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"Well sis... This place looks pretty barren to be entirely honest. I can't even imagine anything around here could house an underground market." The thick Italian accent broke through the mold of the desolate cityscape. The man, standing next to the young woman, was standing atop a fallen column, looking over a set of tables inside of the destroyed market building. Vegetation growing through the shopping center and animals making their way through. It was clear someone had been nearby, but the demon had no idea what to make of it. His sister, clad head to toe in a suit and tie, covered by her black trench coat, simply sighed as she kicked a can. Her eyes set on the door. "I have no clue bro. I just got the info from Jackal. You know unreliable the idiot is. Either way, I could care less about your... hobbies. I've got to be going though. Unlike you, I care about making sure the damn government doesn't find out we exist." She would say, before walking through the door, leaving Ezra by himself inside the abandoned building. "Well shit. I guess I've got time to waste... Not that I'm going to get very far. I have to find out where that damn vial came from. Whoever this bastard is... Ugh" He would say to himself, disgusted at the thought. He could just remember the power that surged from the man he was forced to put down. Like a juggernaut, unable to completely die. His regeneration unmatched, and his ability to tank damage horrifying. He wanted that power. Either way, he was being forced to find where ever the underground markets were being held to even hope of finding the guy. This seemed like a bust though, considering the group had already escaped. "Why couldn't it just be the black market. Why does it have to be this super secretive shit? I just want to find a single guy, and somehow I keep getting a cold trail... I swear I want to destroy this entire city... Actually, it's already destroyed. I'd just make it worse." He'd stop for a moment, before looking around with curiosity.
"God damn it. I'm talking to myself again." he would say, slowly having his tentacles retract from his back, slithering and hissing at each other, snapping once or twice, before obeying his mental command. He would use the mawed creatures to lift up boxes, open up drawers, and other areas trying to find any clues or hints as to what he was going to do next. So far, this lead was nearly a bust. Hopefully, as he dug through the rubble, he'd find at least something fun or interesting to pass the time. The tentacles ripping a door off of its hinges so he could continue his search in an office area. Litter and dust were covering everything. Mass amounts of concrete rubble and trash coating everything as if someone had specifically been out to ruin the aesthetics of an already decimated mall. His eyes darting from side to side. Maybe something would happen to get his train of thought out of the literal trash bin.Word Count: 505
There was nothing quite like desolate city-scape brought to ruin by the progress of mother nature. Her might conquering over the pathetic saiyan attempts at taming her. Sure these ruins were not to the degree the modern saiyan cities were, but it was still refreshing to see after spending so much time around the capital of Sadal. Buildings brought to their knees, vehicles and machines turned into mere husks and homes for the biological life that now freely roamed the area. There was nothing more amazing for someone like Volta, who love the natural order.
The small robot was drawn into the ruins more and more with each passing second, his eyes only further catching sight of a species of animal that wasn't anywhere near the capital city s he had searched, for the first time since he arrived on this planet he was actually excited about being here. He spotted what appeared to be a shopping mall in the distance, large organisms were roaming it, perhaps there was something inside. Or someone even, maybe another nature loving being like that saiyan he had run into... hopefully this one didn't have a taste for another sentient species' blood.
Volta made his way to the building, being as quiet as he could possibly manage, despite his size and make up. Metal clambering against the asphaly outside the building before he reached a hole in teh wall. Opting to take this entrance in case those inside were more hostile than he had assume they might be. Beams of bright teal light shot through the darkness, both giving him light, but also giving away where he was in case anyone was looking that direction. He hoped this was not the case as he was trying to be stealthy.
He then heard voices, they sounded like they had rather thick accents, not like that of Sadal or Namek. No, this was something more... refined. It intrigued him more than it worried him. Volta would turn a corner to catch a glimpse of a being or two... or three? Searching through the remains of the building. The metalman would continue onward, trying to make it to the entities. As soon as he made it close his eyes widened as much as they possibly could, taking the time to inspect them more before making a sound and alerting them to his presence.
"What brings you to these ruins? I'm here to study the wildlife... and hte last thing I expected to see was a humanoid with what looks like eels growing out of his back. Is it safe to assume you are in some way associated with the makai? I have read their kind vary in such ways like you do."
Volta spoke calmly to the being, he was rather hesitant at first, but figured if they had intent to attack, he could defend himself. He wasn't entirely sure what this being was up to, but what he was sure of, was that he wanted to learn more. Taking notes of the being's shape and physique while he awaited a response from it... or them.
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Despite what one would probably wonder, due to a variety of reasons revolving around the noise Ezra was making himself, as well as the fact he wasn't paying attention to the noise around him, the speech from the robot-looking thing send a shiver through the man's spine, terrifying him for a moment. Jumping up from the scare, his tentacles jabbed into the ceiling, holding him suspended in the air hanging from the appendages for a moment, before analyzing Volta with fearful curiosity. His bravado showing vibrantly for a moment, before regaining his prose and slowly getting off of the roof, using the tentacles like a spider to climb down, using two to support himself, barely an inch off of the ground, but still suspended in the air. His hand would reach up to scratch the back of his neck, laughing for a moment, before looking down to talk with the robot. "You gave me a bit of a spook there cugine. I didn't expect any of the technology around here to be functional." the demon would say, before finally touching down onto the ground. He would smile at the robot, taking in what it said and processing what it meant. It knew about demons, that was normal for most on Sadal. It wasn't weird to see the occasional demon on Sadal running around doing whatever it is they wanted to do. What concerned him was his casualness around his 'eels'. Most people were freaked out about them. This little thing had guts... metaphorically speaking. "Uh, yeah, I'm a demon. Though I don't associate with the Makai, or whatever the other demons part themselves with. My name is Ezra." He would say, reaching a hand to shake, before thinking of how stupid that looked, and offered a high five. "I'm the Don of the Caliburn family in Sadal. We run most of the guns and other n'er-do-well stuff. Hence why I think this talk should be a little more formal." Ezra would start to say with a more tonal voice. Not threatening, but cautious, clearly a bit gruff and harsh. "I am going to say, I'm not out here enjoying the scenery, that's for sure. I rather like the city life. The only jungles I wanna be in are the ones made of concrete. However, this area was known to house criminal scum, the kind I don't exactly like. One of those criminals has something of mine. Something I prize dearly. Normally I'd do the whole 'take the code of silence' and slit our wrists, but the only thing that'd come outta you kiddo is probably oil, hence why I'm going easy on you." Ezra would say, walking to pat his hand on Volta's head, like an adult to a child.
"So, since we have that out of the way, who might you be? I don't quite remember seeing anything destroyed around here that even so much as resembled you, and all the functioning computers are so outdated their voice lines are pre-generated. You seem... Complete somehow."Word Count: 506
There was a linty of things Volta expected to happen. He expected to be attacked by the individual he so casually spoke to. He easily expected to be scared out of his shell. Hell he expected to be picked up by a mountain sized Goliath hawk. And yet, the one biggest thing Volta did not expect to happen took place before his eyes as he caught the attention of the being in front of him... well 'caught the attention' was more of a misnomer. Rather he scared them witless, launching them into the air, only to find themselves clinging to the ceiling.
Volta found it rather humorous honestly, barely holding back his laughter as he watched it all take place. The supposed demon however took his own time getting down from the ceiling, hanging still a matter of centimeters above the ground itself when he pulled himself down, only making the difference in height even more obvious
"That was not the reaction I expected from a stranger, and let's get this straight, I am not one of the machines from this place."
Volta spoke, cocking his head at the entity for a moment, however when offered the high five, he considered it for a moment before shrugging and thinking 'what the hell' as he followed through, his heavy, metal hand slamming against the humanoid's. They confirmed themselves to be a demon, but claimed they did not associate with those that called themselves makai, which caught Volta as peculiar, but it was whatever after all, there seemed to be some saiyans that did the same here on Sadal. He introduced himself as Ezra, an interesting name to say the least, but Volta had encountered a lot of interesting names since he arrived, each having its own meaning and purpose.
A family of underground wheelers and dealers. Volta found this development rather exciting to say the least. This was the closest thing to criminal activity he had run into on the planet so far and it intrigued the metalman, had he found the seedy underbelly of Sadal now? And yet, as this thought crossed his mind, perhaps he had merely caught a mob boss in the process of recovering something of his own, further intriguing the metalman, perhaps he should offer his services to the demon, he seemed like the manageable sort after all.
"If you need any help with that, I know a guy.. well I know myself. As far as spilling anything, it is more likely to be magma than oil."
Volta let out a laugh, revealing the grey-silver teeth, large and sharpened to an end in his mouth. Placing his left hand on his hip. Volt persisted to listen to the demon, he seemed to have a question or two for the metalman, and Volta thought it rude to leave the man without answers after all. He asked who Volta was, a simple question to finish, the second half already explained beforehand.
"I'm Volta, a Metalman from space Sector 66950, I left home to explore the universe and update my people's data on all lifeforms in the said universe."
"Well, I guess that would explain how different you are from everything else around here... Anyway, it's a pleasure meeting indeed." Ezra would reply, wondering just how many more of these creatures there were. He was a legit species, not a man-made robot, which meant they had to be able to breed... He was thinking way too much into it. "Annnnd now I won't be able to sleep for a couple of days... Meh, anyways, I may have to accept your offer. See, I've got a lot of free time and I gotta get around more. Despite your reaction, a lot of people see me and run to the nearest government worker's office. If you'd be willing to let me tag along... say... disguised or so? I'd be extremely grateful." Ezra exclaimed, taking a deep breath, and sighing hard as he would lean against a back wall. Thinking hard about what he was going to do, and how this little metalman may be able to help.
"Alright Volta, I've got a few questions about you. Unlike those magical nutjobs who hold all the power around these parts, I can't detect people's abilities and powers just by focusing my brain on them or whatever it is that they do. I expect power dependant on someone's species. See, the Saiyans around here tend to be weaker than the normal alien. Their aesthetic would honestly fit better if they were a race of psychopathic murderers, to be honest. Alas, they aren't that way. Due to this nature of mine, I can't exactly judge how well you'd fair in combat. I gotta ask this and press it with extreme prejudice." He'd go on and on, before looking directly at the robot with a hard gaze, like a predator raptor hunting its prey. The tentacles on his back snapping at each other again while he ignored them. "In a showdown, if I were to follow along with you, would you be able to handle yourself?" He would question, just thinking of what could happen. He was mainly doing this to probe information on the creature's power, disguised as a legitimate question of safety. Thinking of that, his mind flitted from thought to thought. "Speaking of which... You said you're part of a race that has detailed information on the universe?" He would ask, finally piecing together a functional question to match what he was wanting.
"Okay, so this may be a longshot, and I'm not going to be disappointed if you have no clue, but I gotta ask. Do you have ANY records of anything called Zenom? A chemical that comes from some 'Br-wn' company." His last comment referencing the bottle he had in his jacket. The vial was long and thin, wearing a ripped up prescription designation that could only still read 'Br-wn Zenom In--tor'. He had been searching for the company or companies who may have come up with this liquid gold for a long while now, and he was not going to give up his chance at information. Word Count: 508
Volta listened patiently as Ezra the demon spoke. It seemed as if there was some sort of conflict between the saiyans and demons. He had caught an inkling of this with the female saiyan who lived in the woods, she claimed to hunt down and eat the species on a collective level, but wanted to initially dismiss that instance as a circumstantial case. However with the demon confirming it from both sides, it only made Volta curious, his species hadn't really left home in quite some time and their information on the last couple of centuries were hazy at their best.
"What is the beef between your kind and the saiyans? I came across a saiyan woman that claims to hunt and eat demons for whatever reason. All signs point to some sort of conflict, but to what degree? Either way I personally don't mind. I try to avoid these mortal fleshies as it is."
Volta asked with genuine curiosity, this was information he had absolutely no knowledge, it must have happened in that time gap where his kinda was not present in the active universe. Whatever the divide was, it had little conflict on Voltas opinions of helping others, this demon wasn't one of the aging fleshbags after all, his kind were in some ways like Volta's own, unaging and everlasting. However Ezra did show some concern at the 'magical' beings.. perhaps he meant those that could manipulate their ki. Volta had seen a few himself, flying around and the like, however from the looks some of them gave him, Volta assumed that he must have ranged somewhere towards the more elite in power.
"Most of those 'magic' users are push overs. They manipulate their ki to fly and the like, but flyinf won't do them much good when they come face too face with one of the micro fission bombs loaded into my battery here."
Volta smirked as he pointed out the missile battery where his right arm should have been, the battery opening to reveal a small arsenal of different missile types, everything from simple ballistic missiles to what essentially amounted to a nuclear bomb on a smaller scale. He was confident that there wouldn't be much opposition to them if the other saiyans were in fact giving him looks based on his power rather than his appearance. What did catch Volta off guard though was when Ezra asked him for the information his people had collected, he was the first who was genuinely curious. he wanted Volta to see if there was anything concerning a 'Zemon'. Taking a moment to thing back on it and checking the notepad in his head, the small metalman, looked on with some sense of dismay.
"I am the first of my people to leave Sector 66950 for quite some time, the information we have on literally anything is limited and the knowledge on anything current is non-existent. That is really the reason why I am out here. I don't mind helping you find out though.
Volta replied, essentially apologizing for not knowing what Ezra was looking for. As a scholar, the robot was rather limited on his data to reflect back on after all. He would quietly wait for the demon to respond as he retracted his third leg down to rest in place.
Listening to him speak of Ki and the like kinda confused Ezra, who was a more 'fight more talk less' kinda guy, but the moment the battery opened, he was almost instantly looking at the missiles with a grin of excitement. Approving look on his face as he used one hand to outline his chin as if a detective looking over a crime scene. Each missile a piece of artwork to the demon, who was packing heat himself. He would lean back during the comment on weaponry, almost failing his composer when the micro-fusion payload was mentioned. He gave an approving thumbs up, kicking back his duster to show the two holsters under each arm. Inside each was a handgun, nothing of too much importance aside from their ammunition. "I gotta say, you're a pretty kickass kinda made man. Why hit them with a punch when you can give their great-grandchildren cancer." he would comment to Volta. "I don't have the luxury of nukes, but I do carry a few sides myself. You'll never see me without a piece." he'd say, before continuing to listen. He hadn't really known much of the issues between demons and saiyans, mainly due to the lack of proper introduction into the demon groups that caused so much trouble for the saiyans, but it wasn't without reason, that was for sure. "I can't say entirely what is going on between the two factions, but whatever it is, it must have been seriously bad. My family was victims of the issues between the groups. My mother and father were executed by saiyans... It was long after my sister and I left them though to live with our uncle. I didn't learn until I was about eleven years old. Either way, I'm personally pissed at the monkeys because of my parents and how much they continue to shit on my plans. However, I'm almost certain there are other demons who dick on saiyans as well." Ezra would continue to press on, but his tone would go neutral, trying to recall it all. His mind jumped from one place to another, attempting to figure it out himself. The demons and saiyans haven't been friendly since long before Ezra was born into the world, which left little for him to give the metalman. "I apologize for not knowing more. Despite being a demon, I'm actually pretty young. If I were part of the rich and pampered group of demons, I'd be a child to them." He would clarify. "The best I could tell you is to probably seek out a much older demon. That, or just march into the Sadal Government buildings and demanding to talk to their leader like some sort of alien movie knock-off, heh" He would chuckle, trying to imagine the midget of a machine threatening the saiyans.
When Volta made it clear he wasn't entirely sure of the Zenom and its origin due to his species isolationism, his hand would do a passive wave, trying to flag down the apologie while accepting the truth of the matter. His experience proving again he'll be forced to dig deep into the minds of others to get what he wanted, and not just what he could skim from an alien out of the water. "Don't apologize, fuggitaboutit. I knew you'd probably not know what it was, I just had to make sure. One of the guys who used to work for me, really big douchebag of a capo. He put a whack out on the wrong guy and got into trouble. Rather than resort to admitting to me his failure, he went ahead and bought some mystery juice from a guy in black somewhere around here. That liquid turned him into this unkillable god of a beast, morphing and turning into a monster. I mean, I look pretty freaky and this guy scared me shitless. He didn't just get the hit done, he also comes back to the base and murders basically every other soldier I had. Hundreds of demons, saiyans, and other aliens dead just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I overpowered him, and the only way to kill him was burning the body... I want to find the person who sold him that drug and I plan to put him in the good ol' six feet under. That, or maybe give him a pair of cement shoes to enjoy letting him taste what happens when he crosses the wrong Godfather." He would finish, telling the story of what happened. During this entire exchange, would have had lit a cigarette halfway through, dragging hard between sentences while leaning against a pillar of cement. His excitement dead and in a frown as he remembered the carnage and death that ensued because of his idiocy. Hiring someone so foolish as to take a drug like that. Something he didn't tell Volta was how much he wanted the drug himself. He wanted every drop he could find, to perfect his art of murder and death. He may have been a swell guy, but deep down he was still a demon. A monster from another dimension. Nothing would prevent him from getting there sooner or later. For now, he held back, thinking of what he was saying, before dropping this finished cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with his food, walking back towards a table in the general area. Swiping away from of the junk and trash on it. He'd take out the bag with the vial and place it on the table, along with a camera with some pictures he'd printed out of a figure in a dark setting. Obviously, the man he'd spoken about. "I know you probably don't care since we've just met, and you don't know anything about it, but if you ever find yourself with info on this guy or anything he sells, contact me. I've got contacts literally everywhere on Sadal, and on most other planets as well. It isn't hard to find a way to get a message to me. This drug causes anything living, man or machine, to become horrendously evil and monstrous. The sheer volume of a danger it is to all existence is beyond comprehension." Ezra said, obviously ad-libbing in some over-exaggerations he knew literally nothing about. Nothing caught the attention of someone more than the threat to all existence. "Feel free to keep the photos. I need to hold onto the bottle though. It still has trace amounts of the Zenom in it and I can't lose my samples." Word Count: 1099
Volta's placid face would slowly alter to that of frustration slightly at the thought of less and less information about the conflict between those races arose. He had to find out something eventually, otherwise he would have to seemingly skip a huge part of history and that was not something he was alright with. Once more pulling the notepad out of his head, he slipped it between his teeth as he also grabbed a glowing red canister and a pencil. The pencil was very well sharpened, almost unnaturally.
Setting the notepad and canister on a nearby collapsed pillar, Volta took notes on anything and everything Ezra had to say. Popping open the canister about halfway into his story, pouring a viscous and glowing liquid, akin to magma.... because it was, into his mouth for a drink. It was what his kind lived off of after all, the lifeblood of their kinda and the planets they all remained on as well. It always seemed to catch others off guard, but for Volta it was merely a part of his life, especially if it kept him from needing to 'eat' anything else.
Volta found it interesting about Ezra's past. Not only was this demon part of some sort of criminal organization, he had lost his parents at quite the young age. The metalman couldn't quite sympathize to the demon, his races was so far isolated from the rest of the universe... it was utopic in sector 66950, everyone just going about their own business and murderous intent against your fellow (metal) man was unheard of, and yet it still didn't surprise Volta to hear of such things happening by the hands of saiyans and other flesh made races. Volta guessed their knowledge of their own mortality brought them to commit such heinous acts against their fellow man. And yet this whole incident still reflected back on the history neither he or Ezra knew.
"Whatever divided your kinda and the other races still baffles me. What act could be so bad that they are hunting your kind into a time where the original history isn't quite as common to the prosecuted?"
Volta tapped the pencil against his chin as he spoke this, genuinely curious by the notion. However he took his own notes on this, dedicating a matter of pages to it before hand as he was sure there was plenty more to come from the rather learned demon. When the story rooting back to the 'Zenom' question came up, Volta's interest was the most piqued. And as he listened on he both wondered what would bring someone to transforming themselves so and other than finding the source if Ezra had intent beyond that. The metalman didn't quite question it, but rather quietly took his notes until the demon was done with his statements and stories. Only then choosing to speak himself.
"It is quite the interesting debauchel. What kind of component could do such a thing to someone? And what would drive one to risk the effects of such a thing? All questions to be answered when we catch a lead I suppose.
Volta spoke aloud, sure he doubted that Ezra knew the answers, but he was sure the demon was quite intent on learning of the sort. After all his entire story made that quite clear, tossing the notepad and pencil back into his head, Volta walked back over to the demon after retaining his third leg back into his chassis.
"Alright, you need assistance with anything at this time? I have yet to blow anything up since arriving because these goody two shoes patrols keep showing up to distract me from nature or from lighting some fool ablaze.
"The 'fleshies' are fickle creatures. Demons, we're naturally dicks. Literally speaking, we're the devil. But we're immortal. We don't play the long game because we don't really have an end to us. If I don't end up at the end of someone's gun, I could still be here on this planet when nature decides to make it explode. Saiyans, however... It's a whole different story. Mortals aren't lucky. They have a select few years that they get to be around, and then poof. Gone. It's actually quite depressing. They find themselves at the crossroads of life and death and wonder what they want to leave behind. Obviously, they can't live forever. No one can escape mortality. They can hope to try though, and thus pushes them to do things they never thought they could do before..." Ezra said with a thick gruff to his voice. He was clearly speaking from experience, even if in the least variable, and he knew well enough what it was like to resort to that kind of action. "I was fifteen when I killed my first person. Don't freak out, it wasn't unwarranted. The man tried to kill my uncle... So I shot him. Four times to be precise. Three in the chest, and one in the head. What I did at that moment, it was to protect life. I saved my uncle that day... but when it comes to the mortals, they don't always kill for defense. It's quite common to attempt murder simply for menial things. Food, water, shelter, you name it and someone has killed for it. Even knowledge, the boon that you crave. I knew a young man who was stabbed through the stomach for reading a book that he had borrowed from a friend. Turned out that friend had stolen the book from the Don of the Coachella family. I had to put a few holes in Don's brain myself in revenge..." the demon would stop, processing what he was saying, before waving it off and ending it there. "Bah, ignore me. I'm rambling again. Sorry for the stories. The person who fails to learn from history will be doomed to repeat it. The last thing I want is for any of that to be repeated near me." he would answer to himself.
"I'm not sure." Ezra would respond when questioned hypothetically about the risks of the Zenom, and why someone would do it. He had spent literal months pondering this very subject to himself, partially listening in as he heard the rest of what Volta had to say. "When I saw the man who put this stuff into him... Ugh. Also, yeah, I may have some use for you. I have a few guys I gotta meet in a bit. Buncha' lowly types. The kind who would sell their soul for a pint or a few cigs. I may need you to blow one of them up if they don't cooperate." He'd say, drawing one of his handguns. Cocking back the slide, he'd look over at Volta in the small segment of silence. "Oh, don't worry about it too much. It's not murder. Technically speaking, we'd be doing Sadal a favor. These guys are known, serial killers." he'd try to reason with Volta, before putting the gun inside of its holster again and looking towards the door. "It's probably best if we leave now. Knowing this place, the Saiyans will be here any minute to look for someone to fuck up. I'd rather be somewhere else. Also..." He'd say, looking down at the ground below Volta, where his third leg was.
"I really hope that was some kinda leg, or support, or kickstand of sorts..."
Ezra was proving himself to be the interesting sort little by little. It was rather refreshing for Volta, the beings he had seen recently were nothing to compare. A patrolman... or woman, here or there and the occasional farmer... and there was that namekian, but he was quite he anomaly as it was. It was because of this that Volta listened to the demon so carefully, not only was he divulging information that the metalman could make extensive use of, he was also telling quite the spider's web of a tale. Stories of loss and vengeance, the truth to it was not Volta's volition to decide the clarity of it.
None the less he persisted to listen, Volta wanted to find a way to make use of Ezra, the only other, from his knowledge, immortal being he had run into on this planet after all, then again Volta was still learning about this planet, their might be some sort of slug as well... but he didn't let his mind run, there were other things to be concerned about at this time that pertained more to himself and the demon
"Believe it or not, my kind like yours are mostly exempt of the mortal coil. So long as I don't rust to death or fall into a star I'm practically un-aging... So much so that I still have no idea how old I actually am."
Volta partially meant this as a joke, but otherwise he was being completely serious. He had never once heard a story of any of his particular species dying of old age or anything of the sort. It was one of the reasons he felt that these other beings were foolish to endeavor towards such brazen actions like they do. Volta had to agree with Ezra on the flaws of the said 'mortal coil'. This job he 'needed' Volta's help for though sounded rather interesting... it had been a while since the metalman had last used any of his artillery. Waiting for the demon to finish up, Volta would reply with a confirmation towards Ezra on how he felt about the idea of the matter.
"Eh sure, why not. I haven't shot at something in a really long time."
Volta replied, a fire in his eyes... quite literally, the magma bubbling violently in its teal fury. The metalman would set his metal grip on his chin, waiting for the demon Ezra to lead him to wherever it was they were to go. Volta was excited to do some damage somewhere else, perhaps he could even learn something from that matter as well. He would take the time form this point to recollect everything that he was told and taught today by the immortal demon, the quite young immortal demon at that.
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