Post by Plato on Sept 27, 2016 15:33:43 GMT
Powerlevel:80,744
Heavy Weights:
Plato stared into the vast land that was hell, despite what he thought he would find their was actually some variety. He had traveled quite far to discover a large desert, He had been looking for answers but so far not a thing. But the deserts sparked images of his home, planet Konats. He had not been their in some time, and being dead he thought he would never return but their was hope. From what he understood in his conversation with that demon, he knew that people could return from death, it was not the end. He floated down towards the desert floor. His eyes wandered trying to find something or someone that maybe that would bring him back home at least mentally but it was just a vast desert not a single hint of life on the horizon only massive rocks that jetted out of the sand. They flew across the sand Plato stareing at them the winds from the desert land forcing him up and with no strength he was thrown around like a doll. "oh you got to be kidding me." Plato yelled as he was flying around before a figure flew up grabbing the ghost of plato and flying down towards a cave "What is a ghost doing out so far." the man said before landing in front of the save the man pulling the ghost inside. "What brings a konstian like you to hell." The man said pulling his cloak on to reveal the elf like feature of a konstian and a large white Mohawk. He turned to look at Plato a black mark going down his hole face, his eyes having two different colors, one was yellow the other was red his eyes piercing Plato's soul literally.
"I am Plato former king of konats, i was sent to hell for killing thousands of the kashvarr, those fucking red gremlins." He crossed his arms, normally he would ramble but he would keep it short, this was a fellow one of his kind he would know. The man face turned into a frown, "Ah, your a king like myself, i am King Icraus of well konats." The man said striding deeper into the cave "You want to follow me, i know why your here, i been looking for you." The king walked deeper into the cave, plato floating after him. Where they were going, plato had no real idea. His eyes narrowed he barley able to see in the near pitch darkness but his ki sense allowed him to follow, just reaching out to the Konstian power to be a guide through the caves. They walked in near complete darkness for 10 minutes before they arrived at the end of a cave an alter standing in the middle with large skulls, from the monsters of his konstian kin. Plato reached for his sword, of course he didn't have one as he was a ghost a sigh leaving. "I'm not here to kill you, i summoned those beast on my own will." Plato eyes widened slightly disgusted but the konstian just smiled, "You must know, the kashvarr were not the first to seal beast into our people."
Icarus said, "In fact, the reason i am in hell is for the creation of an empire using our true power, the beasts used to conquer worlds in the south galxey, you probley never heard of me as all records were erased, but i'll tell you now, we were the black empire the strongest kingdom in the south galxey, we were at the prime of konats strength, we were a kingdom." He finished plato jaw dropped before rage filled him. He leaped towards the man "What the hell are you doing your just like the kashvarr using power to control others and hurt people." The man stepped to the side slamming his fist into the ghost chest knocking the air out of Plato he collapsing to the floor, "I can't kill but with your body you can't kill me." The man strided back to the alter pressing his hand agiasnt it as blood drained from his arm "I looked for you because you our a descendant of mine, the last of my line, heir to that empire your meant to become a monster." The man grabbed his arm blood was drained complety from his hand, as Plato tried to get up but he felt like his soul was ripped out of his body slowly returning. But, Plato was pissed he reaching out Icarus just narrowed his eyes before smiling lightly. "I brought you here because you need to learn the truth, you been walking a thin line between the darkness that seeps throught you and that hope you could be a champion of hope and peace, but you were never born to become that your destiny was forged before you even were conceived." The man calmly placed his cut hand which was at this point shivered up into the pool of his own blood. "I can show you ability you could use to save your people, powers that even the kashvarr would not dare trifle with." Plato looked up the ghost feeling his strength return as he floated up.
Plato looked at Icraus dead in the eyes before speaking, "I refuse to believe i am part of your bloodline, i refuse to be manipulated by you or anyone." Plato pointed his hand forward, "I also refuse to become lower then the vial creatures that sealed a beast withen me, magic that is more evil then their own." Plato looked at the man, but Icarus had bursted into laughter. "You can't save anyone with your current strength, i thought you were suppose to be their champion, what is the point of being a champion if everyone your trying to protect is dead or dieing." Icarus taunted Plato circling the pour konstian, "I'll save you i'm not afraid of your boosts or threats." Plato crossed his arms, he was not going to let this man try and manipulate him. The man smiled lightly, "all the dead on your hands, you could of saved if you beat that saiyan carva, shame your afraid of your own strength if you were not you could of defeated that tree too." He smirked at Plato his eyes widening with rage, "Maybe if you were not stupid, you could of saved them, but now your dead and stuck here." Plato rushed at the man agian but he was only agian blown back but with time just a flick "You keep forgetting without a body you can't even touch me, even if you had one you'd stand well...ghost of a chance." Plato floated above the rubble coughing with rage as he focused his ki "Your right i may be a ghost but lets see you handle this." Plato almost non existed aura exploded a ghostly beast rising from his body icarus only frowning, "You don't seem to get, the beasts power is based on your own, with your at zero its power is nearly nothing!!!!" Icarus swung his hand out the beast being blown to shreds by a single ki blast plato falling to his ghostly knees coughing as he felt his life draining away, though it would not kill him to lose, he was still shocked how weak he was without a body, he couldn't do anything.
"Since you realize the uselessness of trying to fight back i suggest you listen, your going to learn a tale of your true ancestor, if you like it or not." Plato spat before turning his gaze "I am nothing like you, were not way of the same lineage go stick your hand up your ass." The man smiled "My hands our busy but your will be fine." The man threw it sword it going into plato right arm but rather then going throught he arm as he was ghost it stabbed into his hand pinning it into the wall as Plato screamed. "I can manipulate the wave length of a soul with my powers, i can kill the dead and bring life from out of nothingness, but not just the monster the kashvarr have created, i can can create even more powerful and devilish things." The man strided towards the alter, "I could kill you but i want your hate to fester, i want you to become what your meant to become not hide from it because you want be some hero, when has a hero ever saved anyone." He walked up pressing the sword right through plato hand. Plato yelled out in pain, "This soul manipulating technique, one of its fine purposes it that i can increased the strength of certain feelings like pain and sadness. I have increased the pain of this stab wound around 1,000 percent must hurt." He jabbed it Plato crying out, this pain was some of the worst he had felt in his existence, perhaps the only thing that would measure to the pain he experienced when his beast was first sealed inside him. He felt like he was going to black out but every time he would nearly faint, the man would flick his wrist the pain going down so he stayed awake, he yelling until he literally ran out of air.
"A story nearly 800 years ago, A story of when our people had forged an galactic empire through the power of those so called monsters, i was the king of this vast land, ruler of an entire galaxy, unlike the north or west Galaxy, they has never been powerful fighters, we devolved slower, we never reached their power but at one time we grasped it, when i was king, we were conquer's and rulers." The man strided dipping his other hand into the blood, "The kashvarr were mearley pawns, they worked for me as my high council, creating those wicked monster to achieve my goals of taking over the whole galaxy. But you wonder why, why did the konstian want to do such a horrible thing." He walked right up to plato, "Not because they choose to but because i willed it, like you willed the kashvarr to die, you strided a path like my own, vengeance and evil intents, you felt the same way those voices long ago they were not of a beast they were of a man." He said as plato world crumbled around him. He knew the voices he spoke of, before he meet ciphers he'd hear the voices of his monster, at least that is what he assumed, but was this man telling the truth, had this man been manipulating him and not his monster a beast which showed no real intelligence in any encounters. His spirit shattered into millions of pieces as this man spoke he felt everything he had worked for breaking apart, this man was twisting him. Was he just like this man, who used his power to will his people. "I forged the galxey in my own image but the people rebelled and a champion rose among them armed with the power given by the kashvarr, one of the two time the two rival races worked together just to overthrow me, I never sealed myself with one of those beast i knew the weakness's it was simple, those sealed with such beasts could never become great warriors but he did, he found new techniques, he soummoned a beast that could destroy planets with the mere roar and we battled destroying countless worlds before it ended but i lost, i was sent to hell then the same cycle continued the kashvarr and my people fighting eachother until small shards of peace occurred." The man wipped his face, "Your are the last of my bloodline a man who can become an emperor and conquer your old home lands and become a man who power is unrivaled."
Plato wheezed a small mist dripping from his mouth before the man pulled the sword out of his wound. Plato coughed more of this mist appearing, "I refuse to become you in any way, i am nothing like you." Plato tried desperately to deny it but deep down what he said resided deep withen pulling at him as he felt himself desiring this, this power he could attain, could this man really make him stronger then someone like walker? if he was stronger he could keep konats safe, no one would threaten his people with such a powerful protector on the scene. He felt something tear inside him, as his eyes darted around. He had made his choice. He got to his feet heading to leave the cave the man looking at him confused, "Where are you going." Icarus yelled pulling his blade from the jagged rocks, plato looking right back at him, "I am not going to become you, i don't want to follow a liar, you said you could make me stronger then walker but if you were that strong you would not be in hell right now you'd be ruling the universe on the outside, walker is the strongest being i know, he is nearly invincible, but he made a mistake" His face twisted to that of pure malice, "If he thought he knew the monster, before he killed me, then he will be horrified to see me after i return, and my first kill as already been decided." Plato floated off Icarus only smiling, it seemed he pushed the konstian, though not in the path he wanted, he would come around though. Plato floated out of the caves, He had only goal, save konats through any means, if he had to become the monster that he so feared and was disgusted before his death, then he would become that beast and restore balance on konats, if the whole universe had to quake under his fist for konats to be safe, then the universe would tremble before he died once more. That was a promise.
Heavy Weights:
Plato stared into the vast land that was hell, despite what he thought he would find their was actually some variety. He had traveled quite far to discover a large desert, He had been looking for answers but so far not a thing. But the deserts sparked images of his home, planet Konats. He had not been their in some time, and being dead he thought he would never return but their was hope. From what he understood in his conversation with that demon, he knew that people could return from death, it was not the end. He floated down towards the desert floor. His eyes wandered trying to find something or someone that maybe that would bring him back home at least mentally but it was just a vast desert not a single hint of life on the horizon only massive rocks that jetted out of the sand. They flew across the sand Plato stareing at them the winds from the desert land forcing him up and with no strength he was thrown around like a doll. "oh you got to be kidding me." Plato yelled as he was flying around before a figure flew up grabbing the ghost of plato and flying down towards a cave "What is a ghost doing out so far." the man said before landing in front of the save the man pulling the ghost inside. "What brings a konstian like you to hell." The man said pulling his cloak on to reveal the elf like feature of a konstian and a large white Mohawk. He turned to look at Plato a black mark going down his hole face, his eyes having two different colors, one was yellow the other was red his eyes piercing Plato's soul literally.
"I am Plato former king of konats, i was sent to hell for killing thousands of the kashvarr, those fucking red gremlins." He crossed his arms, normally he would ramble but he would keep it short, this was a fellow one of his kind he would know. The man face turned into a frown, "Ah, your a king like myself, i am King Icraus of well konats." The man said striding deeper into the cave "You want to follow me, i know why your here, i been looking for you." The king walked deeper into the cave, plato floating after him. Where they were going, plato had no real idea. His eyes narrowed he barley able to see in the near pitch darkness but his ki sense allowed him to follow, just reaching out to the Konstian power to be a guide through the caves. They walked in near complete darkness for 10 minutes before they arrived at the end of a cave an alter standing in the middle with large skulls, from the monsters of his konstian kin. Plato reached for his sword, of course he didn't have one as he was a ghost a sigh leaving. "I'm not here to kill you, i summoned those beast on my own will." Plato eyes widened slightly disgusted but the konstian just smiled, "You must know, the kashvarr were not the first to seal beast into our people."
Icarus said, "In fact, the reason i am in hell is for the creation of an empire using our true power, the beasts used to conquer worlds in the south galxey, you probley never heard of me as all records were erased, but i'll tell you now, we were the black empire the strongest kingdom in the south galxey, we were at the prime of konats strength, we were a kingdom." He finished plato jaw dropped before rage filled him. He leaped towards the man "What the hell are you doing your just like the kashvarr using power to control others and hurt people." The man stepped to the side slamming his fist into the ghost chest knocking the air out of Plato he collapsing to the floor, "I can't kill but with your body you can't kill me." The man strided back to the alter pressing his hand agiasnt it as blood drained from his arm "I looked for you because you our a descendant of mine, the last of my line, heir to that empire your meant to become a monster." The man grabbed his arm blood was drained complety from his hand, as Plato tried to get up but he felt like his soul was ripped out of his body slowly returning. But, Plato was pissed he reaching out Icarus just narrowed his eyes before smiling lightly. "I brought you here because you need to learn the truth, you been walking a thin line between the darkness that seeps throught you and that hope you could be a champion of hope and peace, but you were never born to become that your destiny was forged before you even were conceived." The man calmly placed his cut hand which was at this point shivered up into the pool of his own blood. "I can show you ability you could use to save your people, powers that even the kashvarr would not dare trifle with." Plato looked up the ghost feeling his strength return as he floated up.
Plato looked at Icraus dead in the eyes before speaking, "I refuse to believe i am part of your bloodline, i refuse to be manipulated by you or anyone." Plato pointed his hand forward, "I also refuse to become lower then the vial creatures that sealed a beast withen me, magic that is more evil then their own." Plato looked at the man, but Icarus had bursted into laughter. "You can't save anyone with your current strength, i thought you were suppose to be their champion, what is the point of being a champion if everyone your trying to protect is dead or dieing." Icarus taunted Plato circling the pour konstian, "I'll save you i'm not afraid of your boosts or threats." Plato crossed his arms, he was not going to let this man try and manipulate him. The man smiled lightly, "all the dead on your hands, you could of saved if you beat that saiyan carva, shame your afraid of your own strength if you were not you could of defeated that tree too." He smirked at Plato his eyes widening with rage, "Maybe if you were not stupid, you could of saved them, but now your dead and stuck here." Plato rushed at the man agian but he was only agian blown back but with time just a flick "You keep forgetting without a body you can't even touch me, even if you had one you'd stand well...ghost of a chance." Plato floated above the rubble coughing with rage as he focused his ki "Your right i may be a ghost but lets see you handle this." Plato almost non existed aura exploded a ghostly beast rising from his body icarus only frowning, "You don't seem to get, the beasts power is based on your own, with your at zero its power is nearly nothing!!!!" Icarus swung his hand out the beast being blown to shreds by a single ki blast plato falling to his ghostly knees coughing as he felt his life draining away, though it would not kill him to lose, he was still shocked how weak he was without a body, he couldn't do anything.
"Since you realize the uselessness of trying to fight back i suggest you listen, your going to learn a tale of your true ancestor, if you like it or not." Plato spat before turning his gaze "I am nothing like you, were not way of the same lineage go stick your hand up your ass." The man smiled "My hands our busy but your will be fine." The man threw it sword it going into plato right arm but rather then going throught he arm as he was ghost it stabbed into his hand pinning it into the wall as Plato screamed. "I can manipulate the wave length of a soul with my powers, i can kill the dead and bring life from out of nothingness, but not just the monster the kashvarr have created, i can can create even more powerful and devilish things." The man strided towards the alter, "I could kill you but i want your hate to fester, i want you to become what your meant to become not hide from it because you want be some hero, when has a hero ever saved anyone." He walked up pressing the sword right through plato hand. Plato yelled out in pain, "This soul manipulating technique, one of its fine purposes it that i can increased the strength of certain feelings like pain and sadness. I have increased the pain of this stab wound around 1,000 percent must hurt." He jabbed it Plato crying out, this pain was some of the worst he had felt in his existence, perhaps the only thing that would measure to the pain he experienced when his beast was first sealed inside him. He felt like he was going to black out but every time he would nearly faint, the man would flick his wrist the pain going down so he stayed awake, he yelling until he literally ran out of air.
"A story nearly 800 years ago, A story of when our people had forged an galactic empire through the power of those so called monsters, i was the king of this vast land, ruler of an entire galaxy, unlike the north or west Galaxy, they has never been powerful fighters, we devolved slower, we never reached their power but at one time we grasped it, when i was king, we were conquer's and rulers." The man strided dipping his other hand into the blood, "The kashvarr were mearley pawns, they worked for me as my high council, creating those wicked monster to achieve my goals of taking over the whole galaxy. But you wonder why, why did the konstian want to do such a horrible thing." He walked right up to plato, "Not because they choose to but because i willed it, like you willed the kashvarr to die, you strided a path like my own, vengeance and evil intents, you felt the same way those voices long ago they were not of a beast they were of a man." He said as plato world crumbled around him. He knew the voices he spoke of, before he meet ciphers he'd hear the voices of his monster, at least that is what he assumed, but was this man telling the truth, had this man been manipulating him and not his monster a beast which showed no real intelligence in any encounters. His spirit shattered into millions of pieces as this man spoke he felt everything he had worked for breaking apart, this man was twisting him. Was he just like this man, who used his power to will his people. "I forged the galxey in my own image but the people rebelled and a champion rose among them armed with the power given by the kashvarr, one of the two time the two rival races worked together just to overthrow me, I never sealed myself with one of those beast i knew the weakness's it was simple, those sealed with such beasts could never become great warriors but he did, he found new techniques, he soummoned a beast that could destroy planets with the mere roar and we battled destroying countless worlds before it ended but i lost, i was sent to hell then the same cycle continued the kashvarr and my people fighting eachother until small shards of peace occurred." The man wipped his face, "Your are the last of my bloodline a man who can become an emperor and conquer your old home lands and become a man who power is unrivaled."
Plato wheezed a small mist dripping from his mouth before the man pulled the sword out of his wound. Plato coughed more of this mist appearing, "I refuse to become you in any way, i am nothing like you." Plato tried desperately to deny it but deep down what he said resided deep withen pulling at him as he felt himself desiring this, this power he could attain, could this man really make him stronger then someone like walker? if he was stronger he could keep konats safe, no one would threaten his people with such a powerful protector on the scene. He felt something tear inside him, as his eyes darted around. He had made his choice. He got to his feet heading to leave the cave the man looking at him confused, "Where are you going." Icarus yelled pulling his blade from the jagged rocks, plato looking right back at him, "I am not going to become you, i don't want to follow a liar, you said you could make me stronger then walker but if you were that strong you would not be in hell right now you'd be ruling the universe on the outside, walker is the strongest being i know, he is nearly invincible, but he made a mistake" His face twisted to that of pure malice, "If he thought he knew the monster, before he killed me, then he will be horrified to see me after i return, and my first kill as already been decided." Plato floated off Icarus only smiling, it seemed he pushed the konstian, though not in the path he wanted, he would come around though. Plato floated out of the caves, He had only goal, save konats through any means, if he had to become the monster that he so feared and was disgusted before his death, then he would become that beast and restore balance on konats, if the whole universe had to quake under his fist for konats to be safe, then the universe would tremble before he died once more. That was a promise.