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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 20:03:04 GMT
This was Earth. The very air of the place carried the stench of slow dying flesh. Weakness. It lingered and clung relentlessly to everything, Even the plantlife. Mephistoph rubbed the silky leaf of a short plant poking its head from the dirt between his thumb and index. He could feel the plant loosing vigor under the friction of his aura against it. A soft sigh sounded from the demon, for some reason he thought it a better idea to let the object free from his fingers. Why not just rip it clean from the soil it rested in? There would be no purpose in the action, but then what was the purpose in not committing the action?
Mephistoph pondered on his own action as well as the words of the Kais who had sentenced him to this...predicament. Was it true? Could they have possibly done what was long thought impossible? Impart a demon with the one sickening trait that they all lacked - a conscience. The demon's clawed hand crawled backward through his dirty red locks of hair, his feet trekking him through a sparsely wooded forest. The quiet of the locale gave torturous time to think and reflect. Though Mephistoph found his thoughts these days to be troublesome he still could not help but to think back on the day that'd left him forever changed.
Dust kicked up and washed over the demon's knees in waves. The sudden spill from his incarceration in rock formation left him weak and toppled over at the feet of gods. His hands delve into the dirt, claws harshly digging into the very first physical thing he'd felt in millenia. Mephistoph stared down at the cracked and bleeding earth of the demon realm - his home - and chose for the moment to concentrate solely on that over the presence of those standing looking down at him. The demon did not change his line of sight until the order came from one of the Kaioshins to do so, and even then he affixed his eyes on them in a cut glare, one that would not beg them for mercy or give them any due respect.
His punishment was over. He had served his sentencing and he had taken it without being shaken even once. You are fools to release me. Don't you see? You Kaioshins have made an enemy of me and my imprisonment simply gave me the needed time to plot my revenge...and it. Will. Be. Bloody. He stood now, his height overtaking two of the three that gathered before him. They were visibly shaken, at least partially believing and fearing his threat, but the taller and fairer skinned of the three was unmoved.
"Release you? You assume this is over? Your countless centuries of defiance and destruction cannot be fully repaid by solitary confinement. No, demon, this is far from over. You have not paid for your evils, you have not learned your lesson - and it is presumable that you never will, but you will come close.
Mephistoph squeezed his eyelids tight, shutting out the memory as he returned to the world around him. He growled quietly to himself, he had never been subject to haunting memories. Mephistoph rolled his shoulders in a casual effort to relax himself and when his eyes finally opened he stared straight ahead at a man glaring him down. Dark eyes glanced from the man's sweating brow, the dismantled equipment around him, to the heave of the man's muscular chest. He was fighting, or more accurately training - as there was no other soul around to give him opposition. What is it you are training for, human? It was more than obvious he was an intrusion upon this man, but that was not a care of Mephistoph's.
However, he was inclined to be intrigued for the man's reasoning. This was an apparent tough workout, not at all laxed. "Psh. Don't you know nothing, freak? The tournament's coming up! And I'm gonna be the badass who wins it." The overly, and mistakenly, confident human flexed his arms for added effect. Perhaps to make anyone, other than himself, believe he was going to win said tournament.
What tournament?
"Geez, what're you - new? The tournament for the Centurial Conference, duh." He spoke as if those words were genuinely meant to have a sort of impact on the demon standing across from him. "Where the strongest contend? From different planets and worlds? Yada yada? Whatever, get out of here so I can wrap training."
Mephistoph narrowed his eyes, his mind wrapped around this idea of a contest among the strongest. His gaze shifted down to his own form, his arms held out before him. Just looking at his flesh and muscle definition brought a sneer to his face. It was a facade merely. He looked the same but it was a betrayal of appearance, because he could feel that here on Earth was weaker than he'd been centuries ago in the hell dimension. Regardless, he needed to see just where his level of power rested now. "How about something that strikes back?" He questioned without even looking to the man to whom he issued his challenge.
"What? You serious?" He flexed again, "Bring it on, babba."
A grin was stretched onto the horrid face of the demon Mephistoph as he dashed at his opponent. His first punch landed with ease, and in that moment he jolted with excitement. They parted and his opponent lashed out immediately, his form solid and balanced with a bit of unexpected speed. The roundhouse tipped Mephistoph's forehead as he pulled back from the attack, the ceremonial garments around his waist swishing about his legs as he went. The demon pivoted a step back, his foot landing on grass and powering him into a quick back spin in the air - well timed as his human adversary fired a blast of energy at him. Mephistoph landed once more with his claws stretched out to either side of him.
He then launched into a run, his trail jagged as he sped toward the human. Punches were thrown for his face but Mephistoph dodged with a close bead on the man's intended strike areas. He backed the human a few yards, all without throwing a single punch. He was getting familiar with the world's gravity, the fluidity of his own movements, and reaction speeds of the enemy. Finally he leaped straight into the air without warning, the human quickly following pursuit. Mephistoph rotated, upside down, and brought the heel of his boot crashing into the face of the human. Something cracked and a sliver of shining red blood flew as the proclaimed winner of the impending tournament crashed back down to earth.
With a smirk, and bloodied nose, the human began to attempt rising to his feet. Flight was abandoned and the demon allowed himself to plummet to the soil, driving both soles of his feet into the chest of the human below. "Graah!" There was more blood to admire now.
I usually enjoy drawing things out a bit longer, but you were exceptional in getting me up to speed in this world. For that you should take nothing but pride in. I thank you, for I think I would like to enter into that tournament you spoke of. Staring down at the eyes slowly rolling back in their sockets, Mephistoph began to charge ki in either hand. "KalaimamaHU!" He slammed the orbs together to create one powerful beam of golden crimson he loosed on the already dying man under his feet.
The earth was left scorched and Mephistoph was already off on his way. He wondered what kind of fighters and warriors would be there to challenge him, and if any would be of his class - now or former. In the back of his mind though, where he tried to keep it contained and ignored, he wondered if the man he'd sparred with could not have been spared. Was death necessary? Mephistoph had never encountered such a wonder before and he did not care to acknowledge that he was having it at that moment. With a deep aura surrounding him Mephistoph jumped and shot off through the air, putting as much space between himself and the forest as possible.
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 11, 2014 18:28:43 GMT
1380 PL rewarded.
2980 starting PL!
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