Post by Dantalion on Nov 28, 2016 8:28:30 GMT
A harsh wind brushed along the frozen tundra of The Frozen North, wandering in the Yunzabit Highlands a demon had arisen, or so some would say. In truth it was a mere accident, the universe was a strange and dangerous place, the tiniest of cracks minuscule and size and presence would form along the air like a sheet of glass straining under the pressure, it cracked.
From this, a Demon emerged, not some demon of legend no being of such power that strikes of energy formed around it, no trembling with each step, no a Demon came out, its horns crowning first as a guttural purr slowly emitted from beyond the veil then came a sharp symmetrical face came out from the purple spiral of light. Then came the mass of the beast its form standing well over six feet tall, his body bent sharply as a long-boned blade was held aloft in its hand. Its mouth slowly detached, the teeth rubbing against each other as his voice began to ring with a guttural growl as it emerged, looking left and right across the barren wastelands as it examined what it had pulled itself into, slowly sinking off into the snow leaving nothing more than a deep harsh footprint embedded deep into the snow.
For days the creature wandered its blade sliding along the ground as it wandered without purpose, without aim. He was unfamiliar with the land, a single envy running through its mind, Portal.... I need to leave... This dreary ass wasteland. No signs of life all but the scattering of trees from the neighbouring forest, he bought his hand up against the tree parting it with a swipe of his hand the tree falling with a moan as the lumber bent back and forth, before finally landing with a soft pat as the snow bounced up from its restful slumber.
A short giggle erupted from the beast as its body bobbed up and down, "So... there is something to do on this godforsaken rock after all. Good..." The beast grumbled it's a mass of putrid ooze forming with bubbles in its mouth before finally bending down, its eyes burning a bright red as it began its Bulletstorm of saliva. Missing the first tree leaving a furrowed ridge as its mouth bent back and forth filling up for another shot before loosening a smaller shot of ooze and toppling over the tree, then another, this pattern never to subside until a forest of broken trees laid patted against the snow, his teeth bending along into a wry smile.
"Well... It seems I have ran out of things to do...." he moaned, the sudden realization kicking in his actions too greedy, punished by the wonton destruction and now he was left alone to travel his sword caressing his leg as the only creature comfort he could afford.
Days turned to weeks as the beast went through the motions, wander, eat, sleep, wander, eat, sleep. The pattern rang for days never changing, unhindered or unaltered as he pressed forward, slithers of snow occasionally catching by, slipping into the small crevices that laced along his body, amounting a larger mass as he continued to push forward unnoticing until he became more akin to that of the Abominable Snowman then some Demon. As a new day dawned it went through the pattern, wander, eat then as sleep dawned upon him, his form slinking down creating a cavity in the snow a whistle almost invisible in the spectrum of noise, hastily the beast perked up, the snow pushing itself up as its garnet eyes illuminated through the snow that had blanketed his face.
With haste the creature moved, its form slinking back up as it began to move towards the whistle, it wasn’t the whistle of the blizzard that always seemed to adorn the tundra’s landscape, nor was it the whistle of any of the mostly deceased critters that at once had so boldly inhabited the scape.It was both familiar, yet distant, alien in nature as he began to prowl, its form creeping over the side of a mountain as it quickly realized where he had just returned to. The Planescape of broken trees that had once stood proudly upright, defiant to the ever blowing winds, his eyes snapped back and forth before narrowing in, its form quickly slinking down, forming a small dune of snow atop the edge of the mountain it had been peeking over.
“Well goshdarnit must be my lucky day, I told that women, as long as ya pray to Kami he would deliver.” the stunted man bellowed, snow brushing against his fur coat as his muscles began to perk up, his arms heaving around a log as slowly he began to backtrack, his legs pressing against the snow leaving an indent that was only to be engulfed by the log he dragged, “Like I always say, as long as your pray to Kami, screw your wife only for procreation and leave Sunday’s open for Prayer and football you will be rewarded.” the man continued to bellow before returning to his joyous tune, carving his way through the snow and into the torrent of silvery snow.
As the man dissipated the creature became visible in the mass of snow, its body jittering harshly as the snow was quickly tossed aside, allowing the being a sense of movement again as it rushed towards the leftover logs, its fingers interlocking as an audible crack ran as its neck bent back and forth in a motion similar to that of a bobblehead. Its arms bent slowly, quickly gathering the lumber as it began to mentally count, One… Two… Three… Four… it counted before looking over the rest, letting loose a shrug before following the trail of marked white.
A few minutes passed by, as the beast pressed through, the passing of snow clinging to his skin before finally coming into view, for once envy had been registered, for days he had been without it, not that he was complaining, but what he could complain about was the nothing, the almost abstract in its nature boredom that presented itself throughout the snow ridden lands. Slowly his vision looked up and down, the thickly built cabin only showing freckles of brown amongst the thick white that had adorned across its roof and porch. Slowly he made his approach, a greedy smile running across the bone rigid beast's face as made his approach, he could feel the absence of love here, the cries and screams echoing loudly from the house, bombastic noise rivaling even that of the winds of the north arises, and the hushed cries of a child echoed fervently throughout the building as he stood at the door.
His back bent low, resembling more of an embarrassing squat than that of a stand as he put the lumber underneath an arm, letting loose a harsh cough before raising a hand, cocking back before gently moving forward. Though a little too forward. The hand crunched against wood, his hand jutting through the thin wooden surface of the door his hand turning to open presenting an empty palm that turned into a wave as he heard the screams quieten down into a silent worry.
“Mom, Dad…. I’m home…” a sadistic voice echoed, the open-palmed hand quickly jutting back, pulling with it the door from its frame as he crouched, looking into the homestead with an almost glitter in its eyes. “So, what’s for dinner?” the monster inquired, a look of horror and shock running through the family as the man slowly slipped into the kitchen, grabbing a large metal knife from the drawer and holding it similar to that of a Claymore, both hands unnecessarily wielding it as his breath ran with a fervor. “Oh, does this mean I get to cut the Turkey this time?” Dantalion inquired, before the man rushed him with the knife, pressing it with as much force as he could muster against the skull, only for the metal to bend and quake before the skull as its face twisted and contorted, a sickened lipless smile as his head cocked to the side, his arms gripping around Father with an almost intense brutality.
“Dad, remember when you said we would go on vacation this year? I am really thinking about going down South this year, what do you think?” he said as he gave the man a hearty embrace, the mother screaming in terror as Dantalion felt the man’s heart pulse, in and out with no rhythm a frantic pace taking shape as he continued the tight embrace. “Anyway, I am going to bed now. Can’t wait to help you collect wood tomorrow.” Dantalion said as he picked the man up, a slow moving crouch as he placed the man on the couch, his body in a close to comatose state as Mother still screamed in horror, only for Dantalion to move in close, giving her a caring kiss on the forehead, which was more a mass of teeth pressing against her skull, something that showed as his maw left a slight depression in her head, though not enough to crack the skull, just bruise the skin.
As he pressed through he quickly moved along the halls, gently pressing his hand against the door, more careful than ever not to break it down, as he pressed it along he saw his bedroom, the floor littered with his toys, an assortment of cars and lego bricks scattered about, “I should really do what Dad tells me and clean my room up. Maybe tomorrow.” he said aloud as a frightened scream erupted from his bed, a small child no more than a few years old looked in abject horror at the beast that towered over him, “Oh no, what's wrong Seymour, did you have another night terror?” he said as slowly he moved over to his new pet, he had only gotten him a few months ago, or so he had thought, he was already manifesting a brand new world from the family of outliers, he knew fully well what he was doing, but he wanted a family and finally he had the chance. Slowly he moved over, the boy quickly scampering away, screaming for its mother and father to save him, hearing the rushing footsteps pressing along the bending timber as Father came back swinging, this time a second blade brandished as he rushed forward, jumping with a scream as he pressed the blades along the scales of Dantalion’s back, his body arching in a manner that prevented him from being impaled.
The boy rushed along, trying to slither beneath the creature’s legs before being quickly snatched up and into the creature’s embrace, his body pressed hard against his chest as he started to whisper sweet nothing’s into the child’s ear, “Shhhh… It’s okay Seymor, there is nothing to be afraid of. Not as long as you are in my embrace.” he said, his lips an inch away from the child’s ear as slowly he walked to his bed, the child frozen in place as his arms broke backwards, bending as his fingers coiled around Father’s chest, pulling him in front of him as his head cocked to the side, “Shhh Father, it's all okay now. Seymor was just having a night terror that's all, nothing to worry about.” he said with a hushed voice, his head still cocked as he carried Father beneath his meaty arms, slowly wandering through the corridors as he picked up mother in the other. For a few moments, he gathered the layout of the building before stumbling on the master bedroom, Father still struggling to break Dantalion’s grip as Mother screamed cries, wishing in vain for someone to save them. As he walked to the bed he dropped both Mother and Father, their feet scurrying for a few seconds before a loud and sharp crack echoed throughout the building, his meaty hand spread long and thin as he chopped at both their necks, a deep bruise forming as they both fell unconscious to the floor, before being picked up and placed gently to bed, “Good night mother.” he said with a gentle kiss, his meaty hand brushing her hair out from her face allowing her to breath, “Good night Father.” he said as he left the room, his mouth slowly descending onto a candle as he took in a deep inhale, before blowing out the light.
Slowly he creaked along the floor, moving back to his room as Seymor laid there, curled up, a heavy sob being heard as he walked to his bed, picking his pet up as he laid his body to rest on the bed, a sharp crack resounding throughout the room as Dantalion sighed, “Gonna need a new bed. Will ask Father to make me one tomorrow. For now…” he paused for a second, his hand coiling around Seymor as he put him onto his chest as he listened to the boy’s sobbing. “Good night Seymor,” he said as he inhaled a deep breath, releasing it through the room and extinguishing the single candle at the door.
A new day dawned, the first day of the rest of his life. The boy’s quiet sobs finally subsiding and through fear the boy fell into the gentle slumber of night, pressed against Dantalion’s chest. As the sun shone through the window his head tilted to the side as he let the light shine upon his mass of muscles, a gentle sigh released as he looked to the roof, “Have I been sated?” the beast inquired, a stark grumble as the boy slowly raised himself from the bed of muscle, its sight blurred from the sand as it turned left to right.
“Boy… That nightmare…. It seemed so real….” the boy cried as he rubbed his cheeks, the dried tears being quickly rubbed away as he looked down, his eyes quickly widening as he let loose a high pitched scream, and quickly the bending of timber was heard again, the parent’s rushed to the room as the mother let loose another scream.
“Mother, ever since I got home all you have done is a scream. Is something a matter?” The beast enquired as a hand coiled along his pet’s chest picking him up and placing him down, giving a short pat on the head as he slowly stretched out, his leg brushing against the child as the boy quickly bent with ease as the creature yawned. “Come now, let us have Breakfast,” he said as he crouched down, staring daggers at Mother, iterating a single thing, I am now your child. Quickly the women shriveled up, hey eyes widened as her mouth finally opened without releasing a horrifying scream.
“Come Seymor…. Let us eat….” she sobbed, finally resigning to the beast’s odd demands. Slowly with a broken step, she took her step, looking at her husband who was nothing short of horrified as she moved in with a whisper, “Just go along with it… I have a plan.” she said with a twisted smile, her eyes narrowing before returning to her broken step.
As the family arrived Dantalion sat with his family, the familiar scent of Mother’s waffles being prepared over the stove, the sound of Father’s fingers brushing between the pages of the newspaper, Dantalion always wanted to know how he managed to get the paper all the way here in the City, but never asked, always too busy playing with his Pet Seymor who seemed to want to sleep in, keeping itself hidden in his room. “Father… My bed broke, I think it is about time we built a new one,” he said as he remained crouched in the room, the Father breaking into a panic as the Mother paused for a second, before returning to cooking the waffles.
“Umm… Ye… Yes, I am sure we can… Make a new one…”he responded, hesitation in his every breath as he quickly dug his head into the newspaper, terror running in his breath that he let loose with a rush.
Dantalion’s brow furrowed as he let loose a heavy breath, “Father… You seem distant… How in debt are we?” the creatures lipless face twisted into as best it could into a smile, though in truth it was nothing more than his jagged teeth bending a little.
The father paused for a second, lowering his paper down as his head tilted to the side, “I’m sorry. What did you say.” voice had not flushed through him, though the words could easily be twisted, no it was confusion, as slowly he came to the realization. This beast had inserted himself in and started to create a whole new world with his family as the catalyst for its sickening game.
“Father, I know your gambling has put us into financial trouble. That is why Mother has been screaming so aggressively since I got home.” the creature quivered, showing a false sense of fear as the Father responded.
The Father did nothing more than look with shocked confusion, turning to Mother as he looked for her help in the situation. Only responding with the rolling of hands, as he let loose a little cough, “Ummm… Son may we talk about this another time. We have to… Uhh.. Go… Go collect wood yes that is it. Once we finish breakfast we must go collect wood.” he asserted, letting loose another cough as he dug his head back into the newspaper as the Mother arrived, placing down a tray of waffles between the two before rushing back to the kitchen in hopes to get away.
Dantalion contemplated starting a conversation with Mother, but he knew how much she loved working in the Kitchen, and if he ever disturbed her, well… she was never impressed by it. As the last morsel of waffle was consumed Dantalion raised himself from his crouch, though only got to relieve his back for all of a few seconds as he returned back to his slump as his head bounced against the roof, a short grumble radiating from him as he took his leave of his Homestead and entered back into the unforgiving snowscape of the North.
After a few minutes Father walked out, a timid movement in his step, no longer whistling a tune but instead hiding his curses beneath the veil of billowing snow. A few minutes passed, an awkward silence developing between the two, “Father seems upset. Maybe I shouldn’t have confronted him about his Gambling Addiction.” the beast muttered quietly, knowing full well Father couldn’t hear him beneath the still billowing wail of the snowstorm.
As the minutes passed they finally arrived to the massacre of Barren Tree’s, father moving over to pick up a log, his muscles heaving as best they could as they grappled around one of the logs, pulling it behind him with as much strength as he could muster all the while Dantalion started to pick them up with great ease, One… Two… Three… Four… he counted mentally, picking them up before seeing father had already begun to heave it along, leaving the all too familiar imprint in the snow. Dantalion walked beside him, bending down to grip the log to assist Father as best he could, though in truth the stunted man clung for dear life as he heaved the log overhead, letting the man flop in the air as he made his own imprints, no trace of a log left in the snow as he made his way back to his Home.
As descended through the snowy gauntlet of a storm, something had happened in Dantalion’s absence, a mob of people aligned themselves in the Snow, their Arm Cannon’s at the ready as they prepared to ambush the beast that they had so lovingly decided to call, Abominable Snowman. As the man stressed about, holding onto the log he finally dropped away, his sight far more attuned to the environment of snow, taking note of the small fortifications that a dozen men had prepared for themselves. As he approached he saw for once Father have a smile on his face, darting towards his homestead, “It seems Father can smell your cooking mother. It always has put a smile on his face.” Dantalion grinned as slowly he made his way back to his Homestead, each imprint of the snow made inched closer a finger to the trigger.
Four steps, four more steps and he would have entered the sanctity of his Homestead, only to instead be hit by a flurry of energy and light from the left and right, his form shuddering for a second before quickly descending into the snow.
For a few seconds, a short-lived scream erupted from the mob of men, revealing themselves from their location at their apparent success. All the while, Dantalion had gotten to work, digging a deep cavernous hole around him, large enough to fit two of him, which is exactly what he planned to do.
For a few minutes, he sat there, his mind focusing as he felt his flesh and bone shifting molding as slowly it split from his form, in an instant a second Dantalion came into existence, looking up and down each other before giving a quick nod. Then the two beings darted across, splitting the earth beneath them as the horns bared through the snow, then came the thorns that darted down the length of his spine. Then emerged it in full, the beasts garnet eyes shining brightly down as for a split second, the men prepared their guns, their arms raised for a sliver of a second before his massive arms tore asunder with a single vertical stroke, slashing off the opposition's arms before listening to the tirade of screams of horror in unison as both the left and the right turned the pale snow crimson.
For a second his breath was heavy, both forms glaring daggers at Mother and Father before taking short steps towards them, the forms slowly shifting back together into one form as they advanced towards the couple, the Garnet eyes staring down as he came into full view, his posture straightened as he towered over them, in one hand his blade, while the clutched into a fist preparing to knock their blocks off.
Then came a sphere, a mass of Blue Ki spiralling towards Dantalion as he cried out in pain, turning to see the form come to vision, a Martial Artist, descending from the heaven in Crimson robes with a single Ornate Dragonball adorning the chest, “Now, is this all I can expect from the mighty Abominable Snowman?” the man inquired, forming another sphere of blue in his hand, all the while yawning, unimpressed by what he had seen so far, “Here I was thinking I would have a challenge.” he moaned with a cocky tone. Dantalion face quickly morphed into a smile, his arms crossed out as he began to separate, his bone and flesh shifting from each other’s form before finally splitting into two separate beings.
The newly created form darted forward, taking with it the blade as the later prepared to fire a Mouth Energy Wave, the Ki channeling through his muscles as a green mass began to form.
All the while Dantalion’s Second had already engaged the martial artist, a deep laughter echoing as it continued to swipe at the man with his blade clutched in hand, making no ground as the man laid on the defensive, a cocky smile fueling his rage as his attacks became more aggressive as time passed on, the blade tearing at the fabric but making no purchase through the skin. In a defiant attack, the blade was raised high, an agreed shriek echoing from his mouth as he plummeted the sword down towards the man's skull, only for it to be quickly held back by the man’s fist causing a slither of a crack through the blade, “Come now. Let’s have a good fight.” the man said as he slowly descended his hand down, bending the blade over as his free hand began to knock back Dantalion’s second, a quick succession of punches infused with latent blue Ki broke Dantalion apart, before being blocked by Dantalion’s after several minutes, a look of glee running over his face as he began to use brute force to overpower the man.
“Oh, this doesn't look too good.” the man mumbled under his breath, only serving to further intoxicate Dantalion’s second with joy as he exerted more and more force, bending down the free hand and forcing further forward the blade. With a fraction of a second the man began to circulate Ki throughout his body, tinges of yellow electricity forming around his body, “Explosive Wave!” he screamed aloud, followed by a spiraling shine of Blue Ki around him as quickly Dantalion’s second was knocked off of his feet falling into the snow with a thud as the man Turned to Dantalion, his eyes widened for a second as he raised a hand, a spiral of blue Ki forming around his hand as he fired it in return fire against the charging behemoths, “Oh no you don’t!” he screamed as he held his arm aloft, pulsating his Ki into it as finally, Dantalion released his Energy Mouth Wave, the heavy Ki smashing against the Blue Sphere only to quickly lose ground. For a few seconds, Dantalion pushed back, the Blue blast only a meter away from his face as he expelled everything he had.
Then came a saving Grace, Dantalion’s second rose up, its body weak and exhausted as it raised a single arm up, the Cleaver in hand as he swung it down, impacting against the shoulder as all the focus was lost for all of a few seconds as a wash of agony took its place. Only to be followed by an encompassing mass of Green Ki, smashing directly through his chest, Dantalion’s second narrowly avoiding it with a dodge to the left, crashing into a tree. Before watching the man’s chest dissipate into a mass of vaporized mess, blood dripping down as the man’s eyes dissipated into a white mass of lifeless energy.
For a few moments Dantalion sat there his breath heavy as Dantlion Second made his approach, knocking fists with the other as they quickly fused back together, his breath heavy as he turned to the family, the Garnet eyes no longer iridescent only a dull and red as he made his approach to Father, “Look Father. I have dealt with the Debt collectors.” he said with a twisted smile as he made for his room, the all too familiar sight of his broken bed as he fell down, the creaking of timber beneath his every step as he fell face first into the bed, the entirety of his room quivering under the pressure before finally adapting.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months, his envy ever so slightly returning as he found it more and more difficult to thrive. His parent’s never changed, their fear still beating in their hearts with every step the creature made, though not another attempt to find help was made.
As the day drew to an end he found he could no longer stand it, these people aspired to nothing, their house was cramped, the pet wouldn’t stop crying and Mother and Father always seemed distant, unreachable no matter what he tried. In the end, he walked out the front door, the wind of snow brushing against his skin, though as he left he heard one final utterance echoed from the Father.
“Ya know, Kami works in weird ways. Sending an Eight foot tall Demon monster to our lives to straighten us out…. Well, it really makes you wonder if he is genuinely trying to help us, or just is a big fucking Dickhead.” Father said, the last words Dantalion ever heard before hearing the door slam behind him, he was glad they at least aspired to fix that door.
From this, a Demon emerged, not some demon of legend no being of such power that strikes of energy formed around it, no trembling with each step, no a Demon came out, its horns crowning first as a guttural purr slowly emitted from beyond the veil then came a sharp symmetrical face came out from the purple spiral of light. Then came the mass of the beast its form standing well over six feet tall, his body bent sharply as a long-boned blade was held aloft in its hand. Its mouth slowly detached, the teeth rubbing against each other as his voice began to ring with a guttural growl as it emerged, looking left and right across the barren wastelands as it examined what it had pulled itself into, slowly sinking off into the snow leaving nothing more than a deep harsh footprint embedded deep into the snow.
For days the creature wandered its blade sliding along the ground as it wandered without purpose, without aim. He was unfamiliar with the land, a single envy running through its mind, Portal.... I need to leave... This dreary ass wasteland. No signs of life all but the scattering of trees from the neighbouring forest, he bought his hand up against the tree parting it with a swipe of his hand the tree falling with a moan as the lumber bent back and forth, before finally landing with a soft pat as the snow bounced up from its restful slumber.
A short giggle erupted from the beast as its body bobbed up and down, "So... there is something to do on this godforsaken rock after all. Good..." The beast grumbled it's a mass of putrid ooze forming with bubbles in its mouth before finally bending down, its eyes burning a bright red as it began its Bulletstorm of saliva. Missing the first tree leaving a furrowed ridge as its mouth bent back and forth filling up for another shot before loosening a smaller shot of ooze and toppling over the tree, then another, this pattern never to subside until a forest of broken trees laid patted against the snow, his teeth bending along into a wry smile.
"Well... It seems I have ran out of things to do...." he moaned, the sudden realization kicking in his actions too greedy, punished by the wonton destruction and now he was left alone to travel his sword caressing his leg as the only creature comfort he could afford.
Days turned to weeks as the beast went through the motions, wander, eat, sleep, wander, eat, sleep. The pattern rang for days never changing, unhindered or unaltered as he pressed forward, slithers of snow occasionally catching by, slipping into the small crevices that laced along his body, amounting a larger mass as he continued to push forward unnoticing until he became more akin to that of the Abominable Snowman then some Demon. As a new day dawned it went through the pattern, wander, eat then as sleep dawned upon him, his form slinking down creating a cavity in the snow a whistle almost invisible in the spectrum of noise, hastily the beast perked up, the snow pushing itself up as its garnet eyes illuminated through the snow that had blanketed his face.
With haste the creature moved, its form slinking back up as it began to move towards the whistle, it wasn’t the whistle of the blizzard that always seemed to adorn the tundra’s landscape, nor was it the whistle of any of the mostly deceased critters that at once had so boldly inhabited the scape.It was both familiar, yet distant, alien in nature as he began to prowl, its form creeping over the side of a mountain as it quickly realized where he had just returned to. The Planescape of broken trees that had once stood proudly upright, defiant to the ever blowing winds, his eyes snapped back and forth before narrowing in, its form quickly slinking down, forming a small dune of snow atop the edge of the mountain it had been peeking over.
“Well goshdarnit must be my lucky day, I told that women, as long as ya pray to Kami he would deliver.” the stunted man bellowed, snow brushing against his fur coat as his muscles began to perk up, his arms heaving around a log as slowly he began to backtrack, his legs pressing against the snow leaving an indent that was only to be engulfed by the log he dragged, “Like I always say, as long as your pray to Kami, screw your wife only for procreation and leave Sunday’s open for Prayer and football you will be rewarded.” the man continued to bellow before returning to his joyous tune, carving his way through the snow and into the torrent of silvery snow.
As the man dissipated the creature became visible in the mass of snow, its body jittering harshly as the snow was quickly tossed aside, allowing the being a sense of movement again as it rushed towards the leftover logs, its fingers interlocking as an audible crack ran as its neck bent back and forth in a motion similar to that of a bobblehead. Its arms bent slowly, quickly gathering the lumber as it began to mentally count, One… Two… Three… Four… it counted before looking over the rest, letting loose a shrug before following the trail of marked white.
A few minutes passed by, as the beast pressed through, the passing of snow clinging to his skin before finally coming into view, for once envy had been registered, for days he had been without it, not that he was complaining, but what he could complain about was the nothing, the almost abstract in its nature boredom that presented itself throughout the snow ridden lands. Slowly his vision looked up and down, the thickly built cabin only showing freckles of brown amongst the thick white that had adorned across its roof and porch. Slowly he made his approach, a greedy smile running across the bone rigid beast's face as made his approach, he could feel the absence of love here, the cries and screams echoing loudly from the house, bombastic noise rivaling even that of the winds of the north arises, and the hushed cries of a child echoed fervently throughout the building as he stood at the door.
His back bent low, resembling more of an embarrassing squat than that of a stand as he put the lumber underneath an arm, letting loose a harsh cough before raising a hand, cocking back before gently moving forward. Though a little too forward. The hand crunched against wood, his hand jutting through the thin wooden surface of the door his hand turning to open presenting an empty palm that turned into a wave as he heard the screams quieten down into a silent worry.
“Mom, Dad…. I’m home…” a sadistic voice echoed, the open-palmed hand quickly jutting back, pulling with it the door from its frame as he crouched, looking into the homestead with an almost glitter in its eyes. “So, what’s for dinner?” the monster inquired, a look of horror and shock running through the family as the man slowly slipped into the kitchen, grabbing a large metal knife from the drawer and holding it similar to that of a Claymore, both hands unnecessarily wielding it as his breath ran with a fervor. “Oh, does this mean I get to cut the Turkey this time?” Dantalion inquired, before the man rushed him with the knife, pressing it with as much force as he could muster against the skull, only for the metal to bend and quake before the skull as its face twisted and contorted, a sickened lipless smile as his head cocked to the side, his arms gripping around Father with an almost intense brutality.
“Dad, remember when you said we would go on vacation this year? I am really thinking about going down South this year, what do you think?” he said as he gave the man a hearty embrace, the mother screaming in terror as Dantalion felt the man’s heart pulse, in and out with no rhythm a frantic pace taking shape as he continued the tight embrace. “Anyway, I am going to bed now. Can’t wait to help you collect wood tomorrow.” Dantalion said as he picked the man up, a slow moving crouch as he placed the man on the couch, his body in a close to comatose state as Mother still screamed in horror, only for Dantalion to move in close, giving her a caring kiss on the forehead, which was more a mass of teeth pressing against her skull, something that showed as his maw left a slight depression in her head, though not enough to crack the skull, just bruise the skin.
As he pressed through he quickly moved along the halls, gently pressing his hand against the door, more careful than ever not to break it down, as he pressed it along he saw his bedroom, the floor littered with his toys, an assortment of cars and lego bricks scattered about, “I should really do what Dad tells me and clean my room up. Maybe tomorrow.” he said aloud as a frightened scream erupted from his bed, a small child no more than a few years old looked in abject horror at the beast that towered over him, “Oh no, what's wrong Seymour, did you have another night terror?” he said as slowly he moved over to his new pet, he had only gotten him a few months ago, or so he had thought, he was already manifesting a brand new world from the family of outliers, he knew fully well what he was doing, but he wanted a family and finally he had the chance. Slowly he moved over, the boy quickly scampering away, screaming for its mother and father to save him, hearing the rushing footsteps pressing along the bending timber as Father came back swinging, this time a second blade brandished as he rushed forward, jumping with a scream as he pressed the blades along the scales of Dantalion’s back, his body arching in a manner that prevented him from being impaled.
The boy rushed along, trying to slither beneath the creature’s legs before being quickly snatched up and into the creature’s embrace, his body pressed hard against his chest as he started to whisper sweet nothing’s into the child’s ear, “Shhhh… It’s okay Seymor, there is nothing to be afraid of. Not as long as you are in my embrace.” he said, his lips an inch away from the child’s ear as slowly he walked to his bed, the child frozen in place as his arms broke backwards, bending as his fingers coiled around Father’s chest, pulling him in front of him as his head cocked to the side, “Shhh Father, it's all okay now. Seymor was just having a night terror that's all, nothing to worry about.” he said with a hushed voice, his head still cocked as he carried Father beneath his meaty arms, slowly wandering through the corridors as he picked up mother in the other. For a few moments, he gathered the layout of the building before stumbling on the master bedroom, Father still struggling to break Dantalion’s grip as Mother screamed cries, wishing in vain for someone to save them. As he walked to the bed he dropped both Mother and Father, their feet scurrying for a few seconds before a loud and sharp crack echoed throughout the building, his meaty hand spread long and thin as he chopped at both their necks, a deep bruise forming as they both fell unconscious to the floor, before being picked up and placed gently to bed, “Good night mother.” he said with a gentle kiss, his meaty hand brushing her hair out from her face allowing her to breath, “Good night Father.” he said as he left the room, his mouth slowly descending onto a candle as he took in a deep inhale, before blowing out the light.
Slowly he creaked along the floor, moving back to his room as Seymor laid there, curled up, a heavy sob being heard as he walked to his bed, picking his pet up as he laid his body to rest on the bed, a sharp crack resounding throughout the room as Dantalion sighed, “Gonna need a new bed. Will ask Father to make me one tomorrow. For now…” he paused for a second, his hand coiling around Seymor as he put him onto his chest as he listened to the boy’s sobbing. “Good night Seymor,” he said as he inhaled a deep breath, releasing it through the room and extinguishing the single candle at the door.
“Boy… That nightmare…. It seemed so real….” the boy cried as he rubbed his cheeks, the dried tears being quickly rubbed away as he looked down, his eyes quickly widening as he let loose a high pitched scream, and quickly the bending of timber was heard again, the parent’s rushed to the room as the mother let loose another scream.
“Mother, ever since I got home all you have done is a scream. Is something a matter?” The beast enquired as a hand coiled along his pet’s chest picking him up and placing him down, giving a short pat on the head as he slowly stretched out, his leg brushing against the child as the boy quickly bent with ease as the creature yawned. “Come now, let us have Breakfast,” he said as he crouched down, staring daggers at Mother, iterating a single thing, I am now your child. Quickly the women shriveled up, hey eyes widened as her mouth finally opened without releasing a horrifying scream.
“Come Seymor…. Let us eat….” she sobbed, finally resigning to the beast’s odd demands. Slowly with a broken step, she took her step, looking at her husband who was nothing short of horrified as she moved in with a whisper, “Just go along with it… I have a plan.” she said with a twisted smile, her eyes narrowing before returning to her broken step.
As the family arrived Dantalion sat with his family, the familiar scent of Mother’s waffles being prepared over the stove, the sound of Father’s fingers brushing between the pages of the newspaper, Dantalion always wanted to know how he managed to get the paper all the way here in the City, but never asked, always too busy playing with his Pet Seymor who seemed to want to sleep in, keeping itself hidden in his room. “Father… My bed broke, I think it is about time we built a new one,” he said as he remained crouched in the room, the Father breaking into a panic as the Mother paused for a second, before returning to cooking the waffles.
“Umm… Ye… Yes, I am sure we can… Make a new one…”he responded, hesitation in his every breath as he quickly dug his head into the newspaper, terror running in his breath that he let loose with a rush.
Dantalion’s brow furrowed as he let loose a heavy breath, “Father… You seem distant… How in debt are we?” the creatures lipless face twisted into as best it could into a smile, though in truth it was nothing more than his jagged teeth bending a little.
The father paused for a second, lowering his paper down as his head tilted to the side, “I’m sorry. What did you say.” voice had not flushed through him, though the words could easily be twisted, no it was confusion, as slowly he came to the realization. This beast had inserted himself in and started to create a whole new world with his family as the catalyst for its sickening game.
“Father, I know your gambling has put us into financial trouble. That is why Mother has been screaming so aggressively since I got home.” the creature quivered, showing a false sense of fear as the Father responded.
The Father did nothing more than look with shocked confusion, turning to Mother as he looked for her help in the situation. Only responding with the rolling of hands, as he let loose a little cough, “Ummm… Son may we talk about this another time. We have to… Uhh.. Go… Go collect wood yes that is it. Once we finish breakfast we must go collect wood.” he asserted, letting loose another cough as he dug his head back into the newspaper as the Mother arrived, placing down a tray of waffles between the two before rushing back to the kitchen in hopes to get away.
Dantalion contemplated starting a conversation with Mother, but he knew how much she loved working in the Kitchen, and if he ever disturbed her, well… she was never impressed by it. As the last morsel of waffle was consumed Dantalion raised himself from his crouch, though only got to relieve his back for all of a few seconds as he returned back to his slump as his head bounced against the roof, a short grumble radiating from him as he took his leave of his Homestead and entered back into the unforgiving snowscape of the North.
After a few minutes Father walked out, a timid movement in his step, no longer whistling a tune but instead hiding his curses beneath the veil of billowing snow. A few minutes passed, an awkward silence developing between the two, “Father seems upset. Maybe I shouldn’t have confronted him about his Gambling Addiction.” the beast muttered quietly, knowing full well Father couldn’t hear him beneath the still billowing wail of the snowstorm.
As the minutes passed they finally arrived to the massacre of Barren Tree’s, father moving over to pick up a log, his muscles heaving as best they could as they grappled around one of the logs, pulling it behind him with as much strength as he could muster all the while Dantalion started to pick them up with great ease, One… Two… Three… Four… he counted mentally, picking them up before seeing father had already begun to heave it along, leaving the all too familiar imprint in the snow. Dantalion walked beside him, bending down to grip the log to assist Father as best he could, though in truth the stunted man clung for dear life as he heaved the log overhead, letting the man flop in the air as he made his own imprints, no trace of a log left in the snow as he made his way back to his Home.
As descended through the snowy gauntlet of a storm, something had happened in Dantalion’s absence, a mob of people aligned themselves in the Snow, their Arm Cannon’s at the ready as they prepared to ambush the beast that they had so lovingly decided to call, Abominable Snowman. As the man stressed about, holding onto the log he finally dropped away, his sight far more attuned to the environment of snow, taking note of the small fortifications that a dozen men had prepared for themselves. As he approached he saw for once Father have a smile on his face, darting towards his homestead, “It seems Father can smell your cooking mother. It always has put a smile on his face.” Dantalion grinned as slowly he made his way back to his Homestead, each imprint of the snow made inched closer a finger to the trigger.
Four steps, four more steps and he would have entered the sanctity of his Homestead, only to instead be hit by a flurry of energy and light from the left and right, his form shuddering for a second before quickly descending into the snow.
For a few seconds, a short-lived scream erupted from the mob of men, revealing themselves from their location at their apparent success. All the while, Dantalion had gotten to work, digging a deep cavernous hole around him, large enough to fit two of him, which is exactly what he planned to do.
For a few minutes, he sat there, his mind focusing as he felt his flesh and bone shifting molding as slowly it split from his form, in an instant a second Dantalion came into existence, looking up and down each other before giving a quick nod. Then the two beings darted across, splitting the earth beneath them as the horns bared through the snow, then came the thorns that darted down the length of his spine. Then emerged it in full, the beasts garnet eyes shining brightly down as for a split second, the men prepared their guns, their arms raised for a sliver of a second before his massive arms tore asunder with a single vertical stroke, slashing off the opposition's arms before listening to the tirade of screams of horror in unison as both the left and the right turned the pale snow crimson.
For a second his breath was heavy, both forms glaring daggers at Mother and Father before taking short steps towards them, the forms slowly shifting back together into one form as they advanced towards the couple, the Garnet eyes staring down as he came into full view, his posture straightened as he towered over them, in one hand his blade, while the clutched into a fist preparing to knock their blocks off.
Then came a sphere, a mass of Blue Ki spiralling towards Dantalion as he cried out in pain, turning to see the form come to vision, a Martial Artist, descending from the heaven in Crimson robes with a single Ornate Dragonball adorning the chest, “Now, is this all I can expect from the mighty Abominable Snowman?” the man inquired, forming another sphere of blue in his hand, all the while yawning, unimpressed by what he had seen so far, “Here I was thinking I would have a challenge.” he moaned with a cocky tone. Dantalion face quickly morphed into a smile, his arms crossed out as he began to separate, his bone and flesh shifting from each other’s form before finally splitting into two separate beings.
The newly created form darted forward, taking with it the blade as the later prepared to fire a Mouth Energy Wave, the Ki channeling through his muscles as a green mass began to form.
All the while Dantalion’s Second had already engaged the martial artist, a deep laughter echoing as it continued to swipe at the man with his blade clutched in hand, making no ground as the man laid on the defensive, a cocky smile fueling his rage as his attacks became more aggressive as time passed on, the blade tearing at the fabric but making no purchase through the skin. In a defiant attack, the blade was raised high, an agreed shriek echoing from his mouth as he plummeted the sword down towards the man's skull, only for it to be quickly held back by the man’s fist causing a slither of a crack through the blade, “Come now. Let’s have a good fight.” the man said as he slowly descended his hand down, bending the blade over as his free hand began to knock back Dantalion’s second, a quick succession of punches infused with latent blue Ki broke Dantalion apart, before being blocked by Dantalion’s after several minutes, a look of glee running over his face as he began to use brute force to overpower the man.
“Oh, this doesn't look too good.” the man mumbled under his breath, only serving to further intoxicate Dantalion’s second with joy as he exerted more and more force, bending down the free hand and forcing further forward the blade. With a fraction of a second the man began to circulate Ki throughout his body, tinges of yellow electricity forming around his body, “Explosive Wave!” he screamed aloud, followed by a spiraling shine of Blue Ki around him as quickly Dantalion’s second was knocked off of his feet falling into the snow with a thud as the man Turned to Dantalion, his eyes widened for a second as he raised a hand, a spiral of blue Ki forming around his hand as he fired it in return fire against the charging behemoths, “Oh no you don’t!” he screamed as he held his arm aloft, pulsating his Ki into it as finally, Dantalion released his Energy Mouth Wave, the heavy Ki smashing against the Blue Sphere only to quickly lose ground. For a few seconds, Dantalion pushed back, the Blue blast only a meter away from his face as he expelled everything he had.
Then came a saving Grace, Dantalion’s second rose up, its body weak and exhausted as it raised a single arm up, the Cleaver in hand as he swung it down, impacting against the shoulder as all the focus was lost for all of a few seconds as a wash of agony took its place. Only to be followed by an encompassing mass of Green Ki, smashing directly through his chest, Dantalion’s second narrowly avoiding it with a dodge to the left, crashing into a tree. Before watching the man’s chest dissipate into a mass of vaporized mess, blood dripping down as the man’s eyes dissipated into a white mass of lifeless energy.
For a few moments Dantalion sat there his breath heavy as Dantlion Second made his approach, knocking fists with the other as they quickly fused back together, his breath heavy as he turned to the family, the Garnet eyes no longer iridescent only a dull and red as he made his approach to Father, “Look Father. I have dealt with the Debt collectors.” he said with a twisted smile as he made for his room, the all too familiar sight of his broken bed as he fell down, the creaking of timber beneath his every step as he fell face first into the bed, the entirety of his room quivering under the pressure before finally adapting.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months, his envy ever so slightly returning as he found it more and more difficult to thrive. His parent’s never changed, their fear still beating in their hearts with every step the creature made, though not another attempt to find help was made.
As the day drew to an end he found he could no longer stand it, these people aspired to nothing, their house was cramped, the pet wouldn’t stop crying and Mother and Father always seemed distant, unreachable no matter what he tried. In the end, he walked out the front door, the wind of snow brushing against his skin, though as he left he heard one final utterance echoed from the Father.
“Ya know, Kami works in weird ways. Sending an Eight foot tall Demon monster to our lives to straighten us out…. Well, it really makes you wonder if he is genuinely trying to help us, or just is a big fucking Dickhead.” Father said, the last words Dantalion ever heard before hearing the door slam behind him, he was glad they at least aspired to fix that door.