Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 5:04:12 GMT -5
Amity had its appeal like the other cities.
It snowed around like everywhere else, but what kept it from being a complete storm, beyond what Elemi were stationed around, was all of the power being flaunted around. The weight of it wasn't much compared to what could be found in Miridian, but those who lived here weren't the strongest of Vampires.
They weren't meant to be. Those who lived here were mostly new Vampires and coven leaders, both who generally had nowhere near the kind of responsibilities that they would be given, the stronger that they had grew in power. But their presence had provided enough of a point that this place wouldn't go down easily. Any one of them could have worked together with far more cooperation than the Demons, to go and inform her or the others of an attack.
Like the other cities, an incident would have stuck out like a sore thumb, with all of the monitoring that civilians had willingly did, by wearing scouters. There might have been those who were cheeky enough to not even turn on the thing, and simply wore it, but the number of those who did, only made it viable that there would be others who'd correct that. This wasn't some fallacy of equality that only worked on paper. She was Queen of Vampires for a lot of reasons, and continued to be, despite having a population of naysayers, because she had shown her capabilities time and time again.
She hadn't gotten to this position by mistake. There were so many things that others did, which she felt that she could have done better. And this inability to surpass the limits of this False God form, she had knew would stir up more talk than it already had. For two years, she had came to know this form.
But its weakness of duration was what made it so undeniably flawed. Something that kept her from truly reaching the tier of the gods. She might have been the queen of these people, though was nothing more than just a Vampire to other beings, when she was better than what they were capable of.
Peace wasn't something wrong to possess, and the two years they've had without the Demons, had turned out to be something noticeable. Their absence allowed growth to happen, but the deities that were in charge with keeping things intact in the first place, were likely going to see the need of that peace breaking. Things couldn't always just be peaceful. She might have been able to find her own drive, but that didn't mean it'd be the same for others.
Becoming a False God had been meant to motivate the other Vampires, and to show security that their kind was something to be reckoned with. She was certain there were few who could even reach this power, yet it didn't ease her any bit to know the form had much more to it, if she could just overcome things.
Those walking past her took their time to move around, as expected of locals who chose to live in a place where the buildings were built more traditionally. Open markets that were different from the movement and clocktower buildings that Yggdrasil had, or the grouped sight of Elemi and Bijou in Republic.
She was meant to shoulder the lives of all of them. If what she had in mind didn't work, there was nothing but the hope of pure power, that could be the answer to surpassing the limits of this False God form. A lot of the rooftop buildings within Amity, were rectangular in nature. A product of buildings being next to each together, and having other multi-level uses. And it was because of that, was it easy to decide which ones should be Capsule Corp buildings. Each city had a Capsule Corp nearby, to the point where it was practically akin to the shopping malls found on Earth.
Usage of the buildings were meant to be more than just a directory. She wanted herself and the others to be involved with the lives of these people. Build a kind of relationship that could form naturally, with these given opportunities. Things just always seemed to go back to the idea of time.
For the past couple of hours, she had worked with the others to move the workers to another Capsule Corp building, upon seeing that the connected rooftops here, made for one of the largest the city had to offer. This would be a place of battle, which was likely to collapse the building, if the others chose not to restrain themselves, and use purely physical techniques. Something which would be an advantage on her part, but one she wasn't sure if she had wanted.
A lot of her allies were here, but they were the usual suspects of those who had usually fought against her. What made calling them to participate today, different from all of those other times, is how akin things were to the night of her False God ritual. The skies had turned dark since she had ate with the Magi, but it was clear enough for all of them to see, because of the planetary rings, and curfew having yet to be enforced within Amity.
Their presence was something that had attracted attention on a daily basis, as individuals alone, but together like this, was a whole different matter entirely. Near the buildings, and some who had chosen to even fly, were Vampires of all different strengths, gathered here to watch.
She could tell from the clothing of some groups, that there were several of those who had came from Miridian or Yggdrasil, just to watch what was going on. It was expected attention. They were familiar enough about when something she was planning, was going to be an eventful sight to witness.
This should have been something added onto her as another layer of stress, knowing how unknown it was, how long it would be before she could surpass the limits of this False God form. All of them could have been here to witness nothing but another failure. It was a very likely possibility, and yet, it was this kind of gathering that she had prided on. Enemy or ally, the gathering of this crowd only showed what it meant to have power.
She was something to them. Like how she had created history among her kind, the night she had become a False God, she was being expected to the same for this night. There was a certain kind of hope within this sort of attention, that fought against what slim chance there actually was, she could succeed.
But then, looking over at the faces she was meant to fight, it had quickly gone. They were aware of what was meant to happen. The past few hours had been used to explain the situation, and it wasn't all too different from all of their other failures. There were some absences, as the skies hadn't turned dark for that long, but there was also purpose for not everyone being here. Especially when it had came to her partner's lack of presence to this event.
Would she, or would she not be able to surpass the limits of this form, was a mystery for even herself. A possible failure that she couldn't bear the ice elemental to allow witness, but also a possible success that just emphasized what their relationship was. She had always been the one to lead them into partaking somewhere, and while she knew asking to show up here, was something the elemental could make time for, asking was what made things different.
Everything that made them who they were, and a person in the first place, was desire. She knew that the Elemi was living the remains of her life, practically counting down the day of her death, but she had always held the hope that kind of life was something which could change.
There would always be times where she was the one who had taken initiative. But every now and again, she wanted to be the one to follow. She was positive that beyond this god form, it was the thing that could rid her of feeling instance of loneliness. And at the moment, that feeling had struck hard within her, seeing the absence. One caused by her own doing, but still remained to be what she had likely needed to feel the most right now.
The moment that she had moved, things would kick off. Snow around them was nonexistent, with the attendance of the younger fire Elemi and the Magi, working together. The energies around had felt so familiar, though not enough to be more than a presence. One which she held onto for just mere moments.
It had been so long since she had to really flaunt her power like this. Even during the night of her False God ritual, it hadn't been necessary to really go all out. With the Demons and even the Kold that had invited himself, cowering away unlike her allies, there hadn't even been a need to.
But things were different this night. She wasn't meant to fail in this attempt to surpass the limits of this False God form she had. They might have gathered around like the night she had gained it, but this was the accumulation of two years of effort. Something to prove that she was capable of doing what it took to make change. It was the reason that as she had accessed the power of the gods, that she had gone back to what she hadn't done in years.
Her eyes glowed with the kind of intensity of a roaring fire, which she had used to show all the time on her path to power, as a way to assert herself over a situation. So many things had changed, and doing so became unnecessary as she grew out of it. Bringing it out now though, was different.
Commanding and imposing, it was unquestionable to think otherwise of her with these eyes, meant to pierce through and reveal whatever cowardice a person could show. The aura of this False God form always flared so wildly, and making the first move in this battle, she knew how much her power was weighing those around her down, even despite transforming themselves. Speed. She had to give almost her all in these movements, to start what was meant to be a chain of events. The only one she knew was capable of handling this first attack was her Majin ally, being the strongest one she had out of everyone.
It just wasn't something that was enough. Nearly all of the power she had in this form, without making any efforts to charge up what strength, or take advantage of what opportunity she saw, had been used to slam into the Majin. But along with it, she had felt that natural resistance that came from being attacked. Her blows were meant to force back the alien, arms making work and exerting what strength she had in order to even make it so.
Being in this form took a lot to tire herself out, or even work up a sweat in normal cases, but that wasn't the kind of time that she had. Each and every second that had passed, she did what she could to give it her all, wanting to feel the exhaustion and everything necessary to trigger what she wanted.
I have to actually try and kill them.
The punches she threw, for the briefest of seconds, were held back by the Majin's own strength, as a wall of flesh had tried to grab onto her. But the difference in their power was obvious, and this endeavor was hardly where she was meant to stop at, if she truly wanted to take herself to where she wanted.
The force of this kind of resistance felt tight and compact, paving the way to how strenuous her arms should be, though she overcame it in one push against the Majin, sending the girl flying back. There was no pause to really see or check the condition, as she only began continuing to move.
This speed of hers was really greater than any of them here, and where she had moved, she knew they would only continue to be reminded of the weight of her power. Even those who were only spectating, wouldn't be able to deny what was going on around here. Her fighting with the Majin, ate away only minutes, which was time she had used to go and hit her next target. She knew their strength and weaknesses as much as they were aware of hers.
But there was just a striking difference in the air, left by what she had wanted to accomplish. It wasn't fast enough. She couldn't hope to injure all of them in one go, but attacking who she could was something that would help set everything else in motion. Her legs now, were starting to feel the grip of strain with her movements, but it was still too fleeting than where it was meant to be. The sight of silver locks had been her next target, her fists aiming to ram into different places on the body, the moment that she had arrived. But while not as fast as the Majin, even this had been resisted against.
These blows she had tried to strike, wasn't filed with as much power or speed, though still succeeded in overcoming what had stopped her movements. It was the feel of their skin making contact, and just how much she had to push back, that she had made efforts to focus on as much as the strain of these movements. Their presences she wanted to remember and matter like they should have to her, knowing just how easy it could be to lose them.
She left the side of her fellow Vampire, upon being able to create the gap needed between them, going on after her final target. Another couple of minutes had passed, and all of her strenuous efforts, she could feel was starting to hang around like having received injuries. But it just wasn't all enough.
The brunette on the field, who was more shaky in nature than what she led others to believe, had received her weakest of attacks. Something which the gap of power between them managed to overcome, as she saw through the strategy with most of them, seeming to come for preserving energy where they could.
At least for the time being. There was still so much more that she had needed to go through and feel. Faces that she had needed to see, and just how hurt they actually were. The connection that she was the one who did it to them. The last blows of her fists had hung in the air while she tried to memorize the feel of things, but while she had gone on and stopped, it wasn't the same for the others. Taking advantage of her position while she had recovered.
That was what had meant to occur here. It was pain that she was seeking to feel next, and pain that would come for her iwthin this moment. Out of the three that she had targeted, who she could see was being healed by what medics they've had, there were so many more others involved in this.
Ones who had been charging the best of their attacks, against what imposing power she had gave off, wishing to harm her as they were meant to. Not all of them were going to even use up their energy, knowing their survival and their timing of things, needed to go and align with how long they knew her form would last. She still had so much more energy, and could take so many more blows before it would be too exhausting to move any longer.
Like the night that she had became a False God, it was up to her to create these conditions for herself. All of the beings of power within this universe were scattered, or disappeared for a time elsewhere. Those of who she knew who could come close, didn't hold enough power to really help her.
She had lacked the presence of someone who could really keep up with her in strength, and could really be around. Someone who could know the burdens of what it was like to be in her situation. There was no real hope for someone who could fill that position, but only thoughts of how little help there really was in gaining these forms, at her level of power. What did it matter whether or not divine intervention was natural, when they've already revealed themselves?
How likely it would be, for Saiyans to teach their own kind the False God ritual, and be able to pass that on effortlessly onto others? They wouldn't really be gods by then, having everyone access this kind of power, especially if they were masses of Saiyans. But what did it really matter?
It felt like a sudden thing to be struck one after the other, by various degree of blows. Though even through what pain that she had started to feel all over, she was still able to recognize the smell of blood. That of her own and others. Whether or not it was on purpose or through pure injury, it was a pleasant smell that she had felt out and hold onto. Some of the injuries had lingered heavily, the forces trying to push her back but ultimately failing.
Though a majority of the pain, it always seemed as if her aura took it all away, up until she had actually lost access to this form. Like her own movements, she was able to tell when the others had exhausted themselves, and allowed her to make her next move. The look of their faces, she wanted to see it.
Her eyes had never stopped glowing, holding onto that commanding presence, just as much as she was trying to do the same for the feeling of being hurt, and also what she had done to the others. It was meant to mean something to her, to be so bombarded by those she had knew of. How to actually go and try to nearly kill at least three of them, showed signs of mistrust for them. That they really couldn't be the kind of people that she had expected they could be.
Mixed in with the smell of blood hanging in the air, it was supposed to drive her into being something more. To lose them, and knowing how much of a reality it would be, given the passing time, she had to make up for everything they had ever shown her. Kindness, and all of the human qualities they still carried.
Even the other Antediluvian she had of her allies, still had that kind of light to them, while she was so ready to move on. A sense of trauma was what she had been looking to feel. Madness against the things that were so out of her control. This god form was really something, to be able to make her head so clear, that she was hardly ever in some kind of mood while accessing it. But she had wanted to defy that, and actually change part of what she could feel.
Becoming a god, she understand just why troubles of humanity, was something that was left behind, upon her entering this form. But she was one who wasn't born with this power. A fact that should have made her capable of bending these different reserves, to how she had wanted for things to actually be.
Her presence was described to be awfully overwhelming, the night of her ritual. Nowhere near anything remotely trusting. There had been those ideas she had in her mind at the time too. Beliefs that in order to gain this power, she would have had to kill those who had helped her survive for this long.
She still couldn't really make the effort to do that. But coming close, it was all supposed to mean something. The image was held in her mind like so many other things she was already trying to hold onto, as she made her next movements. Those she had injured, had already healed somewhat, and it was something that she had taken advantage of, aiming to target someone much weaker and unable to defend themselves. They weren't fast enough to.
She had a lot of allies, but of the five who participated and helped her into becoming a False God, it was Mylel that she was choosing to pick out. The Ankoku, with its biological body, had easily been able to tear through spots of the dress she wore. It was only through her own bloodmagic, was she able to hold on and restrain the parts of her body that should remain covered, fixing up and reforming the torn parts. But what injuries she got still lingered.
A lot of things could feel so different, and coming at the weaker Vampire, who had challenged the position of her throne time and time again, it was noticeable what the intensity of her eyes could really bring. She had a certain affect on the Vampires here, but force wasn't even necessary to have them recognize what could happen. For the former Ankoku, it was one reminder of many on just how easy it would be, to send the Vampire flying back.
Though like when she had began this fight, the Majin had been the one to stop the blows again. What made this attempt so different, besides the girl's own obvious exhaustion, which was greater than what she could feel, was seeing the technique being used against her. They traded blows that matched each other, but with how she had recovered enough of her energy to nearly give it her best again, even what force the Majin could muster up her own, wasn't enough.
She had taught her own way of fighting, to a lot of the others here, as a means of defending themselves. But it was only through the act of surprise and greater power, would anyone really be able to use it against her and actually win. The final push of her fists into the mass of flesh that was her ally's body, sunk inside in a way that feeling had lingered, and the smell of blood that wasn't hers, became something obvious. Then came that look of pain.
I still can't care about what's happening like I should.
It didn't matter how many of them there were. A good portion of her strongest were here, and had struck at her with what force they could muster, and it was only due to trying to come close, that those she had attacked, weren't already in worse conditions. They had limited themselves to physical movements, but had it been that of energy, she could have taken down all of them before they could even land a single hit. None of them here were oblivious to that.
She was a force that could have easily showed no mercy, and it was because of that, were so many things so exhausting to deal with. It was wrong for her to do a lot of certain things, because she was a being of power, and this False God form was one of the thing in her life meant to get away from that.
But here now, when it was nearly at the limit she knew this form held, everything that she had been trying to place onto herself, could have so easily be disregarded. The look of pain that they had all felt meant nothing to her. Being in this form had always been an escape. Something that had asserted she was better than what troubles others could try and impose onto her. It was what she had came to the conclusion what being in this form had did for her.
There was no ignoring the pain that she had received, which although lingered here and there, her aura had numbed away the feeling to practically nothing. One of the only things that she was certain of feeling, beyond how much things only ever lingered while in this form, was what she could recognize.
She knew better than others, the differences between needs and wants, but that knowledge wasn't something that brought her any closer into figuring out how to access what she was looking for. The weight of a planet was on her shoulders, to be nothing but stuck in a form she had seen use of for two years.
These people were here to witness, and she had wanted so much to surpass these limits. Wanting and needing. Was there a thin line between the two? The only absolute thing for her, was how much time was running out. She was on the last few semblances of time that she knew this form really had.
There wasn't much left for her to do but forget, as she moved. All of what she had tried to do, since this whole thing had started, it was to grip onto and change what she had felt thought of while in this form. But even trying to picture the deaths of everyone here, as some kind of motivation, it had only led to a fleeting image that escaped her hold, as she moved to attack those she could. It didn't matter anymore if she was attacking the weakest of those here.
They didn't need saving from what they were capable of handling. A lot of it likely had to do with what timing was left, but these last few movements of hers felt less exhausting, despite what exertion she had already done. It made things easy to struck at the two faces of her different targets, as if she really was facing a couple of strangers than those she had knew. Through what had felt so natural, came a certain feeling about what would come.
I don't want it to end here.
Looking upon all of the faces around her again, even she could see that the fiery aura that she held with this form, was starting to grow less sporadic, counting down what time she had left. Her eyes were still glowing however, one thing she knew she could keep on. There had been no order to stop attacking, but those who had participated in all of this, still continued to gaze at her, as if they were expecting to relax her guard and what presence she had.
That wasn't what she had wanted. It wasn't supposed to be over yet. The crowds around here, they weren't supposed to have spectated things all for nothing. She might not have been feeling it now, but she knew exactly what would happen if things had ended. Beyond another failure, there would be witness to herself collapsing from all of the exertion she had done. But for no gain at all. She didn't want that to happen. She couldn't let it happen.
This form and everything about it, there was much to it despite the appearance it gave her, that had her shake off any concerns. Even something like this, and wanting to surpass having it stick around for longer, wasn't something that it didn't mind making her try to ease herself and forget.
The faces around her, their signatures, she had held onto them like what shreds of this form was left. Could see it all in her mind, recognizing just how important it was meant to be. She wanted to be so much more. Her own footsteps had seemed so audible within her ears, even as the others had started to move. But not to continue fighting like what she wanted, but out of concern. Worried that she was going to just fall over with what time was left.
It wasn't going to be this way. That hold that she had always used to access this form, it was a bit different from accessing the transformations she had used to have. There was like a different reserve of power, something separate from the bloodmagic that gave her the natural abilities she had.
When it came to ki, there were a lot of tricks she had based on feeling, that she used to perform it. She was so familiar with what skills she had, it was easy to tell when she was at her limit with a form. All those countless times failing to surpass the limit of becoming a False God, there was a certain line between returning to her base form, and the powers of a god. That line was something she tried to focus on now, as if trying to expel her ki and increase in power. It was difficult to really pay much attention to the appearance itself, but she could see that fiery aura start to return back to life.
The image of what she had wanted came to mind like everything else, though holding onto it was something entirely different. That figurative line was thin enough as it was, and what it felt like she had wanted, was to pull away at it and expand. Make it to where what she knew and what she couldn't surpass could overlap and stay. She wanted to become something so much more than what she already had, to really carry on the burden of a possible war.
I want to be a god.
The image of that Saiyan-Elemi had came to her mind, ontop of what she was trying to focus and hold onto. It had seemed so far-fetched back then, to have really believe in the idea that this power was something that existed. She had knew of the conditions, but hearsay couldn't compare to experience.
Then to really believe that in a universe like this, where everyone was so quick to impose their own will, especially against beings of power, that they could ever really pick and choose who had lived and died. The question came back to her on just how much things had really changed, knowing that here and now in this moment, she was the only one likely to keep that kind of mindset. And she hadn't even really been interested in the proposal.
But that Elemi hybrid had set a precedent she wanted to now chase. Their time together had been too short, for her to take anything of value when it came to fighting, but that ideology in dealing with gods, she wanted to believe that it was a possibility. That she could pull such a thing off.
There was so much ease in accessing the powers of this form, and even after seeing her aura had went back to flaring less wildly, shrinking away instead, that feeling had remained. Everyone around was watching her, but she didn't look at anything. Only held onto that feeling of between.
It felt like it was taking longer than usual for this form to disappear. There had yet to be any pain, but she had chalked it all up to exhaustion. It was fine, and easy really, to decide that she was ready to be tired after all. Her fiery aura had shrunk back completely like the candles of a flame.
Then all of a sudden, she had felt a different sense of power. Her aura hadn't ignited to become something of a wild fire, but there were noticeable differences. She could see all that red had turned into blue, and rather than her body flaring anything at all, the energy had compressed.
It was sparkling bits of blue. Lore on Earth had humored the idea that there Vampires who could do such a thing, but this wasn't what she had expected they could have meant. Actually looking at the others, it was clear this might have been the change that she was looking for, seeing their expressions.
And this power, it was really different. She could feel all of the clarity that other form held, but could also recognize and feel out all of the emotions that she had wanted to escape from. Leaving and bringing it back had all felt so seamless. Even the pain that usually didn't come until after she was out of that other transformation, she could really feel if she had wanted to. Crying out in mad laughter would have been appropriate had she been alone.
But all of this, it was a sign that she had become a True Vampire Goddess. This was new power that could be tested, knowing those who were here, couldn't really feel out her power with the special ki these forms had. Something the others had seemed to realized, as they had gone and healed themselves.
Time she actually had to wait.
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