Post by Dantalion on Nov 17, 2017 4:26:33 GMT
It wasn't a sudden spike, it wasn't a sudden jaw drop, it was a clean turn, a clean cut he was there, and than he was here. Down in the bowels of.... An office. Or at least, the line for an office, though with the line up one would expect it to be the line going. But it wasn't a line in, this was the out from the roller coaster, with all the disappointment that came from with the over hype of it all. He could see it too, the sombre tone, most new where they were. Fuck it was death not a funeral, they had the chance to come back and hop on the roller coaster again as much as they liked until the experience grew boring and they decided once and for all to just be done with it. He looked around, falling into line with the rest, once again he was a cog in the machine, admit idly he was partially a clog considering he had added so many, more than that Miss Teen Angst and her Boyfriend Mr Master of bad plans. Hell what did that make him other than the Third Wheel of Following Bad Ideas. Yeah that made sense. It was a mistake to work with Mammon at any point he realised simply going through the series of awful ideas he had since they departed from the Demon Realm.
Mistake One, Rob a bank, in a world of superheroes and the oppressive thumb of Justice that was never going to work. Mistake Two take over a western Town. Yeah lot of good that done, when they got their ass summarily beaten into the ground by Mr. Steel and his friend Macho-Luchadore. Mistake three, join Mazoku. Nothing more than a glorified SSE with a thin coating of, Namekian Pride. Shit it was just another SSE just painted green in the end with all the Pride Xylo had and no brains. Most people make mistakes three times in their life in relation to someone, like when you try to make it with your Ex-Girlfriend, only to realise you are still an asshole and their still a bitch. But no, Dantalion was a special kind of stupid. Maybe he subconsciously wanted to fail, maybe he enjoyed the suffering Mammon made him deal with or maybe it was because he was three, not as worldly as he thought and the idea of youthful invincibility still addled his mind. He made a fourth mistake, the final one. It ran simply, 'Lol lets attack Vegeta.' Great idea. The planet that does the attacking, the planet isn't prepared for defences, its an offensive planet, a big ball of all or nothing. Until Shitlord Roboarm and his Companion Sheepman, the Jackass of merriment with a siding of the Madman Hillbilly Wolfbane, master of jabbing someone uncomfortably when they slept. Of course, ya couldn't forget their mascot, stick boy. The Man of Distractions, Nuisances and using the dumbest weapon since someone tried to make Bread into Shurikens. It doesn't work on paper, but fuck it whose to stop them? Logic apparently. But hell it worked. It riled Mammon up, provided a distraction and in the end who was to come out on top other than the Heroes. The idols, the pariahs of protection, the champions of creation and the Vigils of Vigilante justice and running on emotions.
Dantlaion continued in his sluggish motions, a single step forward a pause than a step forward, bared by the odd person thinking they caught the rhythm and bumping into his back only to be met with a snarl. He was far from a good mood. Life just fucking hates me. He thought to himself as a few less than familiar faces glowered at him, ready to break from the line and get in a fair fight. These were Visayans brains was not their strong suits, nor was wearing pants, eating civil and being an all around decent anything other than, Me punch good. At least, that was always his impression. He never really bothered to look much further than the stereotype and the few Saiyans he had met, Tomoka.... Kizuki that one time he saw him. He had not met many Saiyans, or he might have had if they were missing a tail. Point was this lot wasn't doing much good and the few yells and laughter at his death only prompted him ignoring them. He will have fun in hell, once he was out of this line, unaware he was soon to miss this body.
This train of thought continued until he finally reached the door. It was a towering thing, not the pearly gates he had been told about, though he was sure he wasn't getting past them even if they were here. No just some large ornate planks of wood as a ding resonated, doors creaked open and he took his step in. And there he was, the behemoth, the big man, King..... Yemma? It didn't matter, he simply used some magic and in with a pop a thin sheet of paper manifested in his hands, followed by a toss with the paper simply reading, One Way. His jaw unhinged with a crack, his eyes gleamed boredom and he spoke to the towering red man. "Hell please." He stated with dry enthusiasm, he wasn't under this holy impression of going to Heaven, to dance with Angels and sing choirs of joy. No Demon got to go to that shithole, well with the exception of Dabura, but that was Yemma being a dick. As always, Yemma was a dick.
Mistake One, Rob a bank, in a world of superheroes and the oppressive thumb of Justice that was never going to work. Mistake Two take over a western Town. Yeah lot of good that done, when they got their ass summarily beaten into the ground by Mr. Steel and his friend Macho-Luchadore. Mistake three, join Mazoku. Nothing more than a glorified SSE with a thin coating of, Namekian Pride. Shit it was just another SSE just painted green in the end with all the Pride Xylo had and no brains. Most people make mistakes three times in their life in relation to someone, like when you try to make it with your Ex-Girlfriend, only to realise you are still an asshole and their still a bitch. But no, Dantalion was a special kind of stupid. Maybe he subconsciously wanted to fail, maybe he enjoyed the suffering Mammon made him deal with or maybe it was because he was three, not as worldly as he thought and the idea of youthful invincibility still addled his mind. He made a fourth mistake, the final one. It ran simply, 'Lol lets attack Vegeta.' Great idea. The planet that does the attacking, the planet isn't prepared for defences, its an offensive planet, a big ball of all or nothing. Until Shitlord Roboarm and his Companion Sheepman, the Jackass of merriment with a siding of the Madman Hillbilly Wolfbane, master of jabbing someone uncomfortably when they slept. Of course, ya couldn't forget their mascot, stick boy. The Man of Distractions, Nuisances and using the dumbest weapon since someone tried to make Bread into Shurikens. It doesn't work on paper, but fuck it whose to stop them? Logic apparently. But hell it worked. It riled Mammon up, provided a distraction and in the end who was to come out on top other than the Heroes. The idols, the pariahs of protection, the champions of creation and the Vigils of Vigilante justice and running on emotions.
Dantlaion continued in his sluggish motions, a single step forward a pause than a step forward, bared by the odd person thinking they caught the rhythm and bumping into his back only to be met with a snarl. He was far from a good mood. Life just fucking hates me. He thought to himself as a few less than familiar faces glowered at him, ready to break from the line and get in a fair fight. These were Visayans brains was not their strong suits, nor was wearing pants, eating civil and being an all around decent anything other than, Me punch good. At least, that was always his impression. He never really bothered to look much further than the stereotype and the few Saiyans he had met, Tomoka.... Kizuki that one time he saw him. He had not met many Saiyans, or he might have had if they were missing a tail. Point was this lot wasn't doing much good and the few yells and laughter at his death only prompted him ignoring them. He will have fun in hell, once he was out of this line, unaware he was soon to miss this body.
This train of thought continued until he finally reached the door. It was a towering thing, not the pearly gates he had been told about, though he was sure he wasn't getting past them even if they were here. No just some large ornate planks of wood as a ding resonated, doors creaked open and he took his step in. And there he was, the behemoth, the big man, King..... Yemma? It didn't matter, he simply used some magic and in with a pop a thin sheet of paper manifested in his hands, followed by a toss with the paper simply reading, One Way. His jaw unhinged with a crack, his eyes gleamed boredom and he spoke to the towering red man. "Hell please." He stated with dry enthusiasm, he wasn't under this holy impression of going to Heaven, to dance with Angels and sing choirs of joy. No Demon got to go to that shithole, well with the exception of Dabura, but that was Yemma being a dick. As always, Yemma was a dick.