Post by Koramund on Apr 10, 2015 22:18:15 GMT
(Learning Strength of Shadow, already approved but it was a while ago so a repost)
The land was now Koramund's to dominate if he truly wanted to! However he desired for freedom much greater then domination. In the end he had to use whatever advantage he had, and this was a perfected spot just for that! Here he was completely free of all those pests who tried to stop his training and mutations, but he would soon have even greater techniques that would make them wish they were never alive! No, would it be another event like Athren if he tried to fight here? He could not risk the wrath of a super saiyan here, and if those three existed it was most likely someone here had that power. He was deep in thought, his mind on the verge of complete isolation from its forsaken pile of flesh if it were not for a beast of Hell hunting him down. The glow of the earth below him was definitely a sign that something was happening.
The ground beneath him was shredded like a grinder, and converted straight into Shoki! The damned worm was tunneling through everything it can, and turning it to shoki?! No, no those were actual souls inside its gullet?! The scaly membrane of the thousand foot long worm was coated in thermal spikes and spines, easily forming sparks on the merest contraction of friction alongside it. Thousands of crimson sparks zoomed up to consume him, while yet millions more lit the ground around it ablaze, just barely ahead of the razor worm. Its jaw opened wide, exposing row upon row of its moving, vibrating, rotating teeth! The air grew colder, the very heat of the entire world around him being sucked out from this vile beast of the pit. Embers burned runic markings into Koramund's flesh, forcing him to scream in pure outrage and suffering. His eyes flashed golden, before being consumed in a vast show of flame, and ripped apart into chunks.
oramund awakened in a cocoon of his own flesh, regrown from the liquid remains of his body. He quickly grabbed his own body, jiggling the fat slightly to make sure he was still alive. Thank kami he was not a spirit again, he could not stand for being the pawn any longer. He slowly hatched and wandered out of his shell, and flew upwards to try and escape this worm's digestive track. The guts of the beast were all there not to digest, but to preserve. It preserved hundreds of souls in it's body, tormenting those who dared to escape the Hellmouth, and this beast was most likely going to bring him back! Koramund flew up higher in higher, dodging rows of sharp rotating teeth. Ki blasts unleashed from his palms like rockets, his obliteration slaughter rain swarm missiles slamming into the fleshy gums, bleeding out geysers of spirit energy until the beast bled most of it out. The entire worm shook violently as it's death screech made even Heaven hear it's dreaded sorrow. The beast flailed as best as it could, trying to impale whatever was murdering it from it's own pits, but it was to late. Koramund stopped flying, deciding to instead leap from tooth to tooth in a heroic ascension, but with a twisted end goal to arrive. Crimson light poured out of the worm's maw, and it simply exploded into a violent show of guts and organs from Koramund's World Maker attack. It rained for several minutes, steam and sparks rising everywhere, if it were not for a ancient game's name, the beast would have revived itself. Koramund roared in confusion, to see the floor truly WAS made of lava!
Hovering in front of him was the tower of the Hellmouth, the center most point of the secret daemon realm... The Tyrant's Ascent. The lava rippled with many more of these beasts, all of them depositing souls that grew bodies of light and flame, a gift to the bodies the worms stole. Almost as fast as their bodies were returned, the light was snuffed out and they crumbled to puff ball spirits. The tiny spirits hungered for the light, craved to be whole once again, and the light was their only sorrowful guide. They all floated to the white pillars of warmth and light, the only true comfort in this realm for any who were not greater daemons, and regained pathetic shades of their former bodies. Fortunately for Koramund, his power level would be considered Daemon God at this point compared to all these low rate runts. At least he thought so, until the real god walked out of his castle to dominate him, the daemon known as King. His power level.. was 80,000.
Koramund said, "...Pathetic..." The King remained silent, raising a hand to engulf the area in a large blob of ki. He pushed slightly forward, sending a ki sphere into Koramund so fast neither of them could comprehend it! Koramund was flung through three of those lava shoki beasts, forming violent explosions and geysers of lava everywhere. Music blared from the backgrounds, "Masochistic, Anti-Social, all these things that make me loco!" Koramund flew back, throwing his mind forward to grip onto this daemon. He simply swiped a hand, shattering the psychic connection as if it was a physical one, damn this catchy tune! Damn it, how was he so powerful, it was only a 6 thousand power level difference?! Wait, his power level raised itself to his TRUE form?! 640... Holy hell he was 8 times stronger! King just spoke so dully, as if this was all a old game, "...Your physical body is nothing compared to mine..." Wait, mortal body, humanoid... he grew an idea. His mutating body was adapted to humanoids, and they all had that one weak spot in their bodies, the brain. Maybe he could try again...
Koramund threw up a single restrained chain around King's mind, vibrating it softly to pleasure a vital gland. King's lips twitched upwards in response, forming a slight smile. He kept on pleasuring his mind, shifting the string of ki around to find that damned gland he needed. King silently approached him with flaming eyes, until Kora found the exact location he needed. The chemicals in King's brain suddenly told him a secret, one of great power that could easily be influenced. He lifted up a hand, creating another of his large blobs of ki, but it held an even greater strength then before. This was going to hurt, but Koramund did not mind much. King winced in pain, breathing heavily, and twitched his arm in the wrong way. The blob fired, making the lava spew out streams of flame from raw essence alone. Koramund barely molded his body out of the way in time to the King's surprise. King screamed out, "BLASTER SHELL!" Ki blasts rapidly zoomed forward, exploding across the walls and gaining a lock onto Koramund, but it was unfortunately over. Koramund sent more ki over just before each and every pulse of ki that fueled the blaster shell, making him produce a dangerous amount of adrenaline. A horrific screeching sound came from the Daemon, and Koramund knew what had happened. The monster grabbed at his heart, screaming silently to the blood vessels in his closed heart. He slowly puffed with oxygen in his lungs, then the violent "POP!" of his lungs quivered the body. Before falling into the pit of lava, he seemed to try to say something, but without any air to work with it was just mouth movements. He was eaten to death by his own pets, their greedy thousand maws all aiming for scraps of the daemon King. Another daemon would easily fill this one's place, but Koramund started to fear the world. He needed to grow stronger to protect himself and prove he truly was stronger. He only won this because that damned King was old, and in truth he felt as if he maybe was a Human instead of a daemon. He had all the time in the world to think about it later, so he simply decided to escape the Hellmouth again.
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Technique Name: [SU2] Strength of Shadow
Description: Constantly pleasuring the target's adrenaline gland through their brain, Koramund can send energy into the target's body to produce the equivalent adrenaline. If the target uses the Adrenaline, they gain 66% of Koramund's PL's pl added to their attack, but take 33% of the total attack's PL to themselves. The Adrenaline if used to much can permanently scar the target (Target's choice if they take serious damage or not), known for warping hearts, and bursting organs from to much energy. However, Koramund's unique ki infused into the Adrenaline makes the target when hit feel both faster, and more happy.
Description: Constantly pleasuring the target's adrenaline gland through their brain, Koramund can send energy into the target's body to produce the equivalent adrenaline. If the target uses the Adrenaline, they gain 66% of Koramund's PL's pl added to their attack, but take 33% of the total attack's PL to themselves. The Adrenaline if used to much can permanently scar the target (Target's choice if they take serious damage or not), known for warping hearts, and bursting organs from to much energy. However, Koramund's unique ki infused into the Adrenaline makes the target when hit feel both faster, and more happy.
The land was now Koramund's to dominate if he truly wanted to! However he desired for freedom much greater then domination. In the end he had to use whatever advantage he had, and this was a perfected spot just for that! Here he was completely free of all those pests who tried to stop his training and mutations, but he would soon have even greater techniques that would make them wish they were never alive! No, would it be another event like Athren if he tried to fight here? He could not risk the wrath of a super saiyan here, and if those three existed it was most likely someone here had that power. He was deep in thought, his mind on the verge of complete isolation from its forsaken pile of flesh if it were not for a beast of Hell hunting him down. The glow of the earth below him was definitely a sign that something was happening.
The ground beneath him was shredded like a grinder, and converted straight into Shoki! The damned worm was tunneling through everything it can, and turning it to shoki?! No, no those were actual souls inside its gullet?! The scaly membrane of the thousand foot long worm was coated in thermal spikes and spines, easily forming sparks on the merest contraction of friction alongside it. Thousands of crimson sparks zoomed up to consume him, while yet millions more lit the ground around it ablaze, just barely ahead of the razor worm. Its jaw opened wide, exposing row upon row of its moving, vibrating, rotating teeth! The air grew colder, the very heat of the entire world around him being sucked out from this vile beast of the pit. Embers burned runic markings into Koramund's flesh, forcing him to scream in pure outrage and suffering. His eyes flashed golden, before being consumed in a vast show of flame, and ripped apart into chunks.
oramund awakened in a cocoon of his own flesh, regrown from the liquid remains of his body. He quickly grabbed his own body, jiggling the fat slightly to make sure he was still alive. Thank kami he was not a spirit again, he could not stand for being the pawn any longer. He slowly hatched and wandered out of his shell, and flew upwards to try and escape this worm's digestive track. The guts of the beast were all there not to digest, but to preserve. It preserved hundreds of souls in it's body, tormenting those who dared to escape the Hellmouth, and this beast was most likely going to bring him back! Koramund flew up higher in higher, dodging rows of sharp rotating teeth. Ki blasts unleashed from his palms like rockets, his obliteration slaughter rain swarm missiles slamming into the fleshy gums, bleeding out geysers of spirit energy until the beast bled most of it out. The entire worm shook violently as it's death screech made even Heaven hear it's dreaded sorrow. The beast flailed as best as it could, trying to impale whatever was murdering it from it's own pits, but it was to late. Koramund stopped flying, deciding to instead leap from tooth to tooth in a heroic ascension, but with a twisted end goal to arrive. Crimson light poured out of the worm's maw, and it simply exploded into a violent show of guts and organs from Koramund's World Maker attack. It rained for several minutes, steam and sparks rising everywhere, if it were not for a ancient game's name, the beast would have revived itself. Koramund roared in confusion, to see the floor truly WAS made of lava!
Hovering in front of him was the tower of the Hellmouth, the center most point of the secret daemon realm... The Tyrant's Ascent. The lava rippled with many more of these beasts, all of them depositing souls that grew bodies of light and flame, a gift to the bodies the worms stole. Almost as fast as their bodies were returned, the light was snuffed out and they crumbled to puff ball spirits. The tiny spirits hungered for the light, craved to be whole once again, and the light was their only sorrowful guide. They all floated to the white pillars of warmth and light, the only true comfort in this realm for any who were not greater daemons, and regained pathetic shades of their former bodies. Fortunately for Koramund, his power level would be considered Daemon God at this point compared to all these low rate runts. At least he thought so, until the real god walked out of his castle to dominate him, the daemon known as King. His power level.. was 80,000.
Koramund said, "...Pathetic..." The King remained silent, raising a hand to engulf the area in a large blob of ki. He pushed slightly forward, sending a ki sphere into Koramund so fast neither of them could comprehend it! Koramund was flung through three of those lava shoki beasts, forming violent explosions and geysers of lava everywhere. Music blared from the backgrounds, "Masochistic, Anti-Social, all these things that make me loco!" Koramund flew back, throwing his mind forward to grip onto this daemon. He simply swiped a hand, shattering the psychic connection as if it was a physical one, damn this catchy tune! Damn it, how was he so powerful, it was only a 6 thousand power level difference?! Wait, his power level raised itself to his TRUE form?! 640... Holy hell he was 8 times stronger! King just spoke so dully, as if this was all a old game, "...Your physical body is nothing compared to mine..." Wait, mortal body, humanoid... he grew an idea. His mutating body was adapted to humanoids, and they all had that one weak spot in their bodies, the brain. Maybe he could try again...
Koramund threw up a single restrained chain around King's mind, vibrating it softly to pleasure a vital gland. King's lips twitched upwards in response, forming a slight smile. He kept on pleasuring his mind, shifting the string of ki around to find that damned gland he needed. King silently approached him with flaming eyes, until Kora found the exact location he needed. The chemicals in King's brain suddenly told him a secret, one of great power that could easily be influenced. He lifted up a hand, creating another of his large blobs of ki, but it held an even greater strength then before. This was going to hurt, but Koramund did not mind much. King winced in pain, breathing heavily, and twitched his arm in the wrong way. The blob fired, making the lava spew out streams of flame from raw essence alone. Koramund barely molded his body out of the way in time to the King's surprise. King screamed out, "BLASTER SHELL!" Ki blasts rapidly zoomed forward, exploding across the walls and gaining a lock onto Koramund, but it was unfortunately over. Koramund sent more ki over just before each and every pulse of ki that fueled the blaster shell, making him produce a dangerous amount of adrenaline. A horrific screeching sound came from the Daemon, and Koramund knew what had happened. The monster grabbed at his heart, screaming silently to the blood vessels in his closed heart. He slowly puffed with oxygen in his lungs, then the violent "POP!" of his lungs quivered the body. Before falling into the pit of lava, he seemed to try to say something, but without any air to work with it was just mouth movements. He was eaten to death by his own pets, their greedy thousand maws all aiming for scraps of the daemon King. Another daemon would easily fill this one's place, but Koramund started to fear the world. He needed to grow stronger to protect himself and prove he truly was stronger. He only won this because that damned King was old, and in truth he felt as if he maybe was a Human instead of a daemon. He had all the time in the world to think about it later, so he simply decided to escape the Hellmouth again.
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