Post by Vryka on Oct 24, 2014 11:08:41 GMT
CHAPTER 1
It was a coincidence, you know.
They always are.
The Demon Realm, Makio, isn't as one would expect the same place as Hell. You see, Hell is where you go where you die. Makio... no-one would ever want to go there. It is not the anti-heaven. It is the anti-Olympus. It is home. And among the horrible lines of death and destruction, there is one of blood, sweat and tears. This is a cradle. This is home, no... this is home no longer.
But now.
Now, well. Now it's just a lake.
As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see the River Tiber foaming with much blood.
Multiple objects, all just so happening to be so close... you could say it was a miracle, ironically. Among these objects, participants in the happenstance of serendipitous odds, included half chewed bubble-gum, what looked to be failed experiments, a once-feared ancient artifact said to bring horror and death where-ever it goes, a book entitles '101 Cool Pranks for Kids', a boring book about the magics of nonexistence that would make any avid book-lover fall asleep for a year from the first page and what appeared to be a half eaten black belt... normally these wouldn't do anything on contact, but this was located in Makio, the demon realm. All of the evil creatures, all that goes bump in the night, the one under the bed, in the closet, and most importantly in your head... all of that sin, all of that evil! It builds up, it does. Surely, I mean, SURELY! there must be an effect to the cause... and there was. All of the objects I had elaborated on where, for a multitude of reasons, in a horrible, horrible lake of blood, sweat and tears (although mostly blood). The energies reacted with the powerful magics of the artifact... surely, the result of this would be a monstrous, murdering rampaging beast, with no end to the absolute and utter destruction!!!
A baby popped into existence. She was a she, but she was not a he, and he was not an it, but it was a she. So the she (but surely not either an it, nor a he), a wee baby, appearing no more than half a year old, poppled up in the lake, and I use the term 'poppled' very loosely. She floated up, and before she could do anything, the current had her like an 'i' has a tiddle, a master a slave, a landlord his property, or I my English skills. It swept her off the feet, not really doing anything since she was floating in the water, and carried her off... down a waterfall.
One might expect she'd die, a matter of moments from birth, by dropping off a waterfall. They'd be absolutely right. But I like this character, so I shall defy reason and logic and say she survived. And so she survived. She was having fun, bathing in the blood (and sweat and tears) of millions of innocents (as you do). She bopped her head on the side. It hurt. She continued. It was fun. She bopped her head of a rock. It hurt. She continued. It was fun. Continue this process ten to twenty times, and at this time, spending a little over 53 hours having fun in blood (and sweat and tears), she was found by an old lady. Her hair was as gray as a very gray gray. One of the grayest grays, in fact. Her hair was congratulated by the people who devote their lives to gray hair, who can normally be found in your local lunatic ward. Her eyes where an ever-so-deep black, with white specks here and there. Some people compare it to the deep expanse of the galactic beauty that is space. But then they realize that's just the inside of her head. Her skin, which looked human enough, was quite creased. If you got a piece of paper, drove over it, scrunched it up, spat on it's grave and gave it to a toddler for five minutes, that's about as creased as her skin. She wore a very revealing set of clothing, showing her independence, but at her age you'd rather keep her in a metal safe, guarded by ninjas.
CHAPTER 2
Her name was, as far as anyone knows, Fae 'Gray' Crone, who is presumed to be a demon. Whoever she is, she had a look at this catch. She looked at the nether regions. Female, she thought. She looked at her size. Young, she thought. She noted her skin color and stubs (that eventually will grow into horns). Demon, she thought. You may think she does a lot of thinking, but I'll tell you now a simple phrase that isn't used enough; Au Contraire.
You see, Fae didn't have much in the head. But she had enough, albeit just enough, to take the little wonder home. Her home wasn't the most pleasant place, is was mostly made out of multiple types of waste product, different muds, a few specks this and that, and a very large mushroom in the middle.
I feel I should describe Vryka (a name she is not yet been given). As one would expect, she looks like a baby. Her hair is all hairless, but you can see it's trying. Above the eyes are little stumps of skin, a little bit of brown on the end. Her eyes where of purple... they looked as if they came from a baby just brought into the world that had no idea about the terrors she'd go through, innocent in all ways. This was probably because that was what she was.
Fae showed not-yet-Vryka the house. Or room, really, because that's what it was, a small one at best. "This is my house." she said, a the glass almost breaking from the pitch. She went on. "Welcome". It was quite silly to be talking to a baby, only a few days old. As one would expect, all she heard was intangible intelligible nonsense. But that's fine, it's like that too if you knew english. She-who-will-eventually-be-called-Vryka sucked her thumb a while, dumbly looking at the room with very little interest. "BAahWAAhha!"
She looked around the room she had been in for five minutes as if is was just built around her. "Yes. 'Bar-waa-ha.' Indeed." It was going to be a horrible childhood.
CHAPTER 3
"You know, it's never occurred to me to name you." said Fae to almost-Vryka, now four in age.
"It did when I told you to."
"Shutup. Now, -Hey, but- I wonder what I'm going to name you."
Just-wait-a-little-bit-she's-almost-Vryka looked at Fae, about to melt from the anger. It just builds up. She has no-where to release it... She'd have to kill her. But not now. "What... about, hmmm... Sibli."
"No."
"Radia?"
"No."
"Anoisia?"
"NO."
"Vryka?"
"That one doesn't actually sound so ba-"
"Akantha?"
"-Wait, no, I like Vryka, Vryka is good."
"Akantha it is. I hereby declare you Akantha."
Vryka (Akantha, really) stood there, about to explode. "Can't I decide my own name? I'm four! I'm a big girl now." she said/declared/asked. "This isn't the time for jokes girl -....- I'm not joking." Fae looked at her. She tilted he head. She didn't normally act like this, the silly child. Maybe she was rotting. Maybe this'll teach her to behave, she thought, slapping her with her right hand. Akantha (Vryka) brought up her hand to protest, but she knew better. Remember what I told you, at the end of chapter one? Yeah. T'was.
She went again. "But that's not fair, that's-!", she stopped, bracing for impact. A ring was heard. Saved by the bell. Thinking of the state of the house, it'd be quite unlikely that they'd have a fully functioning door-bell, probably because they don't. As a replacement, a rusty moldy tin bell was stuck in the mud without much care. A confused masculine grunt was heard from the outside. Fae rushed to the door, secretly hoping it wasn't who she fought it was.
It was. The little door opened, revealing an giant demon brute, as tall as the (quite small) hut and with an even larger spiked helmet, almost his height and way too big. "I'm afraid, miss Crone, that you hadn't paid your taxes."
"Taxes? I already payed them. Goodbye!" she said, trying with her pathetic hands to close the door. the brute held it open with ease (and only the fingernail of his little finger). [font style="font-weight:bold;" "You've tried that every fortnight for the past 74 years, Miss Crone. It only worked the few hundred first times."
She looked around in her pockets for something that may let them keep the house, every pocket, any openings, cupboards, anything. she muttered some thing along the lines of, and I may be wrong, 'Stupid, bloody demon, stealing all of our money.' under her breath. She showed him her purse. It had nothing in it, except for the a quarter of a zenni, a half-eaten tooth and what appeared to be inside-out toothpaste.
"You really need to find employment, miss Crone. I won't let you make it next time." he near-shouted, as he slammed the door and removing it from it's hing. He lent it against the house as if nothing happened. When the coast was clear, she began her rant. "That silly ol' fool. I never payed a cent since I moved in! Right, Akantha-?" she said, turning to her. Only one problem. She wasn't there.
CHAPTER 4
The truth was, Vryka as she was calling herself, had escaped. Well, she hadn't yet. But she was in the process of. She was located, let's see, on top of the demons over-sized viking helmet. A perfect plan, she thought! Maybe it wasn't, but she was four. It's good for her age. Her age had obviously developed by now. It was very very black, and occasionally you could see streaks of red if she got angry. She was wearing a black dress, a lot better then the nothing she had on in Chapter 1. The demon, in whom she was currently calling the Tax-man, had been going from house to house, collecting more taxes. Fae thought she was winning by not paying a cent, but really she simply wasn't losing. You see, the 'Tax-man' is actually a scammer, a con-man(con-demon?), collecting tax undue. The reason no real tax-people go to Fae is because they don't know that, and excuse my language, lump of excreted matter is a home. Well, house.
She was now directly on-top of his large helmet, and he hadn't noticed her at all. Many of the people saw her, but they didn't want to bring it up and assumed it was the all new fashion. The one badside of sleeping (aside from not being awake) is that you can't stay on properly. So she fell, almost. In fact, she just made it. She grabbed on the horns on the opposing sides and saw the Tax-mans face, mere millimeters from hers. "Uh... I can explain?"
The demon looked at her. He looked like someone who just wrote a 100,000 word essay due tomorrow on the most boring subject ever on his computer and a blackout happened before he saved it. Yeah. He grabbed her with his left hand. He turned her 90 degrees. He dropped her. He kicked. She was found miles away.
And then she landed. A loud noise was heard, so loud it would have shattered the 'window' in Fae's hut, if she had any left. Within the skin of the skin of the skin of the skin of her teeth, she stayed conscious, don't ask me how. Magic. However, she would forever be happy she landed where she did. She managed to look up. There was a a large sign saying, in large bold letters, 'Noddaba's School of the Martial Arts'. She smiled, and everything went black.
CHAPTER 5
Blackness was seen. And then, 'let there be light', it vanished, retreating out into the deep corners of her mind. "Are you alright?" asked a reassuring voice. It was male, confident in a good way. It sounded quite experienced. He looked up to see a large orange demon, with a beautiful arrogant-looking red one of his right, and, to his left, a robed being. "Better then ever." she said instinctively. She said it in a bland tone, what she always says when she was with Fae. She looked at herself. An alive herself. Oh. That was good. She looked around. There was no Fae. That was even better. And then she remembered.
Originally, saying her face was emotional was as true as calling a fish a mountain climber. But now a faint smirk emerged. It turned into a grin. Before you could say 'What, what could you say?', she was jumping up and down, celebrating her freedom. "The landing must have made her mad. She's a waste of time!" said the red demon female. Vryka ignored them. The robed figure spoke, 'I sense it... I sense... Great Power. She is capable. She is certainly not normal.'
The girl almost laughed. Vryka was currently upside down on her head, or at least it seemed that way, because she was upside down, on the roof. The middle figure spoke. "Well, not normal for sure. But I'm not sure about Great Power."
He stepped forward. "Are you okay?"
"Better than ever!" she repeated, this time in a cheery mood.
"Who are you?"
She thought about this answer, it even broke her concentration and made her fall. "Vryka."
Now that she had a chance, she looked around. She was indoors now, in what she assumed to be 'Noddaba's school of the Martial Arts'. "Well, Vryka, do you have anywhere to stay?" he said, surprising the girl to his side. "I'm Noddaba." he welcomed, getting out a hand.
She looked at him with suspicion. She shook the hand. If this was a cartoon, the girls jaw would be on the floor right now. The robed figure smirked happily. He spoke. "Welcome to the family."
The girl objected. She had what seemed to be a green Mohawk, and it'd look better on anyone else but her. "Hang on, hang on! Wait- This girl just cometted down to earth, all you know about her is her name, and you're ADOPTING HER?"
Noddaba looked at her, sure of himself. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
She stepped back and looked down. "No... sir."
Meanwhile, Vryka was sucking her thumb oblivious to the situation.
CHAPTER 6
"You're still sloppy!" shouted the girl, who Vryka now knew as Sis. Yes, that was her name. Vryka and Sis both had bamboo staffs in hand, fighting. from the looks of it, Sis was winning. Vryka, at this time, was only 40... but nevertheless, Vryka was looking VERY angry. She was like a rabid animal. A rabid animal about to die. A strong strike hit Vryka on the arm, she tried to recover and hit her, but she swept her attack to the side and poked her in the stomach with brute force. "SHUT-UP!"
Vryka was pushed back. "You're always losing. I arranged with boss, when you lose, you're out of here once and for all!"
Vryka saw an attack coming. She managed to defend, but in doing so, her stick split in half. Vryka saw no use of them as she threw them away onto the floor. "I SAID, SHUT-UP!"
With great power, she caught Sis off guard, flying towards her and punching her in the gut. Before she could recover again, she kicked her from behind and prepared a blow to end the match. As her hand went in to smash her face in, she grabbed it, pulled and got out of the way. Vryka's hand was stuck in the floorboards, sadly. Sis had gotten up, and even worse, started kicking her in the gut as she tried to get up. Before she could do this a third time, she managed to get out and shoot a basic ki blast. It did little. Sis zoomed across the room and was preparing her final blow... Vryka was on the floor, finding any remaining energy left. She was near-uncontrollable. "Farewell.", Almost instinctively, the words made it to her mouth, as she barely managed to say what she did... she got up, oblivious to the copious amounts of pain. She prepared herself. She uttered the words: (that she had never heard or spoken before) "MUJIGOKO, GO!"
Two large, black, beams made it out of her eyes. She fell down, unconscious, but she was later happy to know that Sis was later found in 17 pieces all over the place. "Yes. Farewell."
CHAPTER 7
Vryka was enjoying herself, training with Graeffei. Graeffei is the robed figure you may know from earlier. He's actually a Namekian with a good story to tell, a story about the wonders of the outside world, and it makes him dream of if she'd ever go there. Graeffei was renowned in the area for being the strongest non-demon, and among the strongest of any. He didn't get that fame from sitting around lazily. He got it from hard training and defeating enemies many times stronger than himself. He sent a ki blast her way, which was missed by mere inches. She flew to the side to dodge another. She was smiling quite a lot, nowadays. She was at an age of 100, almost. Tomorrow, she was officially there, her birthday. She appeared no more than 16, though. And what a sight! She was beautiful.
A knocking was heard. "I'll get it!" shouted Mr Nobbada, speeding across the room. When he opened it... he surely wish he hadn't. There was a gang of 6 big demons, mindless brutes. She recognizes one as the Taxing con-man. A nervous swallow was heard. He didn't recognize her. "You hadn't payed your debts."
"What you're doing you're doing illegally, you scum!"
The demons forced their way into the room. "I said... pay your debts! This is the demon realm, who cares about the law?"
The master smiled. "Silly little man."
[TIME SKIP]
Vryka emerged victorious. She'd managed to go into her Demonic Will form, and she'd survived, killing quite a few of the wrongdoers on the way. She was bruised and bleeding, but enjoying it. "Graeffei? Nobbada?"she shouted around the near-decimated dojo. She found them, which was good. They where dead, which was not. A man concealed in complete black came up to Vryka, tears rolling down her eyes. "Are you the one that killed these wanted law-breakers?"
She nodded slowly, as if she wished she hadn't. "Yes, officer. I did..." she muttered before dropping to the floor in the extreme sadness she was feeling. "All by your own? Impressive. You better come with me."
CHAPTER 8
"Pathetic! She'd never make it a day!" went a voice.
"Maybe, but the King has high hopes for her."
"Well, the King must have been severely misinformed. She's no better than a twig!"
Vryka opened her eyes slowly. They hurt from all of the tears that went down it, and then she remembered why. There where two demons meters away. You may be asking why Vryka was where she was. She was where she was, because she had been walked there. She signed up for the Elite Squadron, the highest guard of the king. She expected people would mock. They just don't know her well enough yet.
"At least give her a chance."
"Can it be slim?"
"Sure."
They slowly turned towards her. "Small problem."
"Yeah?"
"She's gone."
The one you see with the green voice, he is blind. He has a large helmet on, covering his eyes completely. 'It protects your head', he says. 'No need to see', he says. He has a dark green skin color, although appearing very human. The other, he's very quite small. He'd be shorter than Vryka, if she was still four-years old. But his voice? It booms as if it came from a thousand-feet tall monstrosity. It's dark, and loud, imposing and scary.
"Hello boys."
"She's pretty." said the near-dwarf, informing his blind workmate.
"Oh."
"So you think you have enough to make it into the elite guard?" he said. It was hard for him not to laugh.
"Not just 'think', know."
He couldn't stop a small giggle escape. He said something along the lines of: "Oh, is that right? How about you prove yourself...-" before getting out a very long knife. "-...By defeating the both of us?"
[TIME SKIP]
The green demon lay unconscious on the floor. It took a whole bunch of willpower to not kill the pathetic excuse for a guard. "Ok, ok, you have proven yourself."
He coughed horribly as he lay down, Vryka slowly reverting into her normal form. "And?"
"And... you're hired."
"No, mummy, I don't want to go to school..."
CHAPTER 9
Vryka eyed over the papers with hopeful content. It was a scroll, sent and signed by the Demon King himself, or at least one of his interpreters. While the actual letter had been lost to time itself, it detailed in very advanced English her mission. She was required to go to Earth, scan for high power-levels, document everything about their owners and report back the stats, terminating any threats along the way. The writing was very fluid and advanced, as if it where written by the ocean waves...
Wait, Earth? She had to read it multiple times for it to sink in. She was going to Earth? Graeffei had told her many tales of Earth, the fun, the adventure, the freedom. It was something good to look forward to, even if it was a work holiday. In fact, she may just stay there a few extra years...
Being a Royal Assassin, she needed Royal Assassin gear, and she had received it. It appears to be made of a fine, light cloth. It does not irritate the skin, fits her in both Demon Will and usual form and is quite strong. It has an utility belt with multiple doohickeys, terhinegs and doodads, and is completely covers all of her but her face, because, as one superior put it, 'No-one would hide that pretty face'.
She heard a loud knocking sound, coming from the door in her new room. Before Vryka could get to it, it was opened. "I'll get it," she said, sarcastically. The knocker was a young girl, wearing blue-dyed leather with the occasional yellow stripe. She was very young, in fact. She didn't seem trained. She looked more like a servant, which she was. "I am sorry, miss, but your transportation awaits."
Vryka smiled so much it hurt. "To Earth?"
"To Earth."
CHAPTER 10
She looked around, her excitement beyond all known measurements, and it showed. She was jumping up and down quite rapidly.
"You know, I'm still here."
Vryka stopped dancing. "Go away."
"But- yes, Lady Vryka." she said, as she dissipated into the air.
She wasn't actually a Lady, of course. She was only an assassin. But the Demonic servants where trained, usually with whips, to be very polite and do everything said to them. The smile returned and she looked to a near-bye human settlement, a city.
3...
2...
1...
Vryka started jumping up and down again like a madwoman, celebrating getting out of that (literal) demonic pit. She wondered if she'd ever go back. If this was anything better than that hellhole, then Earth would surely be a permanent residence. This... this is freedom. Before that moment, she has never had any. First was the forceful currents of blood (and sweat and tears), then Fae, then the Con-man, then Sis, before finally the Demon King. This... she could get used to this. "Are you a demon?"
The voice was very quiet and small. It was a small child, a boy, not any greater than six in age. He had chocolate (or she hoped so, anyway) smeared all over his mouth, and he had a red balloon in hand, struggling to reach the stars. His eyes where green, his hair a light brown, his skin light and so on. Normally she'd smash him into bits, but this was Freedom, and freedom changes people (for the better {she hoped}). "Yes, but I'm a good one."
"Mum says demons are evil monsters."
"Most are, kiddo. Most are. I'm not."
The child smiled, handing over his balloon. Being gentle and nice, whatever those are, she took it confusedly. "So who are you?"
CHAPTER 11
It was one day from her 200 birthday. Is it just me, or do horrible things happen one day before every time she grows a centennial, if that's even the right word for it? Anyway.
Dark, red energies floated above the city, making a sort of portal, a figure stepping through. It was a man with heavy armor on. It was black and spiky, appearing to have tiny lakes of blood flowing through-out despite the gravity. He had what appeared to be skeletal wings on his back, he exuded dark energy in mass quantities. In the first ten seconds of his appearance, over one hundred photos where taken of him. "Pathetic Humans."
A large ki ball was sent in a building, removing half of it with a loud bang, over a hundred sirens where heard. Vryka was there, too. He knew not what this being wanted, but he certainly had to stop him... if anyone killed humans, if was her, and only on odd occasions.
With the ability of flight that Vryka had that I had never mentioned hitherto, she, in great speeds, to up to him, although not too close. "Ah, Vryka. I had been expecting you!"
"What do you mean, how do you know me?"
"You neglected your duties. You are hereby fired... and sentenced to death."
The foe was the first to attack, a simple ki blast to the face, or would have been if Vryka didn't hit her own at it and negating it. The foe made a large battle-axe out of thin-air. She was about to finish her thought about how she wanted the power to do that, but he attacked before then. She tumbled down out of flight onto a building and collapsing it's uppermost level, before the Executioner sent a large ki blast at a lower level, collapsing the building with her in it over a number of seconds. The once-happy pink used-to-have-had-been-a-building was in shambles, but a figure emerged from the bottom, damaged, and now in her Demon Will form. Her skin had turned into the original tone, a light purple, her once-purple eyes, now a toxic green, black, near-luxurious and slightly-revealing clothes appeared. She standed strong.
"You know, most people think nothingness is the opposite of somethingness. This is not true. Nothing is merely the absence of something, that something being anything. Something does have an opposite, though, everything does. That thing is antithing. Now eat it! MUJIGOKO, GO!"
It is true, what she said. And now two powerful beams of antithing where headed straight for the Executioner. He was shocked, there was nothing he could do. But that was not true. There was antinothing he couldn't not. The large beams went the distance and sent the demon flying, directly into the sun. As you do.
It was a coincidence, you know.
They always are.
It was a coincidence, you know.
They always are.
The Demon Realm, Makio, isn't as one would expect the same place as Hell. You see, Hell is where you go where you die. Makio... no-one would ever want to go there. It is not the anti-heaven. It is the anti-Olympus. It is home. And among the horrible lines of death and destruction, there is one of blood, sweat and tears. This is a cradle. This is home, no... this is home no longer.
But now.
Now, well. Now it's just a lake.
As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see the River Tiber foaming with much blood.
Multiple objects, all just so happening to be so close... you could say it was a miracle, ironically. Among these objects, participants in the happenstance of serendipitous odds, included half chewed bubble-gum, what looked to be failed experiments, a once-feared ancient artifact said to bring horror and death where-ever it goes, a book entitles '101 Cool Pranks for Kids', a boring book about the magics of nonexistence that would make any avid book-lover fall asleep for a year from the first page and what appeared to be a half eaten black belt... normally these wouldn't do anything on contact, but this was located in Makio, the demon realm. All of the evil creatures, all that goes bump in the night, the one under the bed, in the closet, and most importantly in your head... all of that sin, all of that evil! It builds up, it does. Surely, I mean, SURELY! there must be an effect to the cause... and there was. All of the objects I had elaborated on where, for a multitude of reasons, in a horrible, horrible lake of blood, sweat and tears (although mostly blood). The energies reacted with the powerful magics of the artifact... surely, the result of this would be a monstrous, murdering rampaging beast, with no end to the absolute and utter destruction!!!
A baby popped into existence. She was a she, but she was not a he, and he was not an it, but it was a she. So the she (but surely not either an it, nor a he), a wee baby, appearing no more than half a year old, poppled up in the lake, and I use the term 'poppled' very loosely. She floated up, and before she could do anything, the current had her like an 'i' has a tiddle, a master a slave, a landlord his property, or I my English skills. It swept her off the feet, not really doing anything since she was floating in the water, and carried her off... down a waterfall.
One might expect she'd die, a matter of moments from birth, by dropping off a waterfall. They'd be absolutely right. But I like this character, so I shall defy reason and logic and say she survived. And so she survived. She was having fun, bathing in the blood (and sweat and tears) of millions of innocents (as you do). She bopped her head on the side. It hurt. She continued. It was fun. She bopped her head of a rock. It hurt. She continued. It was fun. Continue this process ten to twenty times, and at this time, spending a little over 53 hours having fun in blood (and sweat and tears), she was found by an old lady. Her hair was as gray as a very gray gray. One of the grayest grays, in fact. Her hair was congratulated by the people who devote their lives to gray hair, who can normally be found in your local lunatic ward. Her eyes where an ever-so-deep black, with white specks here and there. Some people compare it to the deep expanse of the galactic beauty that is space. But then they realize that's just the inside of her head. Her skin, which looked human enough, was quite creased. If you got a piece of paper, drove over it, scrunched it up, spat on it's grave and gave it to a toddler for five minutes, that's about as creased as her skin. She wore a very revealing set of clothing, showing her independence, but at her age you'd rather keep her in a metal safe, guarded by ninjas.
CHAPTER 2
Her name was, as far as anyone knows, Fae 'Gray' Crone, who is presumed to be a demon. Whoever she is, she had a look at this catch. She looked at the nether regions. Female, she thought. She looked at her size. Young, she thought. She noted her skin color and stubs (that eventually will grow into horns). Demon, she thought. You may think she does a lot of thinking, but I'll tell you now a simple phrase that isn't used enough; Au Contraire.
You see, Fae didn't have much in the head. But she had enough, albeit just enough, to take the little wonder home. Her home wasn't the most pleasant place, is was mostly made out of multiple types of waste product, different muds, a few specks this and that, and a very large mushroom in the middle.
I feel I should describe Vryka (a name she is not yet been given). As one would expect, she looks like a baby. Her hair is all hairless, but you can see it's trying. Above the eyes are little stumps of skin, a little bit of brown on the end. Her eyes where of purple... they looked as if they came from a baby just brought into the world that had no idea about the terrors she'd go through, innocent in all ways. This was probably because that was what she was.
Fae showed not-yet-Vryka the house. Or room, really, because that's what it was, a small one at best. "This is my house." she said, a the glass almost breaking from the pitch. She went on. "Welcome". It was quite silly to be talking to a baby, only a few days old. As one would expect, all she heard was intangible intelligible nonsense. But that's fine, it's like that too if you knew english. She-who-will-eventually-be-called-Vryka sucked her thumb a while, dumbly looking at the room with very little interest. "BAahWAAhha!"
She looked around the room she had been in for five minutes as if is was just built around her. "Yes. 'Bar-waa-ha.' Indeed." It was going to be a horrible childhood.
CHAPTER 3
"You know, it's never occurred to me to name you." said Fae to almost-Vryka, now four in age.
"It did when I told you to."
"Shutup. Now, -Hey, but- I wonder what I'm going to name you."
Just-wait-a-little-bit-she's-almost-Vryka looked at Fae, about to melt from the anger. It just builds up. She has no-where to release it... She'd have to kill her. But not now. "What... about, hmmm... Sibli."
"No."
"Radia?"
"No."
"Anoisia?"
"NO."
"Vryka?"
"That one doesn't actually sound so ba-"
"Akantha?"
"-Wait, no, I like Vryka, Vryka is good."
"Akantha it is. I hereby declare you Akantha."
Vryka (Akantha, really) stood there, about to explode. "Can't I decide my own name? I'm four! I'm a big girl now." she said/declared/asked. "This isn't the time for jokes girl -....- I'm not joking." Fae looked at her. She tilted he head. She didn't normally act like this, the silly child. Maybe she was rotting. Maybe this'll teach her to behave, she thought, slapping her with her right hand. Akantha (Vryka) brought up her hand to protest, but she knew better. Remember what I told you, at the end of chapter one? Yeah. T'was.
She went again. "But that's not fair, that's-!", she stopped, bracing for impact. A ring was heard. Saved by the bell. Thinking of the state of the house, it'd be quite unlikely that they'd have a fully functioning door-bell, probably because they don't. As a replacement, a rusty moldy tin bell was stuck in the mud without much care. A confused masculine grunt was heard from the outside. Fae rushed to the door, secretly hoping it wasn't who she fought it was.
It was. The little door opened, revealing an giant demon brute, as tall as the (quite small) hut and with an even larger spiked helmet, almost his height and way too big. "I'm afraid, miss Crone, that you hadn't paid your taxes."
"Taxes? I already payed them. Goodbye!" she said, trying with her pathetic hands to close the door. the brute held it open with ease (and only the fingernail of his little finger). [font style="font-weight:bold;" "You've tried that every fortnight for the past 74 years, Miss Crone. It only worked the few hundred first times."
She looked around in her pockets for something that may let them keep the house, every pocket, any openings, cupboards, anything. she muttered some thing along the lines of, and I may be wrong, 'Stupid, bloody demon, stealing all of our money.' under her breath. She showed him her purse. It had nothing in it, except for the a quarter of a zenni, a half-eaten tooth and what appeared to be inside-out toothpaste.
"You really need to find employment, miss Crone. I won't let you make it next time." he near-shouted, as he slammed the door and removing it from it's hing. He lent it against the house as if nothing happened. When the coast was clear, she began her rant. "That silly ol' fool. I never payed a cent since I moved in! Right, Akantha-?" she said, turning to her. Only one problem. She wasn't there.
CHAPTER 4
The truth was, Vryka as she was calling herself, had escaped. Well, she hadn't yet. But she was in the process of. She was located, let's see, on top of the demons over-sized viking helmet. A perfect plan, she thought! Maybe it wasn't, but she was four. It's good for her age. Her age had obviously developed by now. It was very very black, and occasionally you could see streaks of red if she got angry. She was wearing a black dress, a lot better then the nothing she had on in Chapter 1. The demon, in whom she was currently calling the Tax-man, had been going from house to house, collecting more taxes. Fae thought she was winning by not paying a cent, but really she simply wasn't losing. You see, the 'Tax-man' is actually a scammer, a con-man(con-demon?), collecting tax undue. The reason no real tax-people go to Fae is because they don't know that, and excuse my language, lump of excreted matter is a home. Well, house.
She was now directly on-top of his large helmet, and he hadn't noticed her at all. Many of the people saw her, but they didn't want to bring it up and assumed it was the all new fashion. The one badside of sleeping (aside from not being awake) is that you can't stay on properly. So she fell, almost. In fact, she just made it. She grabbed on the horns on the opposing sides and saw the Tax-mans face, mere millimeters from hers. "Uh... I can explain?"
The demon looked at her. He looked like someone who just wrote a 100,000 word essay due tomorrow on the most boring subject ever on his computer and a blackout happened before he saved it. Yeah. He grabbed her with his left hand. He turned her 90 degrees. He dropped her. He kicked. She was found miles away.
And then she landed. A loud noise was heard, so loud it would have shattered the 'window' in Fae's hut, if she had any left. Within the skin of the skin of the skin of the skin of her teeth, she stayed conscious, don't ask me how. Magic. However, she would forever be happy she landed where she did. She managed to look up. There was a a large sign saying, in large bold letters, 'Noddaba's School of the Martial Arts'. She smiled, and everything went black.
CHAPTER 5
Blackness was seen. And then, 'let there be light', it vanished, retreating out into the deep corners of her mind. "Are you alright?" asked a reassuring voice. It was male, confident in a good way. It sounded quite experienced. He looked up to see a large orange demon, with a beautiful arrogant-looking red one of his right, and, to his left, a robed being. "Better then ever." she said instinctively. She said it in a bland tone, what she always says when she was with Fae. She looked at herself. An alive herself. Oh. That was good. She looked around. There was no Fae. That was even better. And then she remembered.
Originally, saying her face was emotional was as true as calling a fish a mountain climber. But now a faint smirk emerged. It turned into a grin. Before you could say 'What, what could you say?', she was jumping up and down, celebrating her freedom. "The landing must have made her mad. She's a waste of time!" said the red demon female. Vryka ignored them. The robed figure spoke, 'I sense it... I sense... Great Power. She is capable. She is certainly not normal.'
The girl almost laughed. Vryka was currently upside down on her head, or at least it seemed that way, because she was upside down, on the roof. The middle figure spoke. "Well, not normal for sure. But I'm not sure about Great Power."
He stepped forward. "Are you okay?"
"Better than ever!" she repeated, this time in a cheery mood.
"Who are you?"
She thought about this answer, it even broke her concentration and made her fall. "Vryka."
Now that she had a chance, she looked around. She was indoors now, in what she assumed to be 'Noddaba's school of the Martial Arts'. "Well, Vryka, do you have anywhere to stay?" he said, surprising the girl to his side. "I'm Noddaba." he welcomed, getting out a hand.
She looked at him with suspicion. She shook the hand. If this was a cartoon, the girls jaw would be on the floor right now. The robed figure smirked happily. He spoke. "Welcome to the family."
The girl objected. She had what seemed to be a green Mohawk, and it'd look better on anyone else but her. "Hang on, hang on! Wait- This girl just cometted down to earth, all you know about her is her name, and you're ADOPTING HER?"
Noddaba looked at her, sure of himself. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
She stepped back and looked down. "No... sir."
Meanwhile, Vryka was sucking her thumb oblivious to the situation.
CHAPTER 6
"You're still sloppy!" shouted the girl, who Vryka now knew as Sis. Yes, that was her name. Vryka and Sis both had bamboo staffs in hand, fighting. from the looks of it, Sis was winning. Vryka, at this time, was only 40... but nevertheless, Vryka was looking VERY angry. She was like a rabid animal. A rabid animal about to die. A strong strike hit Vryka on the arm, she tried to recover and hit her, but she swept her attack to the side and poked her in the stomach with brute force. "SHUT-UP!"
Vryka was pushed back. "You're always losing. I arranged with boss, when you lose, you're out of here once and for all!"
Vryka saw an attack coming. She managed to defend, but in doing so, her stick split in half. Vryka saw no use of them as she threw them away onto the floor. "I SAID, SHUT-UP!"
With great power, she caught Sis off guard, flying towards her and punching her in the gut. Before she could recover again, she kicked her from behind and prepared a blow to end the match. As her hand went in to smash her face in, she grabbed it, pulled and got out of the way. Vryka's hand was stuck in the floorboards, sadly. Sis had gotten up, and even worse, started kicking her in the gut as she tried to get up. Before she could do this a third time, she managed to get out and shoot a basic ki blast. It did little. Sis zoomed across the room and was preparing her final blow... Vryka was on the floor, finding any remaining energy left. She was near-uncontrollable. "Farewell.", Almost instinctively, the words made it to her mouth, as she barely managed to say what she did... she got up, oblivious to the copious amounts of pain. She prepared herself. She uttered the words: (that she had never heard or spoken before) "MUJIGOKO, GO!"
Two large, black, beams made it out of her eyes. She fell down, unconscious, but she was later happy to know that Sis was later found in 17 pieces all over the place. "Yes. Farewell."
CHAPTER 7
Vryka was enjoying herself, training with Graeffei. Graeffei is the robed figure you may know from earlier. He's actually a Namekian with a good story to tell, a story about the wonders of the outside world, and it makes him dream of if she'd ever go there. Graeffei was renowned in the area for being the strongest non-demon, and among the strongest of any. He didn't get that fame from sitting around lazily. He got it from hard training and defeating enemies many times stronger than himself. He sent a ki blast her way, which was missed by mere inches. She flew to the side to dodge another. She was smiling quite a lot, nowadays. She was at an age of 100, almost. Tomorrow, she was officially there, her birthday. She appeared no more than 16, though. And what a sight! She was beautiful.
A knocking was heard. "I'll get it!" shouted Mr Nobbada, speeding across the room. When he opened it... he surely wish he hadn't. There was a gang of 6 big demons, mindless brutes. She recognizes one as the Taxing con-man. A nervous swallow was heard. He didn't recognize her. "You hadn't payed your debts."
"What you're doing you're doing illegally, you scum!"
The demons forced their way into the room. "I said... pay your debts! This is the demon realm, who cares about the law?"
The master smiled. "Silly little man."
[TIME SKIP]
Vryka emerged victorious. She'd managed to go into her Demonic Will form, and she'd survived, killing quite a few of the wrongdoers on the way. She was bruised and bleeding, but enjoying it. "Graeffei? Nobbada?"she shouted around the near-decimated dojo. She found them, which was good. They where dead, which was not. A man concealed in complete black came up to Vryka, tears rolling down her eyes. "Are you the one that killed these wanted law-breakers?"
She nodded slowly, as if she wished she hadn't. "Yes, officer. I did..." she muttered before dropping to the floor in the extreme sadness she was feeling. "All by your own? Impressive. You better come with me."
CHAPTER 8
"Pathetic! She'd never make it a day!" went a voice.
"Maybe, but the King has high hopes for her."
"Well, the King must have been severely misinformed. She's no better than a twig!"
Vryka opened her eyes slowly. They hurt from all of the tears that went down it, and then she remembered why. There where two demons meters away. You may be asking why Vryka was where she was. She was where she was, because she had been walked there. She signed up for the Elite Squadron, the highest guard of the king. She expected people would mock. They just don't know her well enough yet.
"At least give her a chance."
"Can it be slim?"
"Sure."
They slowly turned towards her. "Small problem."
"Yeah?"
"She's gone."
The one you see with the green voice, he is blind. He has a large helmet on, covering his eyes completely. 'It protects your head', he says. 'No need to see', he says. He has a dark green skin color, although appearing very human. The other, he's very quite small. He'd be shorter than Vryka, if she was still four-years old. But his voice? It booms as if it came from a thousand-feet tall monstrosity. It's dark, and loud, imposing and scary.
"Hello boys."
"She's pretty." said the near-dwarf, informing his blind workmate.
"Oh."
"So you think you have enough to make it into the elite guard?" he said. It was hard for him not to laugh.
"Not just 'think', know."
He couldn't stop a small giggle escape. He said something along the lines of: "Oh, is that right? How about you prove yourself...-" before getting out a very long knife. "-...By defeating the both of us?"
[TIME SKIP]
The green demon lay unconscious on the floor. It took a whole bunch of willpower to not kill the pathetic excuse for a guard. "Ok, ok, you have proven yourself."
He coughed horribly as he lay down, Vryka slowly reverting into her normal form. "And?"
"And... you're hired."
"No, mummy, I don't want to go to school..."
CHAPTER 9
Vryka eyed over the papers with hopeful content. It was a scroll, sent and signed by the Demon King himself, or at least one of his interpreters. While the actual letter had been lost to time itself, it detailed in very advanced English her mission. She was required to go to Earth, scan for high power-levels, document everything about their owners and report back the stats, terminating any threats along the way. The writing was very fluid and advanced, as if it where written by the ocean waves...
Wait, Earth? She had to read it multiple times for it to sink in. She was going to Earth? Graeffei had told her many tales of Earth, the fun, the adventure, the freedom. It was something good to look forward to, even if it was a work holiday. In fact, she may just stay there a few extra years...
Being a Royal Assassin, she needed Royal Assassin gear, and she had received it. It appears to be made of a fine, light cloth. It does not irritate the skin, fits her in both Demon Will and usual form and is quite strong. It has an utility belt with multiple doohickeys, terhinegs and doodads, and is completely covers all of her but her face, because, as one superior put it, 'No-one would hide that pretty face'.
She heard a loud knocking sound, coming from the door in her new room. Before Vryka could get to it, it was opened. "I'll get it," she said, sarcastically. The knocker was a young girl, wearing blue-dyed leather with the occasional yellow stripe. She was very young, in fact. She didn't seem trained. She looked more like a servant, which she was. "I am sorry, miss, but your transportation awaits."
Vryka smiled so much it hurt. "To Earth?"
"To Earth."
CHAPTER 10
She looked around, her excitement beyond all known measurements, and it showed. She was jumping up and down quite rapidly.
"You know, I'm still here."
Vryka stopped dancing. "Go away."
"But- yes, Lady Vryka." she said, as she dissipated into the air.
She wasn't actually a Lady, of course. She was only an assassin. But the Demonic servants where trained, usually with whips, to be very polite and do everything said to them. The smile returned and she looked to a near-bye human settlement, a city.
3...
2...
1...
Vryka started jumping up and down again like a madwoman, celebrating getting out of that (literal) demonic pit. She wondered if she'd ever go back. If this was anything better than that hellhole, then Earth would surely be a permanent residence. This... this is freedom. Before that moment, she has never had any. First was the forceful currents of blood (and sweat and tears), then Fae, then the Con-man, then Sis, before finally the Demon King. This... she could get used to this. "Are you a demon?"
The voice was very quiet and small. It was a small child, a boy, not any greater than six in age. He had chocolate (or she hoped so, anyway) smeared all over his mouth, and he had a red balloon in hand, struggling to reach the stars. His eyes where green, his hair a light brown, his skin light and so on. Normally she'd smash him into bits, but this was Freedom, and freedom changes people (for the better {she hoped}). "Yes, but I'm a good one."
"Mum says demons are evil monsters."
"Most are, kiddo. Most are. I'm not."
The child smiled, handing over his balloon. Being gentle and nice, whatever those are, she took it confusedly. "So who are you?"
CHAPTER 11
It was one day from her 200 birthday. Is it just me, or do horrible things happen one day before every time she grows a centennial, if that's even the right word for it? Anyway.
Dark, red energies floated above the city, making a sort of portal, a figure stepping through. It was a man with heavy armor on. It was black and spiky, appearing to have tiny lakes of blood flowing through-out despite the gravity. He had what appeared to be skeletal wings on his back, he exuded dark energy in mass quantities. In the first ten seconds of his appearance, over one hundred photos where taken of him. "Pathetic Humans."
A large ki ball was sent in a building, removing half of it with a loud bang, over a hundred sirens where heard. Vryka was there, too. He knew not what this being wanted, but he certainly had to stop him... if anyone killed humans, if was her, and only on odd occasions.
With the ability of flight that Vryka had that I had never mentioned hitherto, she, in great speeds, to up to him, although not too close. "Ah, Vryka. I had been expecting you!"
"What do you mean, how do you know me?"
"You neglected your duties. You are hereby fired... and sentenced to death."
The foe was the first to attack, a simple ki blast to the face, or would have been if Vryka didn't hit her own at it and negating it. The foe made a large battle-axe out of thin-air. She was about to finish her thought about how she wanted the power to do that, but he attacked before then. She tumbled down out of flight onto a building and collapsing it's uppermost level, before the Executioner sent a large ki blast at a lower level, collapsing the building with her in it over a number of seconds. The once-happy pink used-to-have-had-been-a-building was in shambles, but a figure emerged from the bottom, damaged, and now in her Demon Will form. Her skin had turned into the original tone, a light purple, her once-purple eyes, now a toxic green, black, near-luxurious and slightly-revealing clothes appeared. She standed strong.
"You know, most people think nothingness is the opposite of somethingness. This is not true. Nothing is merely the absence of something, that something being anything. Something does have an opposite, though, everything does. That thing is antithing. Now eat it! MUJIGOKO, GO!"
It is true, what she said. And now two powerful beams of antithing where headed straight for the Executioner. He was shocked, there was nothing he could do. But that was not true. There was antinothing he couldn't not. The large beams went the distance and sent the demon flying, directly into the sun. As you do.
It was a coincidence, you know.
They always are.