Post by Nihilus on Nov 19, 2014 0:40:56 GMT
Born again, Nihilus clenched his now gloved hands whilst looking up and down his body, it was obvious to him that he now wore a mask, but he knew not what it looked like. His head was now shrouded in a cloak, which would cover his entire person as well, if that's what you could call him. A transformation had occurred, a massive one, and yet, he didn't feel all that different. He was no longer a man but at the same time he was never really sure that he was one. The energy radiating from his body as his muscles tightened gave a fierce glow that could be seen for miles. The arctic tundra beneath his feet would crack and almost melt away as he trudged along Yunzabit Highlands.
The name of course, was not known to him, and though there were no rural areas in plain sight, the Demon knew that the world had changed much since he had last walked freely. Particles of ice and snow would rush past him as he traveled, carried by the strong currents of wind that never seemed to calm. Breath vapor seeped from behind his mask with each exhale. It was obviously a freezing temperature, though it only barely effected the newly born warrior.
Nihilus was now more powerful than ever but a hunger lusted inside of him, it begged to be fed, like an addiction. This new found strength of his was going to help him reach his goal of absolute power. Contemplating his next move took only a few moments before the ghastly warrior's aura flared and he propelled himself high into the night's sky. Turning while in mid-air, he faced to the west and shot through the fog infested sky as fast as he could, ready to wreak havoc on this planet once again.
As the night grew darker, Nihilus approached a village surrounded in snow. The village was small and couldn't house more than a hundred or so people. Seeing as it was the middle of the night, the Demon figured them to be slumbering in their beds. Touching down next to one of the frozen guys, Nihilus paced through the village, doing some "sight seeing". Peeking through all the windows as he passed, the Demon mentally noted which huts had children in them, with a smile. He then noted which ones had the youngest kids and which ones had more, with a smirk on his hidden face.
Remembering a game from his childhood, Nihilus chose a hut by means of "Eenie Meanie, Mynie Mo". He had thought about firing a 'Demon Blast' at the hut but, there was no fun in that. Instead, he snuck into the chosen house quietly, entered the little girl's room who was the youngest in house, he guessed her age to be around four years old. Kneeling down on one knee next to her cheaply made wooden bed, he tapped her on the shoulder until she awoke in a massive state of alarm.
Eyes as wide as the full moon upon glancing at the masked figure who woke her up, the girl instantly shot up, screamed as loud as a hyena, and cowered. Nihilus shuttered at the overwhelming feeling of control and quickly gripped her by the throat. Careful not to kill her, he simply lifted her off of the bed. She gagged and struggled, flailing all over the place.
Just then, her parents frantically forced their way into the room, only to see their youngest daughter suspended in the air at the hands of this masked stranger. The father, being the protector, followed his first guy instinct, shouted and punched Nihilus in the back of the head at the same time;
"LET GO OF HER!" at the same time his weak attack landed.
"MY BABY!" shrieked the mother as she too attacked the disguised assailant.
Neither attack fazed Nihilus, he simply stood up, turning to face them both with their daughter's neck still in his grasp.