Post by Helix Crust on May 1, 2016 17:03:12 GMT
[Heavy Weights] [Part 1/2]
The prophet watched with mournful countenance as his brother stepped forwards into the heavenly chopping block, and await his judgement. Helix watched the darkened soul in front of him intently and couldn't help but notice that the small puffball behind him was drifting slightly farther and farther away. A loud and rumbling voice caught the attention of Helix just as Xylo stepped forwards into the building to be judged. As much as Helix had respect for Xylo, he knew that his ways were different and cruel, and that he'd probably enjoy hell much more than he would heaven anyway.
"Hmmmm." Grumbled the voice, which Helix looked up and discovered to be a massive blue ogre, lying on it's stomach with it's head rested in it's hands, eyeing Helix and the soul behind him suspiciously. Helix was immediately frightened by the massive sight and began to stutter.
"E-Erm, may I help you? I'm sorry if I have done anything I should not have done… Have I stepped out of line? Allow me to- Er- Let me re-begin… I am Helix Crust, of the namekian dragon clan and-" But the prophet's apologetic rambling was cut off with some blunt words from the colossal ogre.
"Why do all three of you puffy whelps smell the same?" He narrowed his eyes, giving two more heafty sniffs which caused a tornado's worth of suction.
"Excuse me? I, Er-- Standing in front of me was my brother by right of namekian fission, Xylo of the mazoku clan, he is my polar opposite, and—" Helix began once more, but was then hit by the reality of the situation. "Wait a moment…" The dragon clan namekian turned around to the soul behind him, the suspicious looking blackened ball of gas. Three souls that smell the same. Could the sketchy swirl of air behind him be..? "Xirula… of course, it is you!"
The soul standing behind Helix seemed to slump with frustration before physically scoffing and beginning to speak. "I was sorta hoping you'd just fuck off and leave me alone," the angsty voice retorted with a great deal of venom in its tone.
"Xirula, my dear brother.. It has been quite some time, I suppose that you have been doing well enough on namek?" Helix tried to speak with a respectful tone to his notably dickish younger brother, another product of fission.
"I would've been fucking fine and dandy if you hadn't dragged my ass down here and lead me to eternal damnation. I had such a life ahead of me, god DAMN IT." Xirula was mourning the loss of his beautiful future in robbing small namekian towns and gambling.
Helix turned to the massive blue ogre and would've blushed, had he not been a ball of abstract smoke. "We too are brothers, as was the namekian who has just descended to hell. The two of them are of the mazoku clan, and I of the dragon clan, if you are familiar with Namekian social structures, which I suppose is ignorant of me to assume, and I apologize if in bringing this up I have made you feel uneducated, as it is a rather obscure field of knowledge for one of your kind to have—"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY," Xirula interjected wisely, and the aqua ogre nodded his head in agreement, shifting into a sitting a position and crossing his legs, shaking the entire region of the check in station as he did so.
"Brother is right! Quiet… Good whelps stay quiet." The ogre said thoughtfully.
"My apologies," Helix lamented, as he continued to talk, "Yes, Xirula, I also was doing quite well before I lost my life… I was quite fearful for a moment, simply because I believe I was going insane… luckily it was just death, really in retrospect, I'm rather glad to be here in the afterlife and not suffering from some sort of delusion of the mind in the world of the living… Xylo choose a quite unfortunate time to get himself killed, as I was just taking up residence with the guardian of earth and preparing for the—"
Helix gasped audibly. Suddenly, everything began to click. The danger on namek, the danger that elder Nai was preparing for… It was Xylo. It was Xylo all along, his own brother. And if Xylo was dead… Then some part of the danger must have been defeated! Xylo was quite strong, he was sure to have been at least a driving factor in the Mazoku attacks, in fact, he had mentioned that he was leading them, that's right! So then the danger on namek has been negated, and all is well!
The prophet sighed with relief. "I was just standing in line with our brother Xylo, and– Well, I'm sure you heard that conversation already, but all the while I was of such fear that I would fall right in to him and combine back into one! The attraction was so dense, I do tell you. You weren't involved in any Mazoku strikes recently, were you? Have you and him ever met before?" Helix shifted to inquiring, and the watchful ogre gave a growl of warning, as if prodding helix to shut up.
Xirula sighed as if annoyed that he had to even deal with the presence of Helix, but answered briefly and with a matter of fact "I don't fuck with those weak ass bitches." Xirula had certainly obtained his vulgar vocabulary off world, and Helix could only dare to wonder where he had gone spreading chaos and crime over these last 90 years.
"That is well, I suppose," Helix answered briefly, still overwhelmed by relief that the threat on namek was subdued in all likelihood, unless a larger Mazoku threat still loomed. Nai was safe, until he fell prey to his old age of course. Xirula watched from afar as Xylo's soul was slurped down into the depths of hell like water going down a drain, and visibly flinched with pain. Helix continued blathering on, much to the dismay of the ogre, but Xirula formed a solemn plan.
"There Is no way in hell i'm going down there," The demon namek whispered, prompting a confused "What did you say?" from Helix, but it was too late.
The black ball of malicious smoke darted forward, closing the gap between the souls and leapt forwards, his dark smoke splashing together with Helix's pure light. The two began to bubble and fester as they fused together like a chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream cone, abruptly popping here and there and glowing in a rather unholy purple and yellow light. For a moment, each side looked to have the upper hand, with Xirula's dirty tactics pushing Helix into a recede, and Helix's massive magical energy overpowering the shadows.
The massive ogre began to show actual interest in the souls now, as the smoke eventually turned from a juxtaposed black and white into a light silver, and formed itself into the symbol in the shape of… a fire!
But the transformation wasn't done yet! Suddenly, the gas formed itself even further, a rod… No, an arm… An up stretched fist bursting outwards from the ball of smoke as the rest of the slightly-less-holy energy formed into a vague silhouette of a figure, and then more specifically, a silhouette of a namekian, a dragon clan prophet, Helix Crust!
The poor old namekian was changed now, with a lighter skin and a more slender and youthful figure, although he maintained the valuable marks of age that namekian elders carried. He collapsed onto all fours, panting heavily as sweat dripped out of his robe. The normally black scar of fire on his forehead was now temporarily glowing a piercing white with energy.
"D-Damn!" Helix stuttered out, "What a rush!"
Meanwhile, the ogres were not having it. A tall red ogre walked over to Helix and began to shout at him about how he was holding up the line, and sure enough when Helix turned behind him the souls were all frenzying and shouting about how the line had stopped moving.
Helix chuckled slightly with embarrassment "Oh shit, sorry!"
