Post by Koramund on Apr 6, 2015 19:20:13 GMT
Koramund floated as his pure white puff ball form, floating into lands opened by the Jelly Bean excavation. The location was known as the dreaded Hellmouth, a gate into the darkest pits of Hell itself. Formed from a massive folding of reality, the dimension gave way and birthed the dreaded hole of sin. The ogres thought that it was finally cleared, but in the end the Makaioken had fully conquered it with Daemons. The daemons that hunted and consumed other daemons, this strange faction of daemons were a nightmare's nightmare. The faction were known as "Harbingers of the Great Seven", probably referencing the seven deadly sins. Koramund had finally gathered some soul power, the shoki sticking to him like a coat, and he decided it was finally time to go into the Dark Below, and through the Hellmouth to discover this dark pocket of reality.
Koramund silently floated, his essence jingling with what little power it held. He was inches above a flaming wasteland from the recent small scale skirmish battles, with no ogre casualty from it being their realm. The ogres knew this realm better then their bloated stomach's flesh, which was a rather grand feat. The land around him burned from the blood of the Makaioken that died in this combat, being imprisoned by the ogres and sent to another realm. Koramund wished he had owned a body and fought, though for which side he knew not. He hovered over the abyss, razor-like spikes lining the entrance, and the gullet of the Hellmouth. He silently starred into oblivion, gulping if he had a throat. What else did he have left to lose? He flung himself into the dark end of light and hope, with a female ogre in the background screaming, "DAMN IT!" Everything got darker and darker, with all the light above becoming a tiny circle. It rapidly warped to only a inch wide, then slowly lost millimeters, centimeters, and finally that single inch. He wanted to hit something, feel like he was a person again, almost die, yet live. He felt nothing, not even the air that passed through him.
The shade landed after what seemed like weeks passed, in a land of pure and complete shadow. Large spires spewed out pure white light, with tiny puff ball spirits hanging around them. Shouldn't there be only daemons down here? The shade of Koramund slowly edged himself closer to one of the spires, spewing out what little light they could in a 10 foot diameter. Everything else was pitch black... cold... forsaken... dead... and most of all, gone. He shivered in horrific revelation, until he spotted the pitch black cores of the Daemons growing bigger? When Koramund finally hit the light, the other spirits had pitch black bodies, covered in colorful flesh and bone. The daemons, were just spirits that were corrupted even further then the spirits of hell. The primordial of the group looked straight at Koramund, speaking in a gurgling voice, as if he was part squid, yet deep and somewhat menacing, "A new neighbor? Hmm, what strange thing here. What is your name body-less one?" The beast simply replied, with a almost cautious, "I am the destroyer of Jingle Village, Koramund." The primordial laughed on Que, what was so damned funny? It spoke again, "Thats it? A few hundred people turned into oblivion? I am Trizek, destroyer of a continent! Heard of that place, Atlantis? I sunk it with my bare hands, killing millions."
Koramund blinked his eyes, and then said in a ghostly whisper, "What was your power level?!" Trizek roared in dissatisfaction, "SPEAK boy! Speak up! If you can not speak loud enough for me to hear you a few inches away from you, how do you expect the heavens to?!" Koramund roared out at the command of Trizek, "WHAT WAS YOUR POWER LEVEL?!" The squeaky voice that came out was barely any louder, and Trizek taunted him, "WHAT?!" The gang of two around him laughed, with a female voice joining in, "Truly pitiful, but if your here to stay as you appear, you need a body. In this realm, only those of the darkness can survive out there. Either you are strong, which you are not, you are smart, which you are not, or you have wit, which you also do not." Trizek snickered, while the third member was still laughing at Trizek's joke of hearing. Trizek spoke in explanation, "The realm down here is not one of joy, our punishment is more like silence of lambs then true pain. We are all just bored, and with such little to do new stories could attract even GODS!" The man Trizek finally took shape, a teal scaly skinned human, with a set of gills on his chest, another set of his fore arms, another set on the other side of his fore arms, and a final pair on his back. His four eyes were huge, something alien, to see the light from the darkness of the ocean. His webbed ears filtered drinkable water in, while turning the sodium caught in the web into a paste that drank into the small holes. Trizek had thousands, millions of long tendrils that were his legs, all trailing back into the darkness. Koramund swore he saw some of those tendrils at one of the other lights, that looked like it was thousands of feet away.
Trizek watched the spirit of Koramund, and saw a small glint of hope. He said in raw curiosity, in a hushed whisper, "Light... is that light in your soul? Untapped, you hold another soul inside your own? Essence of a sinned saiyan, yes, very much. A body, we can craft you. Are you willing to part with the soul to achieve your body?" The shade was happy as all can be! He thought he burned off Orion, Orache, whatever! Koramund yelled, "YES! I am willing and able! Trizek looked at the girl, staring at him with bloody thirsty eyes. The other one was snickering so daemonically, Koramund started to rethink things, until the soul of the saiyan was ripped out of his core. The tiny puff ball was like that of a child spore, that was engulfed by the glowing spire. The spire glowed with a crimson bloody glow, unleashing raw essence that dripped into the abyss. All three of the daemons began to chant a phrase he could not even comprehend, warping reality itself as the essence of the being was forged in shadow.
Acids and blood red liquid dripped from the tower lazily, forming a pool of protein. Basic material flooded the small pond, making it into a deep lake that grew deeper to not spill onto their feet. Warped talons flew forward, gripping Koramund and dragging him screaming into the abyss. He could be pulled?! His very spirit started to get burned into nothing, until it was a mere husk of its former self, that attached itself to meaty bone. A spinal cord grew, that pushed the soul ball into the skull, as it became the consciousness. A brain formed, then muscle, then fat, and more! It all piled in on itself, one after the other, until all the organs just melted away, leaving a skeleton rotting on the ground. Trizek laughed, gloating, "Ha! The fool believed us. This soul will let us feast for a long time! Down the hatch..." He lifted up the soul slowly, until a cord of teal flesh gripped it violently, and drank it! All three of the gang screamed in horror, as the Skeleton produced these strange ki blobs, living ki! The ki rapidly evolved, becoming a body of flesh, that ripped the brain out of the skeleton, and obliterated the remains. Regrowing, he was fucking regrowing?! Who was this guy?! Trizek felt his power level, and it was raising... by the tens of thousands... hundreds of thousands. He was so close to 300,000 power level it was scary. The entire gang were only equal to about 50,000 power level, they were a mere 6th of this monstrosities strength. He could not beg, for nothing in his existence prepared him nor his allies to handle this.
Koramund slowly turned, all the pain turning into hatred and rage! His skin was teal from the burning land, heated into a strange color. His Arcosian DNA was hit into over-drive, growing armored tissue all over his body. His bio-gems held his raw essence, and on his back grew a branding of his fate. The Void Blade, born of suffering and death, was now alive once more. Koramund lifted the blade from it's holster, and said, "...I am Koramund... God of Flesh..." Everything seemed to darken, when Koramund splattered the bodies of the trio all over the spire, and drink their essences for their soul power. Once the spire was clean, the devil Koramund has became opened a hole through his chest, and plunged his blade through. Spines and fur grew to clean the sword, and savor each and every juicy drop of life that was left on those dark bones. The three pathetic spirits that escaped the corpses flew into the shade, but the shard of the last was held in his hand. Orion, he let the piece of the soul fly away... and let it return to its origin somehow. Now for all that torture, SOMEONE is going to pay, and Kora did not feel like playing it nice today.
(Used Bio-Meta, now a x3)
Koramund silently floated, his essence jingling with what little power it held. He was inches above a flaming wasteland from the recent small scale skirmish battles, with no ogre casualty from it being their realm. The ogres knew this realm better then their bloated stomach's flesh, which was a rather grand feat. The land around him burned from the blood of the Makaioken that died in this combat, being imprisoned by the ogres and sent to another realm. Koramund wished he had owned a body and fought, though for which side he knew not. He hovered over the abyss, razor-like spikes lining the entrance, and the gullet of the Hellmouth. He silently starred into oblivion, gulping if he had a throat. What else did he have left to lose? He flung himself into the dark end of light and hope, with a female ogre in the background screaming, "DAMN IT!" Everything got darker and darker, with all the light above becoming a tiny circle. It rapidly warped to only a inch wide, then slowly lost millimeters, centimeters, and finally that single inch. He wanted to hit something, feel like he was a person again, almost die, yet live. He felt nothing, not even the air that passed through him.
The shade landed after what seemed like weeks passed, in a land of pure and complete shadow. Large spires spewed out pure white light, with tiny puff ball spirits hanging around them. Shouldn't there be only daemons down here? The shade of Koramund slowly edged himself closer to one of the spires, spewing out what little light they could in a 10 foot diameter. Everything else was pitch black... cold... forsaken... dead... and most of all, gone. He shivered in horrific revelation, until he spotted the pitch black cores of the Daemons growing bigger? When Koramund finally hit the light, the other spirits had pitch black bodies, covered in colorful flesh and bone. The daemons, were just spirits that were corrupted even further then the spirits of hell. The primordial of the group looked straight at Koramund, speaking in a gurgling voice, as if he was part squid, yet deep and somewhat menacing, "A new neighbor? Hmm, what strange thing here. What is your name body-less one?" The beast simply replied, with a almost cautious, "I am the destroyer of Jingle Village, Koramund." The primordial laughed on Que, what was so damned funny? It spoke again, "Thats it? A few hundred people turned into oblivion? I am Trizek, destroyer of a continent! Heard of that place, Atlantis? I sunk it with my bare hands, killing millions."
Koramund blinked his eyes, and then said in a ghostly whisper, "What was your power level?!" Trizek roared in dissatisfaction, "SPEAK boy! Speak up! If you can not speak loud enough for me to hear you a few inches away from you, how do you expect the heavens to?!" Koramund roared out at the command of Trizek, "WHAT WAS YOUR POWER LEVEL?!" The squeaky voice that came out was barely any louder, and Trizek taunted him, "WHAT?!" The gang of two around him laughed, with a female voice joining in, "Truly pitiful, but if your here to stay as you appear, you need a body. In this realm, only those of the darkness can survive out there. Either you are strong, which you are not, you are smart, which you are not, or you have wit, which you also do not." Trizek snickered, while the third member was still laughing at Trizek's joke of hearing. Trizek spoke in explanation, "The realm down here is not one of joy, our punishment is more like silence of lambs then true pain. We are all just bored, and with such little to do new stories could attract even GODS!" The man Trizek finally took shape, a teal scaly skinned human, with a set of gills on his chest, another set of his fore arms, another set on the other side of his fore arms, and a final pair on his back. His four eyes were huge, something alien, to see the light from the darkness of the ocean. His webbed ears filtered drinkable water in, while turning the sodium caught in the web into a paste that drank into the small holes. Trizek had thousands, millions of long tendrils that were his legs, all trailing back into the darkness. Koramund swore he saw some of those tendrils at one of the other lights, that looked like it was thousands of feet away.
Trizek watched the spirit of Koramund, and saw a small glint of hope. He said in raw curiosity, in a hushed whisper, "Light... is that light in your soul? Untapped, you hold another soul inside your own? Essence of a sinned saiyan, yes, very much. A body, we can craft you. Are you willing to part with the soul to achieve your body?" The shade was happy as all can be! He thought he burned off Orion, Orache, whatever! Koramund yelled, "YES! I am willing and able! Trizek looked at the girl, staring at him with bloody thirsty eyes. The other one was snickering so daemonically, Koramund started to rethink things, until the soul of the saiyan was ripped out of his core. The tiny puff ball was like that of a child spore, that was engulfed by the glowing spire. The spire glowed with a crimson bloody glow, unleashing raw essence that dripped into the abyss. All three of the daemons began to chant a phrase he could not even comprehend, warping reality itself as the essence of the being was forged in shadow.
Acids and blood red liquid dripped from the tower lazily, forming a pool of protein. Basic material flooded the small pond, making it into a deep lake that grew deeper to not spill onto their feet. Warped talons flew forward, gripping Koramund and dragging him screaming into the abyss. He could be pulled?! His very spirit started to get burned into nothing, until it was a mere husk of its former self, that attached itself to meaty bone. A spinal cord grew, that pushed the soul ball into the skull, as it became the consciousness. A brain formed, then muscle, then fat, and more! It all piled in on itself, one after the other, until all the organs just melted away, leaving a skeleton rotting on the ground. Trizek laughed, gloating, "Ha! The fool believed us. This soul will let us feast for a long time! Down the hatch..." He lifted up the soul slowly, until a cord of teal flesh gripped it violently, and drank it! All three of the gang screamed in horror, as the Skeleton produced these strange ki blobs, living ki! The ki rapidly evolved, becoming a body of flesh, that ripped the brain out of the skeleton, and obliterated the remains. Regrowing, he was fucking regrowing?! Who was this guy?! Trizek felt his power level, and it was raising... by the tens of thousands... hundreds of thousands. He was so close to 300,000 power level it was scary. The entire gang were only equal to about 50,000 power level, they were a mere 6th of this monstrosities strength. He could not beg, for nothing in his existence prepared him nor his allies to handle this.
Koramund slowly turned, all the pain turning into hatred and rage! His skin was teal from the burning land, heated into a strange color. His Arcosian DNA was hit into over-drive, growing armored tissue all over his body. His bio-gems held his raw essence, and on his back grew a branding of his fate. The Void Blade, born of suffering and death, was now alive once more. Koramund lifted the blade from it's holster, and said, "...I am Koramund... God of Flesh..." Everything seemed to darken, when Koramund splattered the bodies of the trio all over the spire, and drink their essences for their soul power. Once the spire was clean, the devil Koramund has became opened a hole through his chest, and plunged his blade through. Spines and fur grew to clean the sword, and savor each and every juicy drop of life that was left on those dark bones. The three pathetic spirits that escaped the corpses flew into the shade, but the shard of the last was held in his hand. Orion, he let the piece of the soul fly away... and let it return to its origin somehow. Now for all that torture, SOMEONE is going to pay, and Kora did not feel like playing it nice today.
