The First Few Steps [Open]

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It had been a few weeks since Baalbatos had made his return to Earth. And it often surprised him how much he had missed the little blue marble. It was not a world as grand as some of the others in this universe, but it was... quaint. And it had quite the lovely scenery. Particularly the Eastern Islands. And not only were the islands quite pretty, they were more than busy. People came and went constantly, whether it be to the cities or that strange tower that stuck out above the world.

Admittedly, Baalbatos liked to wander the Eastern Islands himself. Often, he flew overhead or walking across the plains, simply taking in the sights of it all. Even now, Baalbatos was able to draw himself away from his work and go for a fly. As he flew overhead, he was vaguely aware of the mass of his weights dragging downwards, wanting to return him to the earth. But he'd learned to compensate.

The silvery white eyes of the demon scanned the plains below him and he flew without aim. It was nice, he thought, to be able to enjoy the world for what it is. At least for now. Baalbatos did not often get to enjoy worlds. In his lifetime, the demon had called three his home: the demon realm, Earth, and most recently, Kyroaas. The demon realm was a violent place and it made violent people. Baalbatos himself had been born from the dark forces of the realm, and he knew how ugly the world could be. His most recent home, the little dreary planet that Lord Qrowen called the seat of his empire was not bad. Baalbatos simply did not get to enjoy it. No, his time was spent directing men and women, filling out forms, and doing all the boring administration stuff that some people were apparently too good to do. It scarcely left the demon with time to breathe. Even now, as he thought of it, a certain weariness overcame him.

Earth, on the other hand, was different. Even though he was here on business, Baalbatos could take some time to himself. And that is how he how he found himself to day. Though the demon was starting to crave some stimulation other than the pretty sights of the world below.

And it seemed he would get his wish. The demon's eyes narrowed as a life energy signature bounced against the wall of his mind. Slowly, he came to a stop in air and focused. In the darkness of his mind's eye, the ki signature was brighter as he turned his attention to it. Very interesting, he thought. It was a large signature, at least larger than he'd come to expect on Earth. With a small grin, Baalbatos turned himself in air and made for the source of the power.

And it was not long before Baalbatos spotted it as he flew overhead. His eyes focused in on the source, a bright blue, bobbing head of a person. A human, he thought. Certainly not what he'd been expecting. He had almost expected another Saiyan, like the one he had met in Satan City. The demon raised an eyebrow in curiosity and slowly descended, the wind of his descent tossing his white-ish hair about.

"Why hello," he shouted on his way down, "I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I couldn't help but notice you out here and I must say that you piqued by interest." Baalbatos touched down on the ground behind her, and quickly attempted to straighten his hair and his red cloak, both of which had been tussled by the wind.