Koramund
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PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 4, 2016 11:02:21 GMT
Koramund floated throughout the skies of Hell, watching the crimson stones that made up it's base. Each spirit here had a story, but that story was drowned in shadows. It's pretty funny to him actually... fighting for your life, to survive, is seen as just, while fighting to be able to eat is seen as a sin. The balance of judgement wasn't even in Yemma's, nor the Oni's control if he recalled the 'King's' words correctly. Who decides this chaotic judgement of balance if the judge doesn't know? Or was it simply the Judge knew more, and just denied to speak it to a Daemon? Or was it that he couldn't control what they did? Koramund sighed, at this point he had no idea what he would do. The Oni were open to him getting a job and helping the denizens of Hell, but as Yemma said it would take a long... long time for that to make up for his grievous sins of genocide. He already cleaned up that mess he helped unleash of Wrath, so he still has about 4 or 5 more people to hunt down and fix. Maybe it will make him understand this concept of good against evil. Hell, he only really knew that the other sentient beings thought he was completely insane and evil, which yes, he was, but that's not the point. He really didn't care about it, but now that he's been to this same red colored rock for three times in a row... well even he can get sick of it. Koramund remembered that a being known as Beelzebub wanted to meet up with him. Koramund plopped down onto a mountain overlooking the central area of Hell, and let his power level loose. Hopefully Belzebub can find him, otherwise that rotund daemon gave him nothing to work with other then a name! Koramund coated his eyes in a fleshy lens before crystallizing it to try and find the person he was looking for in the center. Beelzebub
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 10, 2016 1:07:36 GMT
The Demon Prince grinned to himself as he stroked his chin a action he had picked up from his father before him, despite the Prince's distinct lack of actual facial hair it somehow helped him think, he was presently quite a ways away from his newest prospective student viewing his actions through a black crystal ball that he had 'acquired' from a Kai that had been foolish enough to venture just a bit too close to his territory. He'd been spying on watching Korumund for a while now, just like the Arcosian Empress the Bio-Android had a whole hell of a lot of potential for evil, frustratingly however it seemed that his defeats were having a strange effect on him, making him actually consider turning over a new leaf!
Beelzebub blanched at the very notion and when Koramund had voiced his interests to Yemma it had all but sealed the deal, while Beelzebub had been interested in training Koramund before now it seemed almost imperitive to do so, to stoke the dark flames within the bio-android once again! Even if his own teachings did not do it the Makaioken would certainly help, it bolstered those wonderfully negative emotions and would on it's own start pushing him back onto the right path.
Now while Beelzebub held an active interest in the Bio-Android being trained he needed to make sure that Kormund was willing to give this his all, he'd initially sent Grug to notify him and in hindsight that had been a mistake, the lovable lug HAD done his job, but hadnt actually told Koramund more than his name.
Thankfully Koramune was taking a bit of initiative and sending out a pulsing wave of power out into HFIL notifiny all sorts of nasty creatures (such as the Prince himself) that he existed. "Now lets seeee... who to send out for this test... Balgrum the Torturer? No he's got tennis on Fridays... or is today Wednesday? Ehhh probably a bit much anyway.. Maybe... hmm.. yeah I think he'll do" Beelzebub said smirking as he finished thumbing through his folder of ne'er-do-well's.
Snapping his fingers as he focused on the file he sent a message for his agent to seek out Koramund to test his battle prowess. It was rather ideal that he'd chosen this warrior in particular, he was in fact in Koramund's genral area after all as high in the mountains of hell dewlled a vile warrior of evil, so dark was his heart that it is said the kais themselves took up the task of putting him down.
"YOU" Boomed a voice, echoing from everywhere and nowhere all at once "Prince Beelzebub has tasked me with juding you're worthiness to train under him, you may consider yourself lucky for this... but we shall yet see how lucky you are" the voice called out to Koramund once more.
"For today you face me! Makor Deadshade!" The booming voice would quickly grow quieter and higher pitched as it approached until it's source revealed itself, fur as black as night, razor sharp fangs, and a power in the mid four hundred thousands, it would all perhaps have been a bit more intimidating... were it not all packed into such a tiny package, as the warrior challengeing Koramund revealed itself to be a black-furred earth rodent commonly referred to as a 'Squirrel'
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 10, 2016 1:35:11 GMT
Koramund heard the booming voice that demanded his attention, but was confused upon seeing the creature. He had never seen a Squirrel before on Earth, hell to be honest he was really on Earth for a few months, maybe a year? His genocidal ways really made it so he was consuming people. When it said it was 'Makor Deadshade', Koramund decided to take it serious enough. If he unleashed an attack powerful enough to level the entire mountain and this beast with it, hopefully the true Beelzebub would appear.
But, the words reminded him of Wyntre. She said she was training with someone, never did mention who though. If his old master had a master, and this Beelzebub was him, why then this would be important wouldn't it? Koramund spoke out after finally feeling that power level of close to 450, "I can rival your power, though I am afraid I might not give the fondest show..."
Koramund's colorful body split open around the middle, peeling outwards to reveal rose petals. They sparkled slightly before unleashing venomous beams of hate and acid that gave a coppery taste to the air. A pitch black vortex pulsated and quivered within, charging with a monstrous amount of ki. His power level was about 104,000... until it suddenly tripled into 312,000. Koramund crossed his arms across his body and sighed, "Hmmm... if you wan't me to prove worthiness, I guess I have to prove more then just raw power don't I?" Koramund had been dying for another excuse to use one of his more unorthodox techniques.
All the ki split apart from his stomach, forming into a white hole of ki before being engulfed by a black hole of ki. They balanced each other out, placing the absurdly dense amount of ki inside a very tight space. The darkness began to sap away the very light around him, darkening his features. His three pulsating hearts glowed throughout the bio gems, his eyes pulsating emerald green to the same demented heart beat. Koramund stomped down, his massive bundle of tails all floating upwards. Koramund roared out, "This is the art of devastation, the beauty of the fact matter never dies! I accept your challenge Major Deadshade!"
Koramund leaned forward a bit, throwing a arm across his chest in a bow. When he hunted, oh that was survival of the fittest! But here, it was a noble challenge. He might as well show some respect before someone gets hurt... --------------------------------- 66% charged = 205,920 PL 132% next post = 411,840
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 11, 2016 22:47:09 GMT
Makor chuckled as Koramund admitted that he could not quite match his power, the android however did posses a fairly substantial power, it was perhaps through his power that Prince Beelzebub sought to test this warrior, the Prince possesed many powerful warriors but an alaming number of them lacked a creative mind. Antony was far to concerned with his own noble status and Grugg was... well Grugg was just Grugg, the best Makor could say about the giant demon was that he had an exceptional aptitude for battle.
This Kormund however seemed intelligent enough as he even bowed as he accepted the challenge posed by Makor “You are quite right Koramund, it will take much more than raw power to impress the Prince, but what exactly he seeks is something I will keep to myself” Makor's lips twitched into a grin, technically speaking he did not actually know what it was Prince Beelzebub wanted to see from Koramund but confirming the warriors suspicions would have him working much harder and likewise pose a better fight for Makor.
Pumping a tiny fist into the air Makor's entire body began to glow briefly before taking to the air as a small sphere of energy surrounded him. 'He's preparing something strong, but I think I know what to do” Makor said with a grin, pumping his fist forward his orb rocketed at Koramund, it would also begin to pulse with power growing more and more powerful the closer Makor grew to Koramund, it would quickly become clear that Makor intended to ram Koramund dead center in the chest!
Makor Deathshade's Power | 456,000 PL Rapid Death Sphere (N1) | 150,480 PL at Koramund!
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 11, 2016 23:34:56 GMT
Koramund watched as the squirrel creature chuckled at him. It spoke to him at least honorably. Koramund responded, "Well, if it isn't raw power... then I assume I will just need to make this battle into something that only a god looking upon an ant can enjoy..." Koramund's body shattered at the very cellular level before zooming upwards above the massive sphere he had created. The dark gunk twirled above like a black hole trying to swallow a star to no avail. The vortex rapidly hardened into Koramund, who placed a single open palm to the top of the sphere.
Koramund roared out the name of this technique, "Summoner of the Void, World maker!" Koramund sent the attack to counter Makor Deathshade's head charge, but if it hit it's mark left in the skills of Deathshade. Either way, the giant explosion from the technique would consume the entire mountain in a giant blast of power, leaving a pure white glowing foundation for something dark and demented. The very life essence koramund had created from the shattered rocks was astounding, and within moments the glowing would abruptly end with a massive forest rising where the mountain once stood!
Giant trees with crystal vines and flowers raised up to take place of the Hell mountain. Cherry blossom petals began to flood the air with some strange black character carved into it. Koramund panted slightly at the effort... praying that he did something to the tiny beast... -------------------------------------------------- Summer of the Void and the rising forest - 411,840 PL - 150,480 = 261,360 PL bleed through
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 13, 2016 6:05:28 GMT
"Ohhoho So it seems that my Prince's interest in you is not misplaced" Makor shouted as he continued plowing forward in spite of Koramund firing off his rather impressive and distinctively more powerful technique compared to the power that Makor's sphere was putting out. A small smirk appeared on the squirrel's lips as his orb made contact with Koramund's attack, Koramund's World Maker clashed with the Death Sphere and for a few brief moments they were locked in a struggle.
The Death Sphere of course began to crack under the pressure but in spite of this Makor continued plowing forward as fast as hit tiny legs could push. "I must admit, you are impressive to muster such power so quickly. But I too can bring forth great power quickly" Makor said and in spite of the roar of the energy clash his voice would carry all the way to Koramund, he had long since developed a technique to ensure that all could hear his voice if he so deemed it.
"MAKAIOKEN TIMES... TWO, RAPID SPIN FIRE!" Makor declared the name of one of the Prince's techniques, few even among Beelzebub's demonic warriors had the aptitude to learn the Makaioken, but Makor was one of the lucky ones, takented enough to not only understand its power but to be able to utilize it as well. Suddenly bolstered by the Makioken and an additional surge of energy from Makor the orb surrounding him began to spin faster and faster as the cracks sealed up.
Finally Koramund's attack exploded outward devastating the landscape but leaving Makor mostly unharmed, while the technique seemed to ward the mountains to something more to Koramund's pleasure Makor within the Death Sphere would continue rocketeing at the prospective student of the Prince!
[261,360 PL Summer of the Void vs 451,440 Makaioken x2 Death Spin | 190,080 PL Attack!]
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 13, 2016 13:38:26 GMT
Koramund watched in brutal anger as the Squirrel went through the attack! He had redoubled his efforts with a ironically named Makaioken times two. Wait, MAkaioken? He never heard of anything like that before, most techniques were named after a god or a figure or something, but what would Makaioken mean? He pondered this for a few moments before he remembered he was in the middle of a battle.
Koramund's stomach glowed brightly as he generated a vast blob of darkness and shot it into the soil. The Dark blob would erupt only inches away from Koramund's face so that it would hit Makor in his charging attack. Koramund snarled out, "This is one of my more infamous attacks if it worked the way I wanted. Watch as you become my puppet..." Unknown to Koramund since he had only used the attack.. ONCE in his whole life, it would not stop an attack! The brutal attack from Makor would audibly crush a few bones as it impacted him in the chest. Koramund spat out teal, acidic blood to paint the red rocks as he recoiled a bit. ---------------------------------------- Koramund has been hit by the Death Spin! Koramund sending Saṃsaara Panphobia at Makor, 31,200 PL per turn for 6 turns
Panphobia - Fear of Everything (Koramund's version allows him to read the emotions, thoughts and actions of a target, and finally change who a person sees during the effect (like a Anti-lucid dream)
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 18, 2016 6:22:34 GMT
Makor smirked as Koramund, from his perspective sought to strike down his Death Spin, unfortunately for him the power of the Death Spin was being amplified by the Makaioken making it far greater than the power of whatever it was that he was throwing out, the inky black blob of energy splashed against the sphere some of it seeping through the remaining cracks and splashing against Makor’s face. THe rodent scowled but continued pushing forward driving the Death Spin into the midsection of his opponent.
Flipping backwards away from his opponent Makor would survey his work with curiosity, already Koramund was showing signs of being a bit more impressive than some of the other warriors that the Prince had sent his way namely by the fact that he was actually still alive and even better was also on his feet, Makor was certain he had heard the telltale crunching sounds of bones and likely other inside bits being shattered on impact so his ability to maintain composure was impressive.
And then Koramund began vomiting up caustic blood, which meant that while he had not maintained himself as well as initially it had seemed he was still far better off than most. Meanwhile the inky darkness that Koramund had spewed onto Makor had finally seeped through his fur and Makor let out a small hiss as he felt a strange burning spread throughout his form as the Panphobia took hold, Koramund would receive the information his technique provided, that Makor was excited, that he was hopeful that the Bio-android would recover enough to continue, and that at least for the moment he had no intention of attacking, instead he was merely waiting for Koramund to make the next move as he sought to figure out what it was that was negatively afflicting him showing that he was at least vaguely aware of the success of Koramund’s attack but not that Koramund had done it.
Makor’s New PL: 412,680
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 18, 2016 10:26:22 GMT
Koramund's pain was worth it to see that his technique finally hit home. His demented reality would finally seep into Makor's mind as the entire world would change into shades of green, blue, red, then finally orange. The flooded world of light would hide Koramund for a single moment, before revealing thousands of him all surrounding Makor. All of them held a hundred thousand power level! The swarm of overpowered daemons all lifted their hands before using their own version of the Four Witches technique, and began firing death rays from their now quad hands. The number of death beams nearly hit the tens of thousands, but they were a couple thousand short. A few copies would break off to charge up more Summoners of the Void, causing great amounts of light and power to flow from them. The circus of flesh and soul would try to overwhelm and intimate Makor, always leaving with just enough space to not get hit but not enough to make him feel safe.
In reality, Koramund made him self invisible from Makor's sight and flew down to the ground, where he made sure no other illusion was. He began charging his Summer's Sin once more for it was his only chance here... but then he remembered that feeling that Makor got from using that technique, the Makioken. Almost anyone can use any one else's technique with a bit of training... why not Koramund? He began to scan the thoughts and feelings of Makor during that moment to get a feel for the technique. He did the technique after charging for a small while, so if he replicates the events he should be able to get a close result! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Koramund charging Summper's Sin - 100% Koramund attempts to copy the Makaioken for the battle
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 21, 2016 7:40:38 GMT
“Huh, well isnt that a neat trick..”Beelzebub said lounging back as he watched the battle unfold, Makor was unsurprisingly not holding back particularly much against the Bio-Android and as such it was pushing Koramund to give the battle all he had and in doing so it was beginning to give Beelzebub a pretty solid understanding of what his prospective student was capable of in a real fight. What interested him the most was the Bio-Android’s latest efforts, he’d snared Makor in some sort of illusion, kicking the ball allowed Beelzebub to have a picture in picture view of Makor’s perspective. But it was not the illusion alone that was curious “Heh I wouldn't do that if I were you….” Beelzebub said aloud with a laugh though poor Koramund would not hear him.
Koramund would quickly find that he could fairly readily attempt to mimic the effects of the Makaioken, however rather than producing the power enhancing benefits of the technique it would instead simply flood his body with pain. “Hehehe not gonna be that easy to grab that one bug boy.” Beelz chuckled again tossing a handful of popcorn into his open mouth.
While his Prince was bemused by his opponents attempts to mimic the Makaioken Makor was quickly succumbing to the ill effects of Koramund’s attack, the the single Koramund became an army and that army began to shift and change growing more limbs and before he could act they began launching wave after wave of energy blasts, those that finished there initial wave would then begin building up power for even more pwoerful attacks. Scowling Makor formed another energy sphere around himself and rapidly began dashing out of the way of the blasts, little did he know that his efforts were mostly just serving to physically tire him and his rapid movements prevented Makor from seeing that even when a blast might have hit him it caused no true harm as it was merely a figment of his imagination generated by Koramund.
Chittering his teeth as he dashed Makor knew he would need to do something about this onslaught, something about it felt… off, surely Koramund could not split himself so easily with no ill effect! Perhaps a large scale attack would reveal the truth of the matter…
[Makor has begun charging a UP2 Rapid Death Spin! 66%, 122% next turn!]
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 21, 2016 9:55:56 GMT
Koramund felt the pain of the technique, and all it did was make him try harder! That was, until a burst of power didn't go into his attack but him. His flesh boiled and set on fire as he screamed out in pain. The dark flames would be cut short but the damage to whatever soul he had made himself was clear. His currently charging attack was his last most likely! He changed the illusion to make it appear like all of their stomach's ripped open and began to fire large blobs of energy! The blob of energy would shimmer in the air before unleashing bright flashes of light, trying to distract Makor out of stopping whatever he was doing.
Either way, the Tyrant would charge his power as high as he could to rip through Makor! 200% PL --> 300% PL next turn
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 23, 2016 11:10:28 GMT
The powerful Squirrel smirked as Koramund's body seemed to light up with a false form of the Makaioken. The poor bastard tried to replicate Beelzebub's technique, it seems. As the Bio-Warrior's searing pain seemed to die down, and suddenly, Koramund... Or rather the Koramunds, decided to attack. They each let loose a blinding flash of light, making it hard for the villainous Squirrel to truly focus.
"Urgh! This isn't gonna work on me! I don't need sight to defeat you!"
With an explosion of Ki, Makor rips through the battlefield, attempting to ram into one of the many clones he thought was a real thing... Or perhaps it was?
--- [[UP2] Death Spin used! 122% Charged for a damage potential of: 503,470! Aiming to hit either an illusion or the real thing: your choice I suppose]
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 23, 2016 19:24:53 GMT
Koramund roared out, "TAKE THIS!" Energy flooded from Koramund's gut as all the illusions flew inside him, and he just let the pain drown in Makor's mind. He snarled out, "Now lets end this duel to the death.." The ground under him cracked, bleeding blue light from his raw power. He had tripled his power output, and being at about 312,000 power level due his bio meta, his power would hit a insane amount! He unleashed a blue vortex of pure wrath to incapacitate Makor if it worked, but even if it didn't he knew what he would do..
Koramund flew rapidly to Makor with his tail extended. He roared out, "Your strong enough... grant me perfection!" Finally, a foe strong enough! After all these bloody years, he would finally gain semi-perfection! His greatest desire made his mouth savor the flavor of the Squirrel's soul. He attempted his impalement into the Daemon's body and drinking up the soul he held inside. Joy completely coated his face...
-------------------------------------- Koramund firing out 936000 - 503470 = 432,530 PL! Koramund attempting to absorb Makor
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Post by Beelzebub on Mar 26, 2016 7:55:02 GMT
Suddenly all of the false Koramunds grouped back into one confirming for Makor that either they were truly false iamges, or that Koramund had divided his power amongst them too thinly to make them effective. Then in came Koramund he powered through the orb of energy protecting Makor with incredible ease and it was in that moment Makor realized just how foolish he had been, something had dulled his senses made it seem like the Bio-android was less of a threat than he was, that simply utilizing a mid level technique against a clearly more powerful technique would be enough.
He was in danger, true genuine danger, snarling Makor did the only thing he could, he spin like a top forming another orb of energy around himself "MAKAIOKEN... TIMES... FIVE" he knew even before he'd finished the name that he was pushing way too far, he only possesed enough energy to muster up a basic technique to utilize with the Makaioken and even with the power of his greatest level of the Makaioken the attack was not enough as the black orb of energy that surrounded him was shattered once more, the bio-android's tail pierced through it like paper and soon it would do the same to his chest.
Or so he thought. Koramund and Makor would both hear the distinct sound of a single snap of someone's fingers, and with that they would both be frozen in mid air left to hang there for a few moments before a being familiar to Makor but utterly foreign to Koramund would float over. The stranger was none other than Prince Beelzebub himself, whistleing to himself Beelzebub grabbed Makor by the head plucking him out of the air and the path of Koramund's attack.
Another snap of the fingers would restart the world causing Koramund to surge forward as he completed his attack, likely he would be quite confused by the sudden turn of events. Beelzebub would place Makor at his side and with another snap of his fingers the squirrel would vanish before he could utter a word. "Sorry 'bout that but I'm not exactly looking to lose any minions, its pretty hard to find good work down here." Beelzebub would bring his hand up to his chin tapping a finger against it as he looked Koramund over.
"Yeah I think I was right about you, you've got the right stuff, a bit rough around the edges but hey nobody but me is perfect" Beelzebub said with a laugh "If you havent figured it out yet I'm Prince Beelzebub, Grugg was supposed to give you a better idea of where to come meet me but this worked out a lot better, I got to see you pull some really neat stuff out to fight Makor. So like the little guy said he was sent to test you to see if you were worth my time. And you are. So whadda ya think Koramund. Are you a bad enough dude to train under the Prince of Darkness?" Beelzebub would then reach out with a hand to offer Koramund a handshake.
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Mar 26, 2016 18:10:51 GMT
Koramund threw his tail about, about to savor flesh and bone crunching and melting away, until he vanished with a snap. CRACK... Koramund's eyes went blood shot with hatred and agony as he screamed towards the heavens. He pounded his fist against the floor before snapping out, "Every single fucking time this has to happen! Always just within my grasp!" He twisted his body around and kicked at the dust that was left by Makor. He threw his head into his palms before giving off another muffled scream. Everything was going so well, and he as always was just so close. The wound stung deeper due to how close he was to ending Mayze. Koramund finished his tantrum of hate before paying attention to the purple kid that appeared.
The android put a finger to Beelzebub's forehead, malice and hate intoxicating his words, "Your majesty..." He snarled the words out more like a serpent then a man before continuing, "...I have been here three times, and each and every time so far this world has simply been a torture!" He crouched and leaned in to accent his words, forming fists with his hands that burned his scarred skin. He remembered his failed attempt to use the Makioken and regenerated his flesh. "All of it happened due to my desire for one thing... and so I will train under you under one condition." He turned around lifting up a single hand with a single finger extended. His left hand was held behind his back. He turned around to Beelzebub and asked, "...Can you teach me something that will allow me to gain a powerful corpse? To kill someone strong enough for me to reach my Semi Perfect form... to advance my path of perfection?" He would shake his hand if Beelzebub agreed or told him something that he would approve of.
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