Post by Plato on Nov 24, 2016 1:04:33 GMT
Powerlevel:110,269
Cold Steel clashed with the rocks. The cold steel that was Plato's magically created hammer slamming into the steel that was being forged in the depths of hell. The sweat poured down his face, training the depths of hell was not the easiest thing. Plato had been training for the tournament, after his defeat by Alistair he needed to train harder, he needed to gain even more powerful for when he returned he would need to help take namak with them and afterwards deal with the konats situation. He had interupted himself, to work on this new blade, he needed one after losing his old blade. Regardless he needed to train and he seemed to find what he needed. The heavy pockets in hell which contained gravity seemed to be nurimous in nature and strength and he had found one that would be good for his use, well it would have been if company had not knocked on his door. The sound of laughter could be heard from the background Plato slamming his sword agiasnt the rock agian trying to ignore it, he had been busy not just training and trying to forge new weapons. The Konstaian grumbled as he turned walking outside a couple kashvarr sitting outside, "It seems we found you." One of them cried out walking up to him, "You ready to rejoin our cause." Plato looked at them with some confusions, "I never was apart of it, and why the hell would i join a bunch a dead men."
The kashvarr looked back at plato shaking their heads at one another, "He seems more foolish then we thought brothers." The kashvarr said as one stepped up poking Plato's Chest, "We may be dead but we have discovered how to return to the world of the living, so we won't be for long we can bring you along." The group of the kashvarr said looking at plato but he was not unnerved, they could return he'd destroy them if they did, he didn't understand why they thought, they in any way thought he would be convinced to join them, their power paled on comparison to his own they were wasting his training time but it seemed their were not gonna leave. The kashvarr just stood their, the aura's of the two men expanding around them, "We can give you the power to summon your beast with ease, and all our magic's if you serve us agian." A kashvarr spoke with a cackle but Plato lightly blinked, "You act as if your magic is not my own." Plato said the Kashvarr looking confused as his aura expanded, "Summon your beasts i want to see what they can do cause all i got to say is that they won't be able to stop me." The kashvarr blinked at one another as they raised they arm each Kashvarr summoning 9 different beast but each had the same powerlevel but Plato remained bored, they were no threat to him even with their power. He Drew his blade pointing it the kashvarr , "I suggest you flee instead, your not going to be winning this fight." Plato raised his arm as he soummoned his beast in front of the kashvarr a hellish red demon spouting flames from its snout looking down at the kashvarr, "we done." Plato asked looking at the kashvarr who turned and ran. He would chase after them but they proved his point they were spineless. He was not going to chase them, it was not worth his time.
The Konstian strided back to the cave as he began the process of forging a new sword, he would need one when he returned to konats. seeing the kashvarr made him think about Konats. What would it be like when he returned? He really had no idea what would go down when he returned. Perhaps they would let him come back with open arms or fear him or someone would rebel but what would he do? He could become king agian or maybe he could just take a route of its protector, but he would have to be with the devil knights he would be on the move. They were a powerful organization and their goals were not all foreign. Fighting for a better universe, he could get behind that but could they achieve it, his honest answers was no. Not because of their intelligence, Alistair was smart enough, if he ruled he'd probley be a good man based on what he saw but the universe would struggle for control and they did not have the strength to fight a war for control. That is why he looked for people, everyone was needed people who could gather support. You could take a world alone but to keep a world, it would take hundreds. No one person has the power to control everything, he understood it from his short venture as king of konats.
He got to his feet looking over as he smashed the small hammer into the blade magic rushing through the new weapon as it lit up flames gushing from the blade as he was nearly finished. Sweat dripped off his face, never had he felt something so hot, The heat permeating from the blade, "Hell bringer, no it sounds too much like a boy band name i got to think of something actually original." He said to himself as he began to think over the events that lead him here, he was sitting in hell creating a new sword that he may or may not ever use pondering his life before he was killed by walker. The moment of his death was still fresh, the sudden numbness as his whole body was unable to function before everything disspeared, it was the kashvarr probley felt and it was glad they did, death was not the greatest feeling, it was in fact terrible. He would never want to be in that situation agian, he would never die agian, he would live for as long as time permitted, until his body decayed and he was unable to live but he'd never die not on his terms, never agian. He would control his destiny, he would not allow others to choose when his life was to end, only he could choose. He would spit death in the face, They would never meet agian. If he failed agian his people who turn to dust before his eyes as sat in a prison being fully involved in sorrow as he sat in hell for the rest of his existence. No, he would never feel helpless agian, he would control his own destiny.
It all started as a child, When the kashvarr took him away then when he left konats and returned only to find the kashvarr still in power he had to do something but every step of the way he had been manipulated, the beast desires overlapping his own, he was not plato he was a monster, fighting for it needs to kill and not for his need, his desire to bring peace so when he won he became king to fuel his power and then the saiyan came. He was pathetic, he thought he was strong but he was nothing, but a spec in history, he would of been without wild hunt. He couldn't even defeat carva, a low class saiyan who he was stronger then for a long time but he grown weak and soft. He was pathetic and on earth it was the same. He attempted to defend himself to only be easily outmatched by Captain nova and the others who arrived and defeated Plato. Then Walker killed him without mercy, which in hindsight he deserved though considering their were others who deserved it more and were not killed, then it as questionable to say the least. Regardless of how he felt it lead him to here, now desperate to return to konats save his people and maybe just maybe he could return a hero to his people, they forgetting how he failed, a madman's dream but a madman was what he was. He needed to keep himself going, he wanted to return to the living and make things right, then he'd figure it out from there, he didn't have a plan set, He didn't know what he would find and what would change but he needed to be ready for anything.
It had lead him to joining the devil knight they were his best chance for success if they succeed and took namek and help take back konats then they would become very powerful on the galactic spectrum, a scary thought but he didn't care, he just wanted to save them his people, despite all they did to him he wanted to be like them. He always had been a monster hidden away to one day be used to destroy them, that was his existence he didn't need to be powerful but the only way he could fit in and not be seen as a monster if he was a hero or he instilled complete and utter fear, trying to be a hero had landed him in hell so there was no point of trying to be good. He had tried, after all that occurred, he tried his best to be a good man to those who deserved it but it seemed to all go crashing down. It fell right on his head, because he was weak, when he embraced his darkness he was able to summon his monster withen his own control, yet he hated it. He hated that the only reason he was strong was by using the power the kashvarr had gifted him. He was not warrior of legend he was just like the kashvarr summoning beast to wreck havoc for them. He lifted his arm white scales racing down as he put his head next to his now monsterfying left arm. His eyes darted back to make sure no one was close as he let out a small sob. Slowly, the magic he had gained had begun to change him he was not a normal konstian anymore, slowly his body and the monster became one, he was any stronger all he felt was crippling physical and mental pain. The physical pain he had dealt with before, when they first sealed a monster withen in he felt the type of pain though it was far stronger but his body got to use it but the mentally pain only renewed still unhealed scars. He felt like he was a monster. Truly he was becoming one, not just because he had gone to hell and was not seen as a horrible person it as if the gods had decided to brand him so no one would forget, the hand of a monster. It was certainly a reason for him to slam his fist down into the dirt with pure rage and sadness. He didn't know where to go. But he raised his head looking at the blade which burned with a red and green flicker on his stone crafted desk. He grasped as the blade handle, "I know what i'll call you, Demon slayer." He said in his disillusion before raising the sword with one arm sending the blade down into his arm but all it did was shatter the blade he had spent hours creating. His faced twisted, it had happened agian, every time he had created one of those blades it was unable to cut off his arm. He got to his feet grabbing the blade throwing it with the rest of the broken blades as he sighed wipping some of the tears away as he strided to the entrance of the cave, he never wanted anyone to see him this weak and vulnerable, he looked so weak and he was truly was. He turned back walking into the cave arriving at the stone desk, "I guess we start with blade number 11." He said with a sigh as he began his work agian.