Post by Nihilus on Dec 16, 2014 0:07:46 GMT
Shining brightly from behind the clouds, the sun spread it's warmth all across the city. The streets were filled with lines of people on either side of the road. A parade was taking place in the city named after it's supposed hero, the annual parade that was in his honor. It was the people's way of thanking it's greatest hero. Floats and balloons were modeled to look like him, there were even people who wore costumes of the afro sporting martial artist. It was a joyous occasion for sure. Children ran around eating cotton candy, laughing and playing as the participants of the parade marched by. At it's front lines played a marching band, who's tune was that of gratitude and happiness.
In Yunzabit Highlands, on its highest mountain peak, Nihilus was creating his lair. He had been punching, kicking, and kiblasting his way through the mountain for several hours, crafting dozens of intricate tunnels. In the center of the mountain, he created a massive clearing, this was to be his personal domain, soon to be decorated in the skulls of his choosing. Outside, the weather surrounding the mountain made this location a perfect spot for him to kick back and ponder future endeavors. Starting to form a new tunnel by way of his fists, a nasty headache suddenly emerged, Nihilus dropped to one knee gripping both sides of his head. Almost instantly the pain of the migraine felt like it tripled and he began to shout in agony. Furious, his aura flared as he stood up firing several kiblasts into the tunnel he had started. Layers of rock shattered from the continuous blasts until he once again dropped to one knee, screaming.
"Ahahahahaha! Look at everyone, celebrating yours truly!" shouted a man with an afro who was wearing a cape, his arms thrown up and spread wide as he laughed. The man was a doppelganger in every sense of the word, down to the handle-bar mustache. He was looking out of the window of one of the tallest buildings in Satan City, spectating as the parade thrown in his family's honor continued around town. An entourage stood around the famed 'martial artist', congratulating him on his renown. "Yup, the day great great grandad beat that Cell guy was definitely one of the greatest days, EVER!" he exclaimed as he did a spin to face his entourage, posed then threw up a 'peace' sign with hishand while smiling wide as if to say "You're welcome", though it was accompanied by a distinct Saiyan style grin.
Last year was the first that he wasn't present in the parade for it's entire duration. He started showing up around the middle because he didn't feel like waving for two straight hours, it made his arms tired. Everyone thinks (because he called a press conference about it) that it's because of medical reasons that he won't partake in the entire thing, but it was a false claim.
Now that the parade was reaching its mid-point, it was nearly time for the caped 'savior' look alike to make an appearance. Still holding his peace sign pose, he released the form and looked at the watch on his right wrist. He wore his watch on his right not because he was left-handed, but because it took less effort to peek at his right wrist rather than the left.
"Alright, my fans await, let's go!" said the doppelganger excitedly as he began to exit the office they were in, his entourage agreed and followed. The group walked to an elevator and stepped in, heading to the ground floor. Surrounding the guest of the hour like a barricade as they were lowered to their destination was his retinue, almost like a personal secret service, which is basically what they were. To them, they followed him because they thought him to be great; to him, they were pawns and decoys he could use in case of an emergency.
Outside, a news helicopter flew past the building, which was at the center of the city. The news team filmed live as hundreds of people were surrounding the building, hoping to touch and talk to the celebrity as he headed towards his mid-way point float. Finally, he and his people exited the building and he performed a series of poses on the way to his ride for the event. Fans were snapping pictures of him and themselves in the background hoping to get autographs, but he was in too much of a hurry to sign anything, not for free at least. He did his poses, said his greetings, and even followed his ancestor's trademark and tore a thick phone book in half to entertain his adoring fans along the way, to which they of course cheered ecstaticly. Boarding his float, the afro-haired fighter instructed the driver to hurry up and drive, so he could end this charity event.
Nihilus had taken flight from his lair already, the migraine was too overwhelming to stay in any one spot. Flying beyond the icy weather, his altitude began to lower as he was blinded by the flicker of a memory; it was like painful screenshots at first, every flicker brought excruciating pain, then it tumbled like an old projector film and the amount of pain massively increased. This pain caused the masked monster to plummet from the sky, entirely unaware of where he was. As he fell towards the ground at mach one speeds, his massive migraine had rendered him entirely unconscious and he entered a dream like state...
"Grab her leg, boy" directed a big burly man with a fully bearded face. The young boy that was with him did so, helping him grab a woman from the trunk of his car as they stood next to the railing of a bridge over a huge river. It was dark outside and a thick blanket of fog covered most of the area. The two of them lifted her out of the trunk and walked to the bridge's side; "On three, one, two, three" the two of them swung her back and forth, then released her as she was flung high enough to clear the railing, tossed into the river. The young boy stood on his toes looking over the railing with wide eyes as the body collided with the river, bobbed a bit, then floated with the current.
Sirens were wailing, people were screaming and news vans were pulling up to the Demon's unconscious body as he started to come to, still hazy. He had landed on a blimp in the shape of the renowned martial artist hero, causing it to crash into the hind end of the parade. As Nihilus opened his eyes he realized that he was being shaken awake by EMT's, startled, he threw the closest one off of him and jumped to his feet. Police were on the scene, trying to get close enough to subdue the pissed off guy in a mask who was firing balls of energy from his hands at anyone that got close. Looking around, the masked monster fired blasts at any close vehicle, including the floats that weren't far away.
People were no longer running around joyously, instead they were frantic and scared for their lives as one by one Nihilus decimated the police and EMTs on the scene. Onlookers who could do nothing but sit and stare in complete fear, they too fell at the Demon's hand. Helicopters were shot down with kiblasts and shots were fired from backup officers trying to stop the mad man from attacking for no reason. His head was still throbbing and he wasn't able to focus on anything other than killing, it was his driving force for the moment. More and more police officials showed up, and more and more fell in the line of duty as the brute made his way through the streets.
"Oh no, this is just like that Cell guy grandad fought!" the afro sporting hero said to himself cowering behind his custom made float, a few blocks away. He had never seen a real, energy using fighter before, he could rip phone books but that was nothing compared to this guy. As he shielded himself, he heard talking and footsteps behind him, a huge group of people cowered behind the savior's descendant, begging him to help. He wasn't the type of guy who was a 'savior' really, he enjoyed the fame and money his family brought but that was mostly it. He even trained in basic martial arts but due to the fact that there was no real reason for him to keep that up, he was rusty at best.
Walking at a quick pace, Nihilus was targeting anything and everything. He was punching and kicking folks as he would take out the cops. A large force was assembled to take him out, they were just down the block, in the direction his was heading. He gathered energy, preparing to attack with even deadlier force when he came across a woman and her infant child hiding behind a public mailbox. "You, in the mask, surrender yourself!" shouted an officer into the bullhorn he was wielding. The masked retorted by simply flipping him off and shaking his head, trying to ease his headache. "Continue fire!" commanded the officer to his men, who obliged and opened fire once more. Nihilus took cover behind the mailbox and ripped the child from the arms of his mother. Immediately the officers ceased fire as he walked towards them carrying the crying infant by his the collar of his shirt with his right arm, holding him in front of himself like a shield. The mother screamed for her child and rushed at his kidnapper.
"Ma'am, stop!" the officer instructed worriedly Unwilling to listen, Nihilus spun into a backwards roundhouse kick, connecting with the side of her face, which sent her flying through the business window of a nearby shop along the side of the street. The infant continued to scream and cry as Nihilus regained his composure and walked towards the police force ahead of him. "What is it you want?" asked the officer through the bullhorn. Nihilus' head was still constantly throbbing so he stopped dead in his tracks, put his left hand on the top of the infant's head and smirked, though no one could tell. "Don't do that!" shouted the officer, only to watch in horror as the masked demon twisted the child's head with great force, instantly breaking his neck. The child was then tossed to the side of the road and the police opened fire once again as he gathered energy and hovered off of the ground.
As his aura flared intensely, he once more gathered energy within himself as he quickly darted from side to side in the air to avoid getting shot. His speed was far too great for the police force to keep up and before they knew it he was high in the sky above them with his hands extended firing his Demon Blast at them. The blast of energy and hell fire collided with the officers and their vehicles igniting explosion after explosion. Staring at his creation of chaos, he could hear screams of those who weren't immediately killed, so he lowered to the ground to assist them in dying.
The doppelganger caped man was now hiding behind a building in a nearby ally trying to stay away from the masked maniac. He looked around the corner to see Nihilus walking around the firey mess, stomping repeatedly on the heads of those were unfortunate enough to still be alive. Every death seemed like it lowered the strength of his migraine just a little bit more. "This guy is a monster!" the afro-sporting man thought to himself, "who is gonna stop him!?". His eyes were wide as he slowly hid back around the corner, sweating in terror. Curious once more, he peered once more but the man in the mask was gone. After a couple deep breaths he stepped out from behind the building and walked out slowly looking from side to side, ever so cautiously.
Looking up in the sky he could see the man in the mask shooting across the sky. "Man...I really need to learn how to do that.." he thought to himself as he walked around. The streets looked like a war zone, charred bodies and parts were scattered everywhere, fires were blazing as more sirens screamed in the background. "The next time that guy shows up, I'm gonna be ready."
As Nihilus got farther and farther away from Satan City, he headed back to his lair. Now that his headache had faded, he would be able to get some more work done, at least for a while...