Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2018 0:32:40 GMT -5
Alone again.
Though not the same as it had been recently. There were days where she wasn't feeling well enough about life, that she had isolated herself, too overcome with doubts and worries, to really do more than be alone. But there were also days where she was willing to have minimal contact with others, but generally avoid them to think about just where the future would head. It could be a mix of what she had felt so recently, or something that could further plans.
Normally. While she hadn't been filled with as much sadness as she had sometime ago, it wasn't happiness that she found herself waking up to. Something to be expected, when she had chosen to sleep alone for the night. She could go days upon days doing so, but as much as she had wanted to, she couldn't.
It wasn't the fact that even if she had chosen to do so, it would have likely gone unnoticed, so long as she still held contact on days where she wasn't in some sort of mood. Rather, there was supposed to be an improvement, progress to her life, that being in a relationship was meant to reveal.
Having someone by her side to rule over this planet, to be surrounded by their comfort, instead of looking after things by herself, and alone in a different kind of way. She was meant to be more happy now, and while days like these weren't issues, they should have been far less and few of an occurrence.
So what did it mean that they weren't? Two years of being within this relationship, and so many days where she worked on having them really feel the pains that they were meant to. Each and every one of those times, ended in failure, or wrapped up with saying words that she wished she could have believed.
But if they had really been true, she should have been more hurt during those times, than she really had been. Was it her own independence that kept her from really accepting just what this relationship was meant to be? The only thing that she had knew for certain, was that as much as she liked being held and not sleeping alone, she could also manage to be without that. And it didn't feel wrong for her to. But should it really have at all?
This relationship, it was essentially temporary. She had never planned on really dying and retiring to the afterlife, wanting to do more than her predecessors had, and still couldn't see that realm as being something relaxing. Having a hold on her the same way being around someone who was supposed to mean more to her. That former relationship was something lasting beyond death, even if what they had now, was meant to fill the gap left behind.
There was no real right for her to pursue someone who had a relationship, that only prematurely ended. When death had came, only one of them would pass on to stay. It was a simple answer, to what had been a beautiful relationship. What they had now, everything that could be, it all wouldn't matter.
Her consideration meant nothing. The carefulness she took since they began, not to bring up anything painful of the past, until more time had passed. Really paying attention to those body cues, and any differences in the simplest of contact she could have given. No matter how much she could have thought about the elemental, it wouldn't change anything. She could keep on trying, and would continue to do so, just hoping that there could be some kind of change.
What they had physically was worth something, but it wasn't all and everything to what a relationship should have been. She knew that to be certain, knowing that intimacy on an everyday basis, even if she could handle such a thing, brought on the wrong kind of expectations for them to really follow.
How much would it even mean to her, if she did what she had already knew, rather than something that wasn't? And there was so much about being in a relationship that wasn't something she was used to. Though she was the one who mainly had taken initiative, the kind of strides that she believed they needed to take, for this whole thing to have meaning at all, was something she trusted would work out. It wasn't an ideal thing, to go around allowing stupidity to happen on this planet. The idea of a Kold Demon being killed without a fight, by a weak Vampire, was absolutely still unbelievable.
Another was the fellow who believed himself to have figured everything out about how this society had worked, when it was the people themselves that had only started forming things in the last few months. She had always asked everyone apart of things of their own input, not once going around to flaunt her power, as if she ever needed to do, just to get them to talk about something. She wasn't some young Vampire anymore, who needed to use such tactics.
They had their own ideas. Places that they had wanted to be, and she had allowed them. To go and accuse her otherwise, of being some kind of tyrant, only said to her how few people they really knew. The Queen of Earth, who continued to not return to the planet since she had last been there, had believed in the idea of refusing to repair infrastructure, if meant working with someone she hated. While she had been appalled at such stupidity.
Her opinions of the blonde might have changed since then, but it nevertheless rung true, on just what else the mage had on her mind at the time. She might not have viewed herself to be a kind person, but she was far from someone attempting to force others to do anything, even before she became this strong.
Which made her wonder about the Demons. Commemorative photos wasn't a kind of past time, that she believed she would have taken when she had taken over Capsule Corp. But being apart of a business, and really learning of just how important public relations really were, only introduced her to such things.
How nice it was to capture moments and really remember. She was far from professional, the reason that they still had to editing with what she had captured herself, but sitting here in her room, she flipped through the book she had filled with pictures. Not all of them were really even of her.
Though like a lot of things that had came with her gaining power, the meaning of them, were worth a lot less to her now. She recognized what they were, and the kind of photos where it would have been right for her to smile about. She was able to do so, but it didn't mean as much as it really could have.
While there were several pictures here that had stood out to her, the one that did so the most, had been the day her relationship had started. Various poses were taken of she and the ice hybrid, getting more physical with each one. Two years old, and more recent than the beginnings of this photo book, yet seeing these did have more value to her. It wasn't just because she had always tried so hard, wanting their relationship to really even mean something.
But rather again and again, she had thought about that day, and just how different things could have been. Thought about everyone who had been there in attendance. Beyond the elemental, the Demons had been the only other guests that she had cared about whether or not they'd show up.
Though their apprehension had been clear from the start. It hadn't bothered her though, because they were Demons. Their own origins, and upbringing in the first place, saw far better things. If they had such a difficulty in reading the room, and adjusting, maybe there was something there to think about.
It had been two years since there had been any real signs of their leaders, and she so easily could have killed them off, back during the West City invasion. Allowing them to attack the city in the first place, had been the only reason there had even been important casualties like the swordsman and the queen. She had wanted the death of the latter back then, feeling the blonde should know what the afterlife was, but the same couldn't be said now.
There was always going to be idiotic individuals in the universe, who thought themselves as a hero, but were so just as likely to disappear. It was just as easy to also be a hero for those who considered themselves to be good, because all she had needed to do was use her own power, to better the lives of those they believed to be innocent. To do so meant being targeted, far more than she already was, just because she and the Elemi had owned this planet.
It had never been something she viewed to be worth it, getting in the way of what issues they had, when there was a party involved that wished to kill them. If it wasn't the Saiyans on Namek, who might have still felt hostile towards Earth, then it could have been the group of Saiyans she knew the hybrid she had met was apart of. Or the most obvious of the cause being the Demons, who like all of the others, held their own reasons on why they'd attack the planet.
How much these parties truly even cared about the mortal level was questionable, but the most unlikely were the Demons. A lot of things in life tended to be choices, like the irrational fear their queen had of getting her blood sucked, and a portion of her power being taken away. The latter of which would take much longer to figure out, than that sudden wrath that had came. What paralyzation that woman had even felt, was all that swordsman's doing.
Yet, something as small as what was essentially a hickie, had been the very thing the woman found suited, to go and declare a future war. For the past two years, it had been something she poked fun at, seeing it as harmless knowing the power gap that must have still been between them. War was something to take seriously, and she really did, knowing the Demon had the capability of turning those not fast enough to dodge it, into stone that could be shattered.
Other Demons likely held the same capabilities, which was what made a force of them together, something difficult to deal with. But if they couldn't even organize themselves during the West City invasion, just what hope did they have against someone that knew how to? The more she thought about it, the more she had wondered if her current plan, would have been the right move at all. She had thought so much about this war, that she had envisioned only she and her Majin ally, to be the ones staying behind to fight and likely die together. But maybe it was better to have some of the other Antediluvian stay behind.
If there was a chance that the higher ranking Demons knew attacks that could turn others into stone, then it would only made sense to be on their level, and fight back. Each and every one of her Antediluvian close to her, she had personally taught them her best technique, for them to protect themselves with.
Working all together, it would only take a single launch to wipe out the strongest of them. They'd be exhausted if all of them had chosen to launch at the same time, but the strong was the one who survived, and under the guise of war, it wouldn't be the Demons. Not when they had so many faults.
Looking at the photos in the album, had filled her more with a sense of wonder, rather than the sadness she had started out with. The book had been stored back in its original place, and lying wrapped up here in her bed, she chewed on the thought of just what the Demons had really meant to her.
Tanariul, the Demon who held obvious fear to her, was a being that had reminded her of Maiz or Sayako somewhat. All three held a sort of aggression that came with being unknown or alien, to those who had grew up on Earth, and were Human. To people who didn't know so much about ki, until being taught or learning themselves. That fear should have really bothered her, but it was that inherent evil with Demons, that made her not feel that way at all.
No matter how much she had tried to provide comfort, the Demon still remained to be someone uninterested in talking at all. It was only something as primal as fighting, that had ever given any comfort, in contrast to someone like Delphi. That Demon had been capable of working for Capsule Corp for awhile, as a temporary protection against the blonde Queen of Earth. A well better response than what she had knew before then. But the most obvious that they weren't just all beings who held violent tendencies, had to have been Kuroko, who went between emotional distress, and what could have been described as flirty.
So much feeling for beings who had inherent evil within them, that if not for the feel of their ki, it would have been questionable whether or not that belief was true at all. They each showed fear in some way for her, and the night of her ritual was meant to provide some form of comfort.
Information like what it took to become a god, wasn't something given out to someone seen as an enemy. And she really didn't believe themselves to be one, knowing how much more beneficial it was to use them, having them kill who she didn't like. But what did her thinking even really matter?
She had been trying as much as she could with the elemental, to have their relationship mean something. Though what little of their relationship that could have been seen as success, she was often left with days of herself like these, wishing that she could do better. Days where she felt alone. That what they've already had wasn't enough, and was much weaker than it appeared to be. It was just unquestionable that there were better couples out there.
Held a certain kind of trust that she wanted to distinguish from her other relationships. Days like these, they shouldn't have existed for her anymore. It felt so easy she could have fell back into being single again. The hybrid had a presence on her life, but just how much of it weighed more than how she felt about the others? When was it going to mean more to her? She had ideas. Dark ones. But it only proved and had her wonder whether she was just incapable of doing more than what was expected of her. View those she could ever get personal with, as someone who could comfort the side of her that desired being held and to hold. The Demons, even with how they were naturally meant to be dealt with, seemed to have figured things out.
Those who were more focused on the pleasures of the body, didn't have any of these issues. It was more likely than anything that the idea of a relationship, ignoring their polygamy, would have just been seen as foolish. Yet even knowing there was truth to it, she couldn't believe in such a thing.
Being an immortal would be nothing but torture, without any kind of socialization, and not having taken some kind of personal relationship. She wouldn't have been happy, continuing what she had previously knew before the Elemi, and would have tired if anything, of pursuing such things after awhile.
There were lots of things she felt tired of within life, things that made it more easy to just come to a decision, the more that she had grew in power. Working with the Demons, and thinking of the worries they had showed now, they had very good of a reason to believe that she might betray them.
They were a desperate group, ever since that Caesar had gone out of the picture, and far few allies with any significant kind of power, to really rely on. It would have been so easy to betray them, and as worthless as they could have been, to really out her appearances in East and West City, would it really matter? For someone of her power to lean more towards the good side, even just a little, meant that those like the swordsman wouldn't need risking everything. Though it was just as possible that even those who saw themselves as morally good, could have shown too much cowardice and betray her.
Being good was too simple, and with this inevitable war with the Demons, it was questionable how much she'd be able to even look past what casualties they could cost her. Betraying them was even simpler to do, as she had to only wait for the right opportunities for it to even happen. But what was the purpose?
What would be her gain? Gratitude wasn't enough for the morally good to win her over, but she did view it to be an issue, how she was expected to keep working with them after an inevitable war. Their queen wasn't going to give up her irrational wrath anytime soon. And there was never going to be a shortage of idiots that should be killed. Frankly, it was only humiliating them, and ridding herself of competition, that had value of betraying them.
She could learn to tolerate humanity and their simplicity, for however long it would take to rule beyond a planet. But the Demons, so long as they had a presence upon the universe, always had idiocy like fearing a hickie, that would prevent them to be any more useful than the cover they already were.
She had the intentions of making something of the Vampire community, and the mistaken belief that she would have been impressed, that some Vampire 'nobles' were working under Demons, was just laughable as their queen. It really should have been more insulting than anything, But that was the thing that made her so different to other beings of power. She didn't get easily insulted. She played the long con of things, that if it weren't for herself being tired of the thought, would have led to the death of the swordsman on Namek. This kind of patience, it was just too much unseen around here.
And she had met with enough significant individuals, to know for that to be a fact. There were those around who would be willing to work with stupidity, while she wouldn't even bother with tolerating them. Sayako, if she had never developed that intelligence through absorptions, would have never been considered as anyone meaningful to her. Someone as innocent as Saeko had worth, but even she had absorbed some form of intelligence to get there.
It wasn't a natural progression for Majins to be that way, and far too few reasons for her to feel she should tolerate it if she needed to. Chewing the idea of betraying the Demons, it was something that she could have merely written down like a lot of these thoughts today. But there were certain things here better off remembering herself, rather than looking at on paper. A lot of these things meant something to her, though held unequal value to them.
What the Demons really were to her, it would only take a few days of her own happiness, to settle on the idea of what to do with them.
Thread PL: 732,914
WC: 3,338
TWC: 7,422/10,000 this week.
(I'm taking a break from working with the Demons. Icly, a 'betrayal' doesn't happen until the next RoD where the Demons are present, assumingly on Earth or Rosario.)
Though not the same as it had been recently. There were days where she wasn't feeling well enough about life, that she had isolated herself, too overcome with doubts and worries, to really do more than be alone. But there were also days where she was willing to have minimal contact with others, but generally avoid them to think about just where the future would head. It could be a mix of what she had felt so recently, or something that could further plans.
Normally. While she hadn't been filled with as much sadness as she had sometime ago, it wasn't happiness that she found herself waking up to. Something to be expected, when she had chosen to sleep alone for the night. She could go days upon days doing so, but as much as she had wanted to, she couldn't.
It wasn't the fact that even if she had chosen to do so, it would have likely gone unnoticed, so long as she still held contact on days where she wasn't in some sort of mood. Rather, there was supposed to be an improvement, progress to her life, that being in a relationship was meant to reveal.
Having someone by her side to rule over this planet, to be surrounded by their comfort, instead of looking after things by herself, and alone in a different kind of way. She was meant to be more happy now, and while days like these weren't issues, they should have been far less and few of an occurrence.
So what did it mean that they weren't? Two years of being within this relationship, and so many days where she worked on having them really feel the pains that they were meant to. Each and every one of those times, ended in failure, or wrapped up with saying words that she wished she could have believed.
But if they had really been true, she should have been more hurt during those times, than she really had been. Was it her own independence that kept her from really accepting just what this relationship was meant to be? The only thing that she had knew for certain, was that as much as she liked being held and not sleeping alone, she could also manage to be without that. And it didn't feel wrong for her to. But should it really have at all?
This relationship, it was essentially temporary. She had never planned on really dying and retiring to the afterlife, wanting to do more than her predecessors had, and still couldn't see that realm as being something relaxing. Having a hold on her the same way being around someone who was supposed to mean more to her. That former relationship was something lasting beyond death, even if what they had now, was meant to fill the gap left behind.
There was no real right for her to pursue someone who had a relationship, that only prematurely ended. When death had came, only one of them would pass on to stay. It was a simple answer, to what had been a beautiful relationship. What they had now, everything that could be, it all wouldn't matter.
Her consideration meant nothing. The carefulness she took since they began, not to bring up anything painful of the past, until more time had passed. Really paying attention to those body cues, and any differences in the simplest of contact she could have given. No matter how much she could have thought about the elemental, it wouldn't change anything. She could keep on trying, and would continue to do so, just hoping that there could be some kind of change.
What they had physically was worth something, but it wasn't all and everything to what a relationship should have been. She knew that to be certain, knowing that intimacy on an everyday basis, even if she could handle such a thing, brought on the wrong kind of expectations for them to really follow.
How much would it even mean to her, if she did what she had already knew, rather than something that wasn't? And there was so much about being in a relationship that wasn't something she was used to. Though she was the one who mainly had taken initiative, the kind of strides that she believed they needed to take, for this whole thing to have meaning at all, was something she trusted would work out. It wasn't an ideal thing, to go around allowing stupidity to happen on this planet. The idea of a Kold Demon being killed without a fight, by a weak Vampire, was absolutely still unbelievable.
Another was the fellow who believed himself to have figured everything out about how this society had worked, when it was the people themselves that had only started forming things in the last few months. She had always asked everyone apart of things of their own input, not once going around to flaunt her power, as if she ever needed to do, just to get them to talk about something. She wasn't some young Vampire anymore, who needed to use such tactics.
They had their own ideas. Places that they had wanted to be, and she had allowed them. To go and accuse her otherwise, of being some kind of tyrant, only said to her how few people they really knew. The Queen of Earth, who continued to not return to the planet since she had last been there, had believed in the idea of refusing to repair infrastructure, if meant working with someone she hated. While she had been appalled at such stupidity.
Her opinions of the blonde might have changed since then, but it nevertheless rung true, on just what else the mage had on her mind at the time. She might not have viewed herself to be a kind person, but she was far from someone attempting to force others to do anything, even before she became this strong.
Which made her wonder about the Demons. Commemorative photos wasn't a kind of past time, that she believed she would have taken when she had taken over Capsule Corp. But being apart of a business, and really learning of just how important public relations really were, only introduced her to such things.
How nice it was to capture moments and really remember. She was far from professional, the reason that they still had to editing with what she had captured herself, but sitting here in her room, she flipped through the book she had filled with pictures. Not all of them were really even of her.
Though like a lot of things that had came with her gaining power, the meaning of them, were worth a lot less to her now. She recognized what they were, and the kind of photos where it would have been right for her to smile about. She was able to do so, but it didn't mean as much as it really could have.
While there were several pictures here that had stood out to her, the one that did so the most, had been the day her relationship had started. Various poses were taken of she and the ice hybrid, getting more physical with each one. Two years old, and more recent than the beginnings of this photo book, yet seeing these did have more value to her. It wasn't just because she had always tried so hard, wanting their relationship to really even mean something.
But rather again and again, she had thought about that day, and just how different things could have been. Thought about everyone who had been there in attendance. Beyond the elemental, the Demons had been the only other guests that she had cared about whether or not they'd show up.
Though their apprehension had been clear from the start. It hadn't bothered her though, because they were Demons. Their own origins, and upbringing in the first place, saw far better things. If they had such a difficulty in reading the room, and adjusting, maybe there was something there to think about.
It had been two years since there had been any real signs of their leaders, and she so easily could have killed them off, back during the West City invasion. Allowing them to attack the city in the first place, had been the only reason there had even been important casualties like the swordsman and the queen. She had wanted the death of the latter back then, feeling the blonde should know what the afterlife was, but the same couldn't be said now.
There was always going to be idiotic individuals in the universe, who thought themselves as a hero, but were so just as likely to disappear. It was just as easy to also be a hero for those who considered themselves to be good, because all she had needed to do was use her own power, to better the lives of those they believed to be innocent. To do so meant being targeted, far more than she already was, just because she and the Elemi had owned this planet.
It had never been something she viewed to be worth it, getting in the way of what issues they had, when there was a party involved that wished to kill them. If it wasn't the Saiyans on Namek, who might have still felt hostile towards Earth, then it could have been the group of Saiyans she knew the hybrid she had met was apart of. Or the most obvious of the cause being the Demons, who like all of the others, held their own reasons on why they'd attack the planet.
How much these parties truly even cared about the mortal level was questionable, but the most unlikely were the Demons. A lot of things in life tended to be choices, like the irrational fear their queen had of getting her blood sucked, and a portion of her power being taken away. The latter of which would take much longer to figure out, than that sudden wrath that had came. What paralyzation that woman had even felt, was all that swordsman's doing.
Yet, something as small as what was essentially a hickie, had been the very thing the woman found suited, to go and declare a future war. For the past two years, it had been something she poked fun at, seeing it as harmless knowing the power gap that must have still been between them. War was something to take seriously, and she really did, knowing the Demon had the capability of turning those not fast enough to dodge it, into stone that could be shattered.
Other Demons likely held the same capabilities, which was what made a force of them together, something difficult to deal with. But if they couldn't even organize themselves during the West City invasion, just what hope did they have against someone that knew how to? The more she thought about it, the more she had wondered if her current plan, would have been the right move at all. She had thought so much about this war, that she had envisioned only she and her Majin ally, to be the ones staying behind to fight and likely die together. But maybe it was better to have some of the other Antediluvian stay behind.
If there was a chance that the higher ranking Demons knew attacks that could turn others into stone, then it would only made sense to be on their level, and fight back. Each and every one of her Antediluvian close to her, she had personally taught them her best technique, for them to protect themselves with.
Working all together, it would only take a single launch to wipe out the strongest of them. They'd be exhausted if all of them had chosen to launch at the same time, but the strong was the one who survived, and under the guise of war, it wouldn't be the Demons. Not when they had so many faults.
Looking at the photos in the album, had filled her more with a sense of wonder, rather than the sadness she had started out with. The book had been stored back in its original place, and lying wrapped up here in her bed, she chewed on the thought of just what the Demons had really meant to her.
Tanariul, the Demon who held obvious fear to her, was a being that had reminded her of Maiz or Sayako somewhat. All three held a sort of aggression that came with being unknown or alien, to those who had grew up on Earth, and were Human. To people who didn't know so much about ki, until being taught or learning themselves. That fear should have really bothered her, but it was that inherent evil with Demons, that made her not feel that way at all.
No matter how much she had tried to provide comfort, the Demon still remained to be someone uninterested in talking at all. It was only something as primal as fighting, that had ever given any comfort, in contrast to someone like Delphi. That Demon had been capable of working for Capsule Corp for awhile, as a temporary protection against the blonde Queen of Earth. A well better response than what she had knew before then. But the most obvious that they weren't just all beings who held violent tendencies, had to have been Kuroko, who went between emotional distress, and what could have been described as flirty.
So much feeling for beings who had inherent evil within them, that if not for the feel of their ki, it would have been questionable whether or not that belief was true at all. They each showed fear in some way for her, and the night of her ritual was meant to provide some form of comfort.
Information like what it took to become a god, wasn't something given out to someone seen as an enemy. And she really didn't believe themselves to be one, knowing how much more beneficial it was to use them, having them kill who she didn't like. But what did her thinking even really matter?
She had been trying as much as she could with the elemental, to have their relationship mean something. Though what little of their relationship that could have been seen as success, she was often left with days of herself like these, wishing that she could do better. Days where she felt alone. That what they've already had wasn't enough, and was much weaker than it appeared to be. It was just unquestionable that there were better couples out there.
Held a certain kind of trust that she wanted to distinguish from her other relationships. Days like these, they shouldn't have existed for her anymore. It felt so easy she could have fell back into being single again. The hybrid had a presence on her life, but just how much of it weighed more than how she felt about the others? When was it going to mean more to her? She had ideas. Dark ones. But it only proved and had her wonder whether she was just incapable of doing more than what was expected of her. View those she could ever get personal with, as someone who could comfort the side of her that desired being held and to hold. The Demons, even with how they were naturally meant to be dealt with, seemed to have figured things out.
Those who were more focused on the pleasures of the body, didn't have any of these issues. It was more likely than anything that the idea of a relationship, ignoring their polygamy, would have just been seen as foolish. Yet even knowing there was truth to it, she couldn't believe in such a thing.
Being an immortal would be nothing but torture, without any kind of socialization, and not having taken some kind of personal relationship. She wouldn't have been happy, continuing what she had previously knew before the Elemi, and would have tired if anything, of pursuing such things after awhile.
There were lots of things she felt tired of within life, things that made it more easy to just come to a decision, the more that she had grew in power. Working with the Demons, and thinking of the worries they had showed now, they had very good of a reason to believe that she might betray them.
They were a desperate group, ever since that Caesar had gone out of the picture, and far few allies with any significant kind of power, to really rely on. It would have been so easy to betray them, and as worthless as they could have been, to really out her appearances in East and West City, would it really matter? For someone of her power to lean more towards the good side, even just a little, meant that those like the swordsman wouldn't need risking everything. Though it was just as possible that even those who saw themselves as morally good, could have shown too much cowardice and betray her.
Being good was too simple, and with this inevitable war with the Demons, it was questionable how much she'd be able to even look past what casualties they could cost her. Betraying them was even simpler to do, as she had to only wait for the right opportunities for it to even happen. But what was the purpose?
What would be her gain? Gratitude wasn't enough for the morally good to win her over, but she did view it to be an issue, how she was expected to keep working with them after an inevitable war. Their queen wasn't going to give up her irrational wrath anytime soon. And there was never going to be a shortage of idiots that should be killed. Frankly, it was only humiliating them, and ridding herself of competition, that had value of betraying them.
She could learn to tolerate humanity and their simplicity, for however long it would take to rule beyond a planet. But the Demons, so long as they had a presence upon the universe, always had idiocy like fearing a hickie, that would prevent them to be any more useful than the cover they already were.
She had the intentions of making something of the Vampire community, and the mistaken belief that she would have been impressed, that some Vampire 'nobles' were working under Demons, was just laughable as their queen. It really should have been more insulting than anything, But that was the thing that made her so different to other beings of power. She didn't get easily insulted. She played the long con of things, that if it weren't for herself being tired of the thought, would have led to the death of the swordsman on Namek. This kind of patience, it was just too much unseen around here.
And she had met with enough significant individuals, to know for that to be a fact. There were those around who would be willing to work with stupidity, while she wouldn't even bother with tolerating them. Sayako, if she had never developed that intelligence through absorptions, would have never been considered as anyone meaningful to her. Someone as innocent as Saeko had worth, but even she had absorbed some form of intelligence to get there.
It wasn't a natural progression for Majins to be that way, and far too few reasons for her to feel she should tolerate it if she needed to. Chewing the idea of betraying the Demons, it was something that she could have merely written down like a lot of these thoughts today. But there were certain things here better off remembering herself, rather than looking at on paper. A lot of these things meant something to her, though held unequal value to them.
What the Demons really were to her, it would only take a few days of her own happiness, to settle on the idea of what to do with them.
Thread PL: 732,914
WC: 3,338
TWC: 7,422/10,000 this week.
(I'm taking a break from working with the Demons. Icly, a 'betrayal' doesn't happen until the next RoD where the Demons are present, assumingly on Earth or Rosario.)
