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Baalbatos sighed as he sat in front of the ship's console. He rubbed his temples, trying to think. It was just so... hard. With a groan, he cast his eyes down to the floor beside him and they fell on the source of his frustration: that damned crate of furs! He was half tempted to open the hatch on his ship and throw them clear out and let the winds take them. And he almost did, except the demon controlled his anger. The thought of lost profits was enough to douse the flames of his fury. Zeni was precious, and he would not lose it on something such as furs.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. Perhaps he'd been doing this wrong. The people of the east did not need furs, not during summer. No, it was warm now. Only a fool would buy a fur this time of year. And, he cautioned, only a fool would try and sell them this time of year. But luckily for the demon, Earth was of quite the varied climate. If he looked hard enough, he would be able to find a place to sell his furs before long. And he had just the place in mind: the north.
Quickly, he tapped the coordinates into his ship's computers and initiated liftoff. Before long, the ship had lifted off and was hurtling towards the north of Earth, bound for North City. He stood and lifted the crate of furs, scurrying about. He had to prepare to open the store by the time they landed. He made for his store front and set the furs aside. He felt the ship land, rocking to a stop. Good, he thought, now was the time he could sell these furs. Hopefully, these northern folk had need of furs such as his.
With the press of a button, the ship unfolded and the storefront revealed itself. Baalbatos displayed the furs and stood outside the ship. He cupped his hands with his mouth and shouted, "Open for business! Baalbatos's Fine Furs!"
Cervez blinked and looked upward when he saw a spacecraft going what looked like northbound towards the North Capital, an eyebrow arching in curiosity at the energy signature he felt inside of that ship; it felt strangely demonic in some way, not to mention stronger than him by a great leap. Oh, he could close the gap really easy if he used 10% of his power, but he felt that it would still be a close call if he did it.
"Alright, my curiosity has been piqued, let's see what this Demon is doing out of his realm." Powering up slightly the Anubian followed the spacecraft's general direction and in no time at all, he saw it descend to the ground close to North City and unfold after a few silent minutes, as it did so Cervez saw a being with lilac colored skin, silver white hair and wearing a red cloak appear from it with... some sort of store?
Blinking twice to see if he was hallucinating because of the cold, the Anubian realized that no he wasn't; now what was he suppose to do-- He had followed the ship on the off-chance that the Demon was planning something devious in mind, but it seemed that his previous thoughts were unfounded and a little part of his mind called them uncalled for. It had been a long time since he had heard and seen a Demon before, all he knew about them was that they could be one of the most sadistic beings in existence.
"Baalbatos, eh?" At least he had a name to address the Demon before him now, but his previous mental question was still left unanswered: what should he do now that he was here? Chitchat with the Demon? "Well, I have nothing better to do now that I'm here." Shrugging his shoulders the Anubian descended to the ground, his boots silently touching the ground close to the store manned by the Demon that struck his interest. "Greetings." He approached the male with as amicably as he could; weaving and side-stepping from the humans that grew curious at this new store and wanted to see what it had to offer.
"My name is Cervez, it's nice to make your acquaintances. Baalbatos, wasn't it?" Looking around the store and spotting the myriad of furs and cloaks hanging around he couldn't help but be impressed by what he saw. "Lovely store you've got there." Looking back at the Demon male he noticed the pointed ears and his silver eyes, the color almost so dull that he couldn't spot the iris or the pupil.
Suddenly, an energy pinged against his mind. Baalbatos's eyes narrowed as he felt it. Far too strong to be an average human, he thought. Baalbatos's eye swiveled around, looking for the source of the energy, but he'd not have to look far: it came to him instead. The source of the energy spoke and Baalbatos started. His eyes jumped to the source of the energy and the first thought that came into his head was: 'Oh, Weiser'. But no, that was not quite right. This man was not Weiser. The energy did not feel the same, and he was far too muscular to be Weiser. But, perhaps he was of blood with the jackal man. Weiser had spoken of his kind before...
Baalbatos flashed the man a smile, and gave him a small courtesy bow. "Hello, Cervez," said the demon, "Indeed, I do go by Baalbatos. And, I assure you, the pleasure is mine. And I thank you for the complement! I try to keep a nice place in order, I really do."
Baalbatos paused for a moment, observing the man. Yes, he thought, he was definitely of the same people as Weiser. The features... They were too similar for them not to be. Grand, he thought, he'd wanted to meet another. Weiser had been pleasant, but their encounter had only made Baalbatos more curious. Now, he thought, how to approach the subject without making it sound weird?
"So," continued the demon, "I don't suppose I could interest you in some furs, could I? I imagine it must be cold. I don't see to many of your people running about the north."
No, he thought, the last time he had met one of these jackal folks, it had been in the harsh wastes of the west. A far cry from the north, remarked the demon.
"It shows, that's for sure." The purple-furred being said, stepping back slightly as an eager customer almost stepped onto his foot in their determined gait to review what was on offer in the shop. "As you see, they seem particularly zealous in what they see." He could feel Baalbatos' eyes examining his form, perhaps because of his current attire? It wasn't every day you'd seen a jackal humanoid top-bare walking around the frosted lands of the North, or perhaps the demon recognized him from somewhere?
At the question, the Abunian shook his head. "I'm fine, but I guess perusing them shouldn't be too bad, I might take you on that offer." He could always just raise his Ki to stay warm that way, it would tire him out for extended periods of time but it would suffice for now. Tall ears twitching slightly, Cervez regarded the demon with a curious expression. "When you say my people... what did you mean?" Was it possible that there were other Anubians roaming around somewhere? If that was the case he'd be delighted to meet more of his kind and see what they were up to.
Baalbatos grinned. Yes, he thought, the people of the north would go crazy for furs. Just as he had hoped. Zeni, he thought, zeni falling into his lap like so many droplets of rain. He wanted to swim in it. But his ears perked up as he said the man would eye his furs. "Ah, excellent," said the demon, "I've this fur from a desert beast that I think would suit you very-"
And there it was, the question about what Baalbatos meant. Baalbatos gave him a wider smile, and set the fur aside. "Ah," said Baalbatos, "I simply meant your race of people, like I am a demon. No, you look like a man I met not too long ago. His name was Weiser, and he explained a little about your race to me. That is, assuming I'm correct in guessing you're not one of the Earthling beastmen. If you are, I'm quite sorry."
"To be quite honest with you, Baalbatos," Cervez looked at the demon with a serious expression. "When I saw your ship flying off into the distance and felt your Ki inside, I detected your energy and with it the faint traces that meant you were of demonic descent, it was so faint I almost didn't catch it; but regardless at first I followed you here because I thought you had bad intentions in mind." He carefully didn't voice the fact that even if Baalbatos did he would have perhaps helped the demon along with his schemes; were normally was chaos its brother destruction was sure to follow after all.
"Please, forgive me for my rude assessment. It's been so long since I had any sort of contact with anything that I'm unsure if times has changed." Shrugging his shoulders the Anubian focused on their current conversation, making sure to store the name "Weisser" at the back of his mind to analyze later. "Considering the name, I'm fairly certain that this Weisser is just like me; an Anubian."
Tilting his head slightly the Anubian regarded the demonic male with his full attention. "By any chance, do you know where he is right now? I'd like to meet him." Cervez said before another thought struck him. "By the way, how much did he explained to you on what we do?"
As he waited for a reply Cervez amused himself by checking the texture of a fur-coat beside him, humming under his breath as his hand skimmed over its surface, it was silky and smooth to the count and quite warm; perfect for such a climate quite like this. "Did you made this yourself? They appear to be made of high quality." It as too bad that he didn't really have much money on his person otherwise he wouldn't mind buying one of this, it wasn't that he desperately needed it but at least would serve its purpose for comfort more than a need to wear clothes.
He had to stare down a passing matron when she almost tried to bowl him over to reach a particular set of fur coats that were close to him, the lady started at the look she was given but amicably decided to take the 'long' path around to not disturb Cervez. 'Still got it.' Cervez thought to himself with the ghost of a smile curving across his muzzle.
How amusing, thought the demon. It seemed as if the jackal man had thought he might have had poor intentions. He could scarcely blame the jackal man. No, Baalbatos knew his own kind and he knew what was typical of them. No, the jackal man would only be playing it safe he were to pursue someone of demonic nature. Or... descent as he put. If only he knew that Baalbatos was of no descent at all. The demon had been born of the dark energies of the demon realm. He had no ancestry, like that of a regular man.
"It's no trouble at all, friend," said the demon, "The world is a dangerous place. You're right to be wary. Better safe than sorry, to say the least."
And the jackal man went on to name his people: the Anubians. Interesting, thought Baalbatos. He would have to do some research on them, if his time permitted. For now, however, he was focused on the art of business. Briefly, he broke away from the man to tend to a customer, holding his finger up as if to say 'one moment'. In a second, he was back with the Anubian and back to discussing matters.
"I'm sorry to say, I don't know where he is. When we parted ways, he did not inform me of where he was bound for," explained the demon, "Nor did he explain what you 'do'."
Baalbatos had to admit. He was curious now. What exactly did these folks do?
"And no," said Baalbatos, "I do not make these myself. I've an... associate, who procures these for me."
The Anubian was relieved that Baalbatos didn't find any offense to his way of thinking, because if he did and they suddenly came to blows he wasn't sure that he would have been able to take on the demon without going about twenty percent of his true power. Perhaps even going for seventy-five percent if the situation looked grim enough for him.
Merely nodding as Baalbatos went off to attend to a customer for a short time, he used that small reprieve to put his thoughts in order before the demonic male came back in no time at all. "Ah, that's too bad; perhaps I can catch up with him some other time." It was disappointing that Baalbatos didn't know the location of Weisser but not the end of the world that he didn't. He'd just have to have his ears wide open and look carefully and sure enough, he'd find his fellow Anubian soon enough.
"Us Anubians..." Cervez paused momentarily but picked quickly where he left off after a bit of thinking. "Our job is to maintain the Balance; where there is light there is darkness; where there is chaos there is peace and everything in between that cannot coexist without the other." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to regard the demon with his full attention, the previous object of his attention left forgotten for now. "Our particular job is to destroy so something new can bloom. We are the Destroyers, and the Kaioshins are the Creators."
Narrowing his eyes he made sure to explain this very thoroughly, thankful that the humans were too busy perusing the store to pay attention to their conversation. "I cannot speak for all Anubians, but I don't take pleasure in the fact that perhaps million of lives would have to vanish in the wake of my destruction, but it is my job; a station that the Balance saw fit to give us Anubians and I will respect that." He sincerely hoped that he wouldn't turn into a monster that loved causing destruction everywhere he went, but as he knew things could change after all; all he could do was hope for the best.
The Anubian went on to explain their place in the universe, what they do. And apparently, they keep the balance. He spoke of light and darkness, chaos and order, and how things could not exist without the other. Well, thought Baalbatos, the whole idea of 'balance' was all well and good, though he was not quite sure if he believed in it. It felt like some kind of strange, naive philosophy to the demon. The concept of balance was, in his opinion, outdated. But he'd not say as much to the Anubian, for fear of offending the man. Instead, he politely listened as the man continued.
They were beings of destruction, said the Anubian, counterparts to the Kais who were being of creation. Ah, thought Baalbatos, now there was something that interested him. The very fact that there was a race dedicated to the destruction of various things amused Baalbatos. It seemed that the universe had truly thought of everything when it came to be. It had even programmed its own death, like a human cell, in the form of these Anubians. How quaint, he thought.
"Ah, I see," said the demon, "Your race must carry quite the burden, then."
The Anubian continued, citing his own hesitancy. Ah, thought the lilac skinned demon, someone has regrets. They all did, but he found it almost kind of funny that such hesitancy could be felt when living out one's own purpose.
"Hmm," hummed the demon, "I see. Thank you for explaining, friend. Your race are truly an interesting people. To be born for a sole purpose, and that purpose being destruction... How very interesting, indeed."
Baalbatos frowned. "Though you don't sound so sure, at least in my mind," continued the demon, "You speak of respect for the universe placing this upon you, but I have to ask: what do you want? You are the master of your own fate. Have you even considered just... walking away?"
"You could say that," Cervez said after a pause. "As I said before, I cannot speak for everyone but to an outsider's point of view, it is a great burden to have on your shoulders. It might actually break a lesser being with the knowledge that they'd have to kill and destroy millions of lives just so the cycle can begin anew." Luckily for him, he wasn't most people, and hopefully, the toll will never be enough to weight him down.
He merely rose a brow at the demon's outlook, he almost believed for certain that the Demon would call his race nothing but barbarians and heathens that only wanted to cause chaos and murder at their backs, but then he realized belatedly who he was talking to and an ounce of shame crawled down his back before he brushed it off.
At the question the Anubian was thrown for a second, blinking as he tried to work some sort of reply. "What I want?" He had not thought of asking himself that question before, or if he did then it was so long ago that he couldn't remember anymore. After a small silence, he'd finally have an answer for the demon. "I have considered so, yes." He hedged for a bit before adding. "But no matter how hard you try, it will always linger in the back of your mind, the duty that was placed upon you so that the world shall continue to bloom and prosper. But believe me, when I say, the Balance must always be kept otherwise the world would cease to exist; for there cannot be one without the other." It sounded ominous but it was the truth, even if he didn't like his job he'd always try to keep the Balance in check just to have the world continue to exist.
He looked to the side for a moment, not really focusing on anything in particular. "Perhaps when my job is no longer needed I shall return either from whence I came or live a normal life wherever until the Balance deems it fit for my job to be required once again."
Would it break a lesser being? Baalbatos was not quite sure of that. Then again, he could not say for certain. The lilac skinned demon did not consider himself a lesser being, not by any means. Baalbatos paused a moment to consider destruction on a planetary or even galactic scale. Baalbatos tapped his fingers against the table. Yes, he thought, the logistics of it were interesting. Already, he was considering the effects it would have on the galactic community at large. Trade would be in shambles. Diplomacy would be shattered, thrown to the wind. It was like a doomsday scenario, at least in his mind. He did not want to imagine it any longer. He was not a squeamish man by any means, but the far reaching effects of it would be a headache and a half.
Once again, the man went back to balance. How very interesting, indeed. To be so dedicated to a cause, to believe in such things. It was the mark of a strong will. Were all Anubians like this? He thought back to his first encounter with Weiser, the Anubian who he knew before he knew the Anubians. But, that man had lost his memories... It would be hard to judge them by that.
"I see," muttered Baalbatos, "I suppose that answers that. I thank you, but I've another question if you don't mind. Tell me, how do you decide exactly what to destory? You speak of balance. Is there some greater power guiding you, or is it a personal judgement?"
Cervez stood silently for a moment and went back to peruse the choice of fur cloaks laying around, giving the aristocrat looking demon time to digest the information given to him. It was a lot to take in it was for sure, especially the knowledge about beings of Destruction and Creation just lurking in the shadows or around the corner ready to do their jobs to the best of their ability.
At the back of his mind, he wondered if he would ever come across one of the Kais, especially if he started to destroy stuff; would they attempt to stop him or would they let him be as he continued the cycle of Creation and Destruction? He couldn't be sure, only time will tell or so the saying goes.
He came back to with Baalbatos asking him a particular question. "I would say it is a bit of both," Cervez intoned. "But I'm inclining to believe that most of it are because of personal judgment. For example, let's say there's a planet that's already so drained and devoid of life that just leaving it there wouldn't be any gain if I destroyed it then from the ashes something else would regrow anew into the universe."
Looking at the male over his shoulder he made sure to be specific with what he said next. "Though that doesn't mean that I wouldn't be inclined to destroy a place filled with life, like the Earth, for example, sometimes there's the need to put to rest someone or something that has lived for so long so it can finally lay at peace."
A far-off memory floated at the back of his mind, almost like some sort of scattered dream missing the crucial pieces of a puzzle, he narrowed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on it but it disappeared like a mirage before he could grasp it. Deciding that it wasn't important he brushed the strange thought aside.
"So," began Baalbatos, "Would you say that your kind ever makes mistakes?" Baalbatos titled his head and looked at the man. He seemed mortal enough. Which was interesting, given that he half expected such beings to be anything but mortal. No, he expected them to be more akin to the shinjin, the beings whom the man claimed that they were the counterparts of.
"Sorry," continued the lilac skinned demon, "But it seems to me that you and your kind live and think like any other being of our worlds. Surely, you must err as the rest of us do. And it seems like your mistakes are even more... fatal than the rest of ours."
The demon shrugged. "Or perhaps I'm wrong," he suggested, "It is your business after all, you're the experts and all that fun stuff. I just wonder how you can be sure of something like that, is all."
Blinking at the question being lay before him, the dark-skinned being felt thrown for just a second as he tried to articulate a good response to that. "Every being can make mistakes sometimes. Even though we are the personification of Destruction and almost akin to Gods doesn't mean we're not flawed." He said slowly like he was trying to make Baalbatos understand perfectly the concept he was trying to imply.
"That they are," The Anubian agreed with a solemn nod, eyes looking anywhere but at the demon before him. "Like I said, it doesn't matter if you're of godhood or what have you, everyone has the same will of thinking and reasoning; doesn't mean they won't make mistakes every once in a while." Taking a deep breath as he tried to control his turbulent emotions less it shows on his features, he turned back to the lilac-skinned being with a neutral expression.
"We just know when the Balance wants us to do our jobs, it doesn't matter if it is wrong or not, we abide by its rules to make sure the universe will always maintain the Balance." Crossing his arms over his chest, the Anubian sighed through his nose silently. "That said," He rose a brow next as he asked a question. "How's your shop doing?" He hasn't been paying that much attention to the customers or anyone in particular besides the fur cloaks and Baalbatos.
Very true indeed, thought the lilac skinned demon and he gazed at the jackal man once more. Even he made mistakes once in awhile, though he liked to think that his own mistakes were just benefits waiting to happen. At least his mistakes did not cause the end of worlds or bring about apocalypse like scenarios. At least not yet. Perhaps, in time, people would live and die by the millions and by his orders. Yes, he thought, that was the dream.
"I see," said Baalbatos, "Thank you, Cervez, for explaining this to me. I think I understand now, your people a little bit better. It's truly fascinating. This... Balance, as you put it, it sounds like quite the interesting force."
Baalbatos nodded and looked about his store. It seemed he had some business after all. Good, he thought, he needed to dump these furs on someone. "I think it's doing well, friend," said the demon, "Pardon me, I think I should tend my customers."
Quickly, he snatched up a fur and tossed it to Cervez. "Here," he said, "A gift, and a thank you for indulging my questions this whole time. I'd quite like to meet again, friend. Perhaps you could join an associate of mine and myself for dinner some night."
And with that, Baalbatos offered the man a small bow and made off to deal with the various customers around him.
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