Post by Heizen on Apr 21, 2017 2:08:51 GMT -5
[Heizen's Base PL w/ Heavy Weights = 16,347 out of 65388]
Heizen emerged from the portal back in his normal base state. The words that Malokai had spoke made him angry. "I kept it in safe keeping with one of my own,” he had said. One of his clan members had betrayed him in favor of their former master. They had betrayed him and he would make them suffer for that. "I freed them from their chains. I gave them free will to go about their business in my absence. And yet I was still betrayed," Heizen reflected to himself in his rage. His red-eyes bulging with fury and his dark-blue ki swelling up inside of him. Lifting off the ground - Heizen flew straight from his position toward the location of his former master's home. The Mansion he would burn to the ground after he littered it with wretched corpses. He scanned the power level's ahead. It seems they had made some... small progress since he had been gone. But it wouldn't matter. Even in this suppressed state of his Heizen was more than enough to kill the lot of them. "You liberate them, give them independence, and they spit on it. They are like sheep without a shepherd. You let them go off their formations and they think they can just completely run off... clearly mistake was spoiling them," Heizen thought to himself. He also thought back to his time with Suusao in the cave. He had spoke of a rule against killing his own kind.
That rule was clearly foolish. The boy had taught him that in that cave. Now he very well could be his main rival in all of his machinations, all of his future schemes. And all because the Demon decided to have a simple rule. Because he believed in some sense of honor in himself. But it was time for him to start becoming the beast everyone saw him as. To become the monster in their nightmares. When he claimed Earth it was clear that he needed to rule it through fear. For that was the only language these pointless creatures understood. He would start with the demons who were ruled by him. The few who were lucky enough to survive this onslaught would earn a place by his side. The ones who didn't.. well they would join their beloved master in hell.
Heizen arrived at the compound - appearing in front of the two dozen masses of people from Clan Gaknor. They all looked at him wide-eyed in wonder. They could feel that his power level had doubled since his departure, and noticing the cuffs... they knew he had doubled his power alone in just his suppressed state. His full power was something much more terrifying. Their own power levels had increased by meager levels. The fodder had at least managed to reach a power level of one-thousand. Which meant they were slightly stronger than garbage. The real warriors such as Thanas and Seid had managed to at least reach five-thousand which was comparatively more impressive. But there was one who truly caught his eye. The two monsters staring at him with all the courage in the world. Each of their power levels were fifteen thousand. They were Malokai's most elite pets. Pure monsters born and made for killing. They were non-sentient. They simply fought to kill. Fought to eat. They might prove to be difficult. Though the Demon also recalled that they weren't very smart. "L-Lord Heizen," the fodder called out to him in unison in response to his presence. He descended his flight, his feet lightly touching the floor of the mansion courtyard. "Hello, my not-so-loyal subjects," he replied calmly with a smile.
The black Demon stared at all of them with ire, with contempt. His smile was but a facade to make himself appear perfectly fine. That he was just playing games. And in a way he was. "What do you mean, my Lord? We are loyal," one of them called to him in confusion. "You lot seem to have been enjoying yourselves without me here. No doubt at least one of you thought I would never return...," he cooed with boiling anger. "Was it not enough that I gave you lot freedom? That I granted you free will to enjoy yourselves in my absence? And all you needed to do was be loyal! To stand by me!"
"I don't understand, we followed every command you gave."
"THEN WHY WAS MALOKAI STILL ALIVE!?" he roared back at the random face, the random voice.
They were a congregation of fools, of liars. "He was on Earth. One of you helped his consciousness transfer into a metal shell on Earth! One of you conspired with him to kill me!" he hissed with widened eyes.
"AND SO WHAT IF I DID!?" Greyjoy roared. He was Malokai's right-hand man. It all began to make sense to the Jackal Demon now. "So. It was you - Greyjoy," he turned with a pointed, icy stare. "You weren't our leader! You had no business ordering us around in the first place. And you still don't," he said, his expression challenging the Jackal Demon's leadership. It was obvious to Heizen that he had been instructing them during his absence. His power had risen considerably (relative to the other sheep, at least). The Grey-skinned demon blitzed Heizen, appearing behind him and launching a kick in his back. Heizen fell face-first into the ground.
Truthfully he could have easily evaded the attack. But he was playing the long-game. "Gah!" he muttered from the pain, though it hadn't hurt that much. He slowly got up to his feet. "You've... gotten stronger, Greyjoy," he stated plainly for the Demon. "Your rule has come to an end Heizen. As short and despicable as it was...," he boasted. He certainly had a right to boast. His power level was only a short amount lower than his own, at least in this reserved state of being. "Then perhaps you'd like to find out for sure in a duel?" he said with a wicked smile. Greyjoy stared at him trying to figure out his end-game. His purpose.
He could not. And so he accepted like the fool he was. "I'll erase you, usurper," he boasted yet again. The two flew up above the mansion where the rest of them would watch them commence from below. A battle in the skies. Heizen was ready for him. Compared to some of his other battles - this would be a piece of cake. He made no moves. He would let Greyjoy come to him. Heizen chuckled as he sidestepped the incoming warrior as he rushed to land a over dramatic punch on the black Demon.
Such a broad, forceful attack was easy to see coming. "Almost buddy," he muttered with a chuckle. Greyjoy rushed at him again - this time trying to launch a kick into his stomach. Heizen easily maneuvered away from him to the other side this time. It was a game of "catch the Demon". Because to him - this was all basically a game. The grey-skinned demon grunted in annoyance. He was not amused by this at all. "Fight me you coward!" he challenged him. "But I am. It'll end way too fast if I attack now," he taunted him once again. Though it was very much true. The grey skinned demon clenched his teeth, his fists tightening as his anger continued to build up. He was so close to making a mistake. Heizen just needed to keep pushing him.
Greyjoy rushed at him once more, this time with a full on barrage of jab punches and weak kicks in an attempt to overwhelm the Demon and land a few. But Heizen was ready. This time he wasn't going to dodge. Raising his forearms and his knees Heizen blocked each punch, each kick that came flying his way with swift precision. Small shockwaves rang out from the collision of force though he was an immoveable object that Greyjoy just couldn't shake. Their powers were closer, Heizen being a bit higher. It didn't make sense for him to have such an advantage. How was he avoiding damage? The honest truth was:
Heizen was a fighter. Greyjoy wasn't. Heizen had spent all of his time fighting opponents as strong or even stronger than him while on Earth. He had seen real power. Even in his suppressed state he was far more dangerous than any of them. Than all of them. "Maybe try attacking me with your ki," he suggested with a grin. Greyjoy was fuming. Heizen could feel his power rising, as he channeled all of his power from the Demon Realm. His full power. Heizen felt obliged to also raise his power in honor of it. Their power levels in his reserved state were nearly identical. Only experience seemed to explain their gap. His power level had been twelve thousand compared to Heizen's sixteen with his heavy weight inhibitors. But as they raised their powers the gap in power widened. Thirty-six thousand versus nearly fifty-thousand was a much bigger gap after all.
"For our freedom!" he cried out as he fired a barrage of energy blasts meant to overwhelm Heizen entirely. But with a single hand Heizen unleashed a Makyo Powered Fireball channelling the entirety of Demon Realm in it, siphoning its power to overwhelm Greyjoy. Absorbing the energy Greyjoy released with ease- the rebellious demon soon found himself overwhelmed in hellfire. Heizen had held back on the attack - purposely allowing him to enjoy the flames burning him as the Demon ripped him apart. The minions below watched in terror as Greyjoy felt his body burning all over, screaming in pain as he tried to attack Heizen and take him down with him. Once again using pointless attacks, Heizen was able to dodge. Albeit due to overdoing it with that last attack - Heizen admittedly had a higher difficulty dodging. He had put a decent amount of ki in that fireball. The next punch Greyjoy threw was just as useless as the previous. It was all meaningless.
Eventually the flames died out. They were made of ki and hellfire, but they were usually meant to kill their target by a certain duration before fading from existence. Heizen chuckled however. Greyjoy was burnt badly. He was already nearly dead. He was fighting with sheer will power. "Enjoy my new attack?" he asked with a chuckle, though it was rhetorical. Greyjoy attacked him once more, but this time Heizen didn't dodge. He didn't block. He let the punch hit him. "Just tell me one thing... Greyjoy," he began as the smile faded from his face. His expression became more stoic.
"Why?" he asked with a clear voice.
"Because I hate you...," he coughed.
Heizen wanted to ask why. He wanted to know what he had done. But in truth he already knew the answer. He hated him because he was him. He hated Heizen for merely existing. Just like the mortals on Earth. Just like Suusao. Just like just about everyone he had ever encountered in his short existence. Heizen was done. He was done asking. He was done caring about what he did and why he was viewed a certain way. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore.
He reached his hand right on through the grey-skinned demon's chest, digging deep into him as he felt his heart in his hand. Greyjoy groaned loudly in agony as he felt Heizen pierce his skin with ease. "Now... you can go to hell for all I care...," he whispered, his tone low and menacing. Heizen pulled out the black heart roughly and with ease, feeling its beat stop in his hand as the wet blood stained his hand. The lifeless body of the demon would fall to the ground with a loud crash, followed by the heart which crushed itself upon impact. The other demons looked up at him with fear, with anger, and then with vicious hatred. They wanted him dead for what he did. "Don't you lot worry," Heizen joked, as a brief toothy smirk found itself on his face once more.
"You're all joining him shortly anyway...," Heizen said. He wasn't kidding. His face turned stoic once more, as he appeared instantly in front of two of the lower demons with their pathetic power levels. He swiped with his hands in a knife-like chopping motion outward, sending two heads rolling on the floor without any warning. There were only ten of them to kill. He already knew who he was going to spare from the incoming massacre. Thanas and Seid tried to jump him in defense of themselves, and so he evaded their attacks with ease. He appeared on their side. They were blind to the two chops to the neck that sent them to sleep instantly.
"Guys.. are you sure this is a good idea.. he still has the inhibitors on!"
"Don't worry. He's at seventy-five percent only with those on... he's not that much stronger without them...," one of them reasoned.
"Actually - they were adjusted during my time on Earth. I'm actually at twenty-five percent," he whispered while chuckling. He shoved both of their heads together so hard they meshed together like broken coconuts.
"Let the beasts loose! We need all the help we can get!" Sylva ordered. And with that they released the chains on the two beasts of Malokai's. The two savage beasts. The pets that they used to eliminate those who had opposed him. He hated those things. So he was happy to get rid of them. With a swipe of his fingers, Heizen unleashed a wide explosion- wiping them both from the map entirely. He had gotten bettered at discharging his ki and using it to blow up his surroundings. Their ace was gone. Their leaders were gone. It was just Heizen and the five who remained. They were in the middle-tier of their ranks. Each of their power levels roughly around five-thousand. Truly they would have been nice to have around. But he didn't need them anymore.
He didn't need any of them anymore truly. He was freeing himself from them forever. As they all blind-sided him from five different angles - Heizen stood there as he took the onslaught of attacks. He did nothing to move as he took the attacks head on. As he felt them inflict bodily harm on him, he felt nothing but pure relief. A pure ecstatic rush that excited him inside. Once they got it out of their systems - Heizen grabbed the closest one and kneed him in the stomach with enough force to open him up like a faucet. The next one attacked him from behind with an axe - but it broke against his body as he prepared his defenses. Reaching from behind him- Heizen snared the man's neck with his arm and snapped it without a thought. The next one in front of him got off easy - he received a head trauma so intense from Heizen's fist he just knocked out. He would suffocate unconscious in the dirt of the now destroyed palace.
And so there were two. "Come on, my Lord... we didn't do anything wrong!" Sylva cried out. In cowardice. Sylva had been a paramour of his in their shared camaraderie among Malokai. "I'll do anything!" she cried out again. But he couldn't listen. He couldn't hear her anymore, as he decapitated the other one with his hand without a thought. She was already blocked out. "You already missed your chance to do something. All you had to do was stand by me... and you didn't," he muttered quietly, before grabbing her by the neck and squeezing it with an iron grip. He felt her body turn lifeless in his grasp. With her dying breath was the end of an era of a Tyrant. A clan abused for decades under a sniveling, weak coward. And with that he too was finally free. He left only two alive. Thanas and Seid had stood by him when he first attacked Malokai. They had fought with him against Akira. They got a second chance. If they sought him out he would bring them back into the fold. The rest could go to hell for all he cared. And with that day they had forever.
[TWC: 2725]
[Heavy Weights Bonus and Power Level PLZ]
Heizen emerged from the portal back in his normal base state. The words that Malokai had spoke made him angry. "I kept it in safe keeping with one of my own,” he had said. One of his clan members had betrayed him in favor of their former master. They had betrayed him and he would make them suffer for that. "I freed them from their chains. I gave them free will to go about their business in my absence. And yet I was still betrayed," Heizen reflected to himself in his rage. His red-eyes bulging with fury and his dark-blue ki swelling up inside of him. Lifting off the ground - Heizen flew straight from his position toward the location of his former master's home. The Mansion he would burn to the ground after he littered it with wretched corpses. He scanned the power level's ahead. It seems they had made some... small progress since he had been gone. But it wouldn't matter. Even in this suppressed state of his Heizen was more than enough to kill the lot of them. "You liberate them, give them independence, and they spit on it. They are like sheep without a shepherd. You let them go off their formations and they think they can just completely run off... clearly mistake was spoiling them," Heizen thought to himself. He also thought back to his time with Suusao in the cave. He had spoke of a rule against killing his own kind.
That rule was clearly foolish. The boy had taught him that in that cave. Now he very well could be his main rival in all of his machinations, all of his future schemes. And all because the Demon decided to have a simple rule. Because he believed in some sense of honor in himself. But it was time for him to start becoming the beast everyone saw him as. To become the monster in their nightmares. When he claimed Earth it was clear that he needed to rule it through fear. For that was the only language these pointless creatures understood. He would start with the demons who were ruled by him. The few who were lucky enough to survive this onslaught would earn a place by his side. The ones who didn't.. well they would join their beloved master in hell.
Heizen arrived at the compound - appearing in front of the two dozen masses of people from Clan Gaknor. They all looked at him wide-eyed in wonder. They could feel that his power level had doubled since his departure, and noticing the cuffs... they knew he had doubled his power alone in just his suppressed state. His full power was something much more terrifying. Their own power levels had increased by meager levels. The fodder had at least managed to reach a power level of one-thousand. Which meant they were slightly stronger than garbage. The real warriors such as Thanas and Seid had managed to at least reach five-thousand which was comparatively more impressive. But there was one who truly caught his eye. The two monsters staring at him with all the courage in the world. Each of their power levels were fifteen thousand. They were Malokai's most elite pets. Pure monsters born and made for killing. They were non-sentient. They simply fought to kill. Fought to eat. They might prove to be difficult. Though the Demon also recalled that they weren't very smart. "L-Lord Heizen," the fodder called out to him in unison in response to his presence. He descended his flight, his feet lightly touching the floor of the mansion courtyard. "Hello, my not-so-loyal subjects," he replied calmly with a smile.
The black Demon stared at all of them with ire, with contempt. His smile was but a facade to make himself appear perfectly fine. That he was just playing games. And in a way he was. "What do you mean, my Lord? We are loyal," one of them called to him in confusion. "You lot seem to have been enjoying yourselves without me here. No doubt at least one of you thought I would never return...," he cooed with boiling anger. "Was it not enough that I gave you lot freedom? That I granted you free will to enjoy yourselves in my absence? And all you needed to do was be loyal! To stand by me!"
"I don't understand, we followed every command you gave."
"THEN WHY WAS MALOKAI STILL ALIVE!?" he roared back at the random face, the random voice.
They were a congregation of fools, of liars. "He was on Earth. One of you helped his consciousness transfer into a metal shell on Earth! One of you conspired with him to kill me!" he hissed with widened eyes.
"AND SO WHAT IF I DID!?" Greyjoy roared. He was Malokai's right-hand man. It all began to make sense to the Jackal Demon now. "So. It was you - Greyjoy," he turned with a pointed, icy stare. "You weren't our leader! You had no business ordering us around in the first place. And you still don't," he said, his expression challenging the Jackal Demon's leadership. It was obvious to Heizen that he had been instructing them during his absence. His power had risen considerably (relative to the other sheep, at least). The Grey-skinned demon blitzed Heizen, appearing behind him and launching a kick in his back. Heizen fell face-first into the ground.
Truthfully he could have easily evaded the attack. But he was playing the long-game. "Gah!" he muttered from the pain, though it hadn't hurt that much. He slowly got up to his feet. "You've... gotten stronger, Greyjoy," he stated plainly for the Demon. "Your rule has come to an end Heizen. As short and despicable as it was...," he boasted. He certainly had a right to boast. His power level was only a short amount lower than his own, at least in this reserved state of being. "Then perhaps you'd like to find out for sure in a duel?" he said with a wicked smile. Greyjoy stared at him trying to figure out his end-game. His purpose.
He could not. And so he accepted like the fool he was. "I'll erase you, usurper," he boasted yet again. The two flew up above the mansion where the rest of them would watch them commence from below. A battle in the skies. Heizen was ready for him. Compared to some of his other battles - this would be a piece of cake. He made no moves. He would let Greyjoy come to him. Heizen chuckled as he sidestepped the incoming warrior as he rushed to land a over dramatic punch on the black Demon.
Such a broad, forceful attack was easy to see coming. "Almost buddy," he muttered with a chuckle. Greyjoy rushed at him again - this time trying to launch a kick into his stomach. Heizen easily maneuvered away from him to the other side this time. It was a game of "catch the Demon". Because to him - this was all basically a game. The grey-skinned demon grunted in annoyance. He was not amused by this at all. "Fight me you coward!" he challenged him. "But I am. It'll end way too fast if I attack now," he taunted him once again. Though it was very much true. The grey skinned demon clenched his teeth, his fists tightening as his anger continued to build up. He was so close to making a mistake. Heizen just needed to keep pushing him.
Greyjoy rushed at him once more, this time with a full on barrage of jab punches and weak kicks in an attempt to overwhelm the Demon and land a few. But Heizen was ready. This time he wasn't going to dodge. Raising his forearms and his knees Heizen blocked each punch, each kick that came flying his way with swift precision. Small shockwaves rang out from the collision of force though he was an immoveable object that Greyjoy just couldn't shake. Their powers were closer, Heizen being a bit higher. It didn't make sense for him to have such an advantage. How was he avoiding damage? The honest truth was:
Heizen was a fighter. Greyjoy wasn't. Heizen had spent all of his time fighting opponents as strong or even stronger than him while on Earth. He had seen real power. Even in his suppressed state he was far more dangerous than any of them. Than all of them. "Maybe try attacking me with your ki," he suggested with a grin. Greyjoy was fuming. Heizen could feel his power rising, as he channeled all of his power from the Demon Realm. His full power. Heizen felt obliged to also raise his power in honor of it. Their power levels in his reserved state were nearly identical. Only experience seemed to explain their gap. His power level had been twelve thousand compared to Heizen's sixteen with his heavy weight inhibitors. But as they raised their powers the gap in power widened. Thirty-six thousand versus nearly fifty-thousand was a much bigger gap after all.
"For our freedom!" he cried out as he fired a barrage of energy blasts meant to overwhelm Heizen entirely. But with a single hand Heizen unleashed a Makyo Powered Fireball channelling the entirety of Demon Realm in it, siphoning its power to overwhelm Greyjoy. Absorbing the energy Greyjoy released with ease- the rebellious demon soon found himself overwhelmed in hellfire. Heizen had held back on the attack - purposely allowing him to enjoy the flames burning him as the Demon ripped him apart. The minions below watched in terror as Greyjoy felt his body burning all over, screaming in pain as he tried to attack Heizen and take him down with him. Once again using pointless attacks, Heizen was able to dodge. Albeit due to overdoing it with that last attack - Heizen admittedly had a higher difficulty dodging. He had put a decent amount of ki in that fireball. The next punch Greyjoy threw was just as useless as the previous. It was all meaningless.
Eventually the flames died out. They were made of ki and hellfire, but they were usually meant to kill their target by a certain duration before fading from existence. Heizen chuckled however. Greyjoy was burnt badly. He was already nearly dead. He was fighting with sheer will power. "Enjoy my new attack?" he asked with a chuckle, though it was rhetorical. Greyjoy attacked him once more, but this time Heizen didn't dodge. He didn't block. He let the punch hit him. "Just tell me one thing... Greyjoy," he began as the smile faded from his face. His expression became more stoic.
"Why?" he asked with a clear voice.
"Because I hate you...," he coughed.
Heizen wanted to ask why. He wanted to know what he had done. But in truth he already knew the answer. He hated him because he was him. He hated Heizen for merely existing. Just like the mortals on Earth. Just like Suusao. Just like just about everyone he had ever encountered in his short existence. Heizen was done. He was done asking. He was done caring about what he did and why he was viewed a certain way. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore.
He reached his hand right on through the grey-skinned demon's chest, digging deep into him as he felt his heart in his hand. Greyjoy groaned loudly in agony as he felt Heizen pierce his skin with ease. "Now... you can go to hell for all I care...," he whispered, his tone low and menacing. Heizen pulled out the black heart roughly and with ease, feeling its beat stop in his hand as the wet blood stained his hand. The lifeless body of the demon would fall to the ground with a loud crash, followed by the heart which crushed itself upon impact. The other demons looked up at him with fear, with anger, and then with vicious hatred. They wanted him dead for what he did. "Don't you lot worry," Heizen joked, as a brief toothy smirk found itself on his face once more.
"You're all joining him shortly anyway...," Heizen said. He wasn't kidding. His face turned stoic once more, as he appeared instantly in front of two of the lower demons with their pathetic power levels. He swiped with his hands in a knife-like chopping motion outward, sending two heads rolling on the floor without any warning. There were only ten of them to kill. He already knew who he was going to spare from the incoming massacre. Thanas and Seid tried to jump him in defense of themselves, and so he evaded their attacks with ease. He appeared on their side. They were blind to the two chops to the neck that sent them to sleep instantly.
"Guys.. are you sure this is a good idea.. he still has the inhibitors on!"
"Don't worry. He's at seventy-five percent only with those on... he's not that much stronger without them...," one of them reasoned.
"Actually - they were adjusted during my time on Earth. I'm actually at twenty-five percent," he whispered while chuckling. He shoved both of their heads together so hard they meshed together like broken coconuts.
"Let the beasts loose! We need all the help we can get!" Sylva ordered. And with that they released the chains on the two beasts of Malokai's. The two savage beasts. The pets that they used to eliminate those who had opposed him. He hated those things. So he was happy to get rid of them. With a swipe of his fingers, Heizen unleashed a wide explosion- wiping them both from the map entirely. He had gotten bettered at discharging his ki and using it to blow up his surroundings. Their ace was gone. Their leaders were gone. It was just Heizen and the five who remained. They were in the middle-tier of their ranks. Each of their power levels roughly around five-thousand. Truly they would have been nice to have around. But he didn't need them anymore.
He didn't need any of them anymore truly. He was freeing himself from them forever. As they all blind-sided him from five different angles - Heizen stood there as he took the onslaught of attacks. He did nothing to move as he took the attacks head on. As he felt them inflict bodily harm on him, he felt nothing but pure relief. A pure ecstatic rush that excited him inside. Once they got it out of their systems - Heizen grabbed the closest one and kneed him in the stomach with enough force to open him up like a faucet. The next one attacked him from behind with an axe - but it broke against his body as he prepared his defenses. Reaching from behind him- Heizen snared the man's neck with his arm and snapped it without a thought. The next one in front of him got off easy - he received a head trauma so intense from Heizen's fist he just knocked out. He would suffocate unconscious in the dirt of the now destroyed palace.
And so there were two. "Come on, my Lord... we didn't do anything wrong!" Sylva cried out. In cowardice. Sylva had been a paramour of his in their shared camaraderie among Malokai. "I'll do anything!" she cried out again. But he couldn't listen. He couldn't hear her anymore, as he decapitated the other one with his hand without a thought. She was already blocked out. "You already missed your chance to do something. All you had to do was stand by me... and you didn't," he muttered quietly, before grabbing her by the neck and squeezing it with an iron grip. He felt her body turn lifeless in his grasp. With her dying breath was the end of an era of a Tyrant. A clan abused for decades under a sniveling, weak coward. And with that he too was finally free. He left only two alive. Thanas and Seid had stood by him when he first attacked Malokai. They had fought with him against Akira. They got a second chance. If they sought him out he would bring them back into the fold. The rest could go to hell for all he cared. And with that day they had forever.
[TWC: 2725]
[Heavy Weights Bonus and Power Level PLZ]
