Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Mar 24, 2016 2:07:32 GMT
During one stormy night on the planet of Vegeta, a lone figure stood in the darkness: stalking, hunting. Lightning cracked the sky outside with it's violent indignation illuminating the towering palace that stood tall within the sheltered dome of the Cacumber Capital. Another furious strike flared out to show the demonic swordswoman: Maeve Rakshasa approaching that very palace. Each of her heavy footsteps were silenced by the low mumble of rain and thunder just outside the sheltered dome. The dragoness stood at the gate of this dark domain and let her gaze linger on the steel bars meant to prevent her entry. Surely it was cosmetic for Maeve could think of no saiyan that would be deterred by such a measure. Perhaps it was more symbolic, perhaps the gate was erected in such a manner not to protect the ones inside but to separate them. Whatever the reason, the girl found herself stopping dead in her tracks.
She looked up slowly to the looming palace as lightning continued to rain down around it from outside the dome. Each flash gave her a better look, each strike filled in the picture. With a snarl, Maeve would take the hilt of her mighty cleaver and slowly draw it.
She whispered the name that stained her lips with a foul taste. A name that meant death. A name that caused the blood of the swordswoman to burn with hatred. This hatred was what guided her to that place. It was the hatred that made her dream of all the ways she could confront 'Death' and bring her to her knees.
That and the fresh scar on her hand where a promise of unity and love used to be were the constant reminders of what she did. Maeve didn't know the details but she felt it when the love of her life was taken from her. In Zucceta's greed and lust for devastation she took the most precious thing to her in the entirety of the mortal Realm.
Sorrow crept into her whisper as she imagined her fiance. The one she promised her soul to. He was to give her strength...
Yet, he was gone. Gone but never forgotten.
She had to honor his memory. To take his responsibility as her own and own it. This included defeating Lady Death and toppling her empire.
This wouldn't be the day though...As Kaula had urged, Maeve wasn't strong enough. That only fed her hatred. Her rage. She wanted the strength to change the world but had no means of attaining it. She was lost, she was hurting, but...She was alive. Though there were more questions than answers now she knew she could bring her love back... She knew she could protect THEIR home. She just needed time...
Time, and the support of a realm beyond.
"I know you can't hear me... But...Wherever you are...I promise.... I will avenge him... I won't let you take him... Even if I have to drag you to hell with me I will make sure his life is returned. It doesn't belong to you... It never will. I promise... ZUCCETA! THIS WON'T BE THE END!" Maeve screamed out as she cut the ground before the gate leaving a gash.
"I will come back for him..."
Maeve turned and faded away. She wouldn't look back at Vegeta... Not until she had a plan. Bing's spirit would have to hold on...
"It seems the procedure went well. How do you feel?"
A silence permeated the cold operating room from within the ship of Lady Death as the doctor waited on a response.
Maeve has departed Vegeta and is headed to Earth!