Seize the Night (Private)

Heizen lay meditating in the corner by himself as the boy had lay recovering from their brief yet intensive clash. The Demon hadn't expected it to escalate as far as it did, but then again he hadn't been expecting to encounter such a rare power. Now that the boy was recovering he couldn't help but wonder to himself in the darkness - just what the hell did he think he was doing? "This kid could be my greatest adversary one day... the point of coming to this planet was to check out my competition for when I someday make my claim on this world... Not to raise an altogether new foe to surpass me...," he murmured in the recluse of his mind. Such was the consequence of his whims. Had the boy not had Demon Blood in him he might not have even bothered. But there was something intriguing about the boy that the Demon just couldn't ignore. He had heard of Demons fornicating with the mortals of this universe but he had never heard of them doing so with Saiyans. Saiyans were powerful and brutal, and so many Demons feared their power. It seemed interesting that there were demons who combined their abilities with the Saiyan genes. Such offspring had the potential for limitless power. 

"It's amazing that the Kaioshin's have done nothing about this upset of balance... for such offspring to exist. Normally they'd care about the danger of such an unnatural power. Perhaps there are more pressing terrors in this realm right now that have steered their minds...," he thought practically to himself. That would mean there was someone in this Universe generating enormous power. It was a shame the Jackal was not astute in his ki control yet. He was curious to see if his theory held water, but his energy sensing could not extend very far at his current level. 

Eventually his long introspection and meditation was at an end. The boy had finally woken up, as Heizen had sensed his power level returning. When the boy recovered he would likely find that his powers had increased dramatically, as Heizen's own had. Their training session had done well to boost their power levels, but Heizen was unsure if he wanted to partake in such a thing again. At least for now. The boy began to prop himself up against a wall, having at least the strength to chat it seemed. That was good. Heizen was curious of a few things, which was the central reason he had bothered waiting around this long. The Jackal Demon opened his eyes, though his floating stance did not change. His red eyes stared at the boy in a more resigned fashion.

"I wouldn't thank me, halfling," he said plainly. It had no malice in it nor snark, but was rather calm and passive. "In that match- no victory was claimed. You have Saiyan Blood in you, but mixed with our Demon powers... you are a fierce one yet," he murmured to the boy in response to his gratitude. 

Heizen was not fond of the way their match had ended, but he hadn't expected the boy to not only display such power but to be able to concentrate it into a single point like that. "Attacking you at the end before you finished was not common behavior for me - but if you had fired that attack the results of our session would have been... a bit too conclusive for my tastes," he said. One or both of them would be dead. And though he did not know the boy- Heizen did not wish for any Demon (even a halfling) to fall if it was not necessary. Silence filled the air for a moment before the Jackal finally responded to the boy's question.

"My Name is Heizen," he finally responded. 

"So that power... have you learned to control it?" he asked. It was vitally important.  


[TWC: 653
Stamina - 1/3 (+1 restored)
PL is 16,482 with LWC (21,976 Actual PL)] 

Heizen could tell that Suusao was young like he. Though the two's appearances would not hint it - the two were actually around the same age. He seemed so confused as to the Demon's intentions. Heizen could tell given the strange silence and the way the boy looked at the Demon with fear. He didn't blame him for fearing. Many people on this planet were frightened by his appearance. Truly he did not understand the concern, but part of him figured it was a compliment. It meant he looked powerful (at least to him). At the same time however it annoyed him. He had done nothing to these humans and especially this halfling-demon and yet he was looked at with such apprehension. However this annoyance was quelled by the boy's comment that he found amusing. "Is that so?" he asked with a cocky smirk. "Don't be foolish, Suusao. You may have rested a little and woken up but you're hardly in the shape to fight. We Demons unfortunately don't have the ability to regenerate," the Demon explained matter-of-factly. A part of the Jackal Demon craved that power that Namekians and Majins had. Heizen's smirked faded as he returned to his more serious demeanor. "You needn't worry. I am curious of your potential, but if I wanted to do anything bad to you; I'd have just killed you right then and there in that plain," he explained rather bluntly. The boy then seemed to sit still for a moment, creating a dull silence between the two as the Demon waited. Eventually Suusao spoke the question on his mind, and it was not one the Demon found amusing.

He got up from the hovering meditative stance and stood tall in the darkness of the lit cave. "Don't get things mixed up and make stupid assumptions. You're still part-demon and I don't go around killing my own kind pointlessly," he said rather offended at the boy's question. He wasn't a bloodthirsty killer. He had killed out of necessity and his own defense. "It is the Saiyan blood in you that's more savage and bloodthirsty. I'd fear that side of you more than your Demon half," he muttered to the boy. Saiyans were the brutes of the Universe. All they craved was battle and destruction (generally speaking), and their factions had spread much terror in the Universe for quite some time. "Tell me Suusao... what exactly do you know about being a Demon? Did whichever parent from the Demon Realm ever explain to you what being a Demon actually means?" he asked with a quizzical brow. The Demon's curiosity was the main reason he even bothered to stick around this long. He'd have rather dropped the boy in a hospital and continued in his solitude otherwise.

Pending the boy's question - he'd focus on that for now. He didn't have any concrete answer for the boy yet that would satisfy him. So focusing on this was more important for now...

WC: 492 + 653 = 1145 TWC
PL [Same]

Heizen was beginning to regret sparing this boy, even if he was one of his kind. "He can be quite annoying," he thought to himself, his anger beginning to claw at him as he listened to the boy's rather lack of focus and rude way of talking to him throughout this interaction. Heizen didn't have to stick around and wait for the boy - a fact that he seemed to forget. It was very grating. The two stood there in sullen silence as Heizen awaited an answer from Suusao. You either knew something about Demons or you didn't. In Heizen's mind the Demon must have either left Makai and joined whatever mortal he had shacked up with, or he must have either died or left the mother with the child. The latter would be the more Demon like thing to do, but alas it did not same that was the case. But in the end- if Suusao did know something it seemed he forgot. He offered a weak response that he didn't think so. "Being a Demon is different from being a Saiyan and yet it is not. There is a strict Hierarchy in the Demon Realm and a constant power play of power, much like with Saiyans. You have to be strong or you will be enslaved or killed. A constant battle for survival in a race that typically cares nothing for their own," he explained. "I however am one of the few who does care. If Demons do not care about other Demons, then there is none in either half of the Universe who will. Just about every race that is not a Demon will hate us, will hate you. It is the reason they forced us into another Plane of Existence in the first place"

Heizen looked at the boy with those red eyes passively. The boy had value to him until he proved too much of a trouble. Heizen had morals, but they could only be tested so far. Though he suspected even the boy would come to understand this. Suddenly he was asked about the boy's father. Heizen admittedly was pretty curious of this, and so he listened to the boy's question. But the question was rather... distressing to say the least. Heizen did not show it, but internally he was a little terrified at the name he heard. "Oda... I know that name. He was the Fourth Strongest Demon Lord among the Twelve - at least before he disappeared mysteriously. Now his position has been taken over by Etrigan," the Demon thought in the recluse of his thoughts. Who could have ever guessed that the Demon Lord had had a Half-breed son with a Saiyan. If this kid unlocked the potential of both one of the Demon Realm's mightiest Demon Lords and the dormant power of the Super Saiyan, then he might be Heizen's biggest rival. "The Demon Lords are the station above mine. They oversee the sub-sects of the numerous Demon Clans throughout Makai," he muttered with some annoyance. Heizen now definitely regretted saving this kid.

He could very well be the one to stop his future conquest of the Planet. And he had already enough competitors to deal with. To make things worse - Suusao's power began rising rapidly. He could not fucking be serious right now. Was he seriously trying to pick a fight after just being saved? Heizen sighed as he instantly began to power up to his maximum power, though even that didn't seem to be enough to defeat this boy in his current form. Deactivating the jewels within his armor - Heizen began to feel his power get a slight increase (though even that wasn't enough). At the end of the day Suusao's Saiyan blood gave him an edge over the Demon. Thankfully for Heizen - Suusao was about to get a firsthand lesson on all of the basic know-how of the Demon Race. "I just spent all this time waiting for you to get up. Do you seriously want to go right back to fighting right now?" he asked the Saiyan with an intense glare. Suusao would sense Heizen's ki began to grow fierce. It was rising beyond his maximum due to circumstances the child may not yet understand.

But if Suusao didn't back down. Heizen wasn't even sure himself if he could stop himself from killing the boy. "Now is not the time. But to answer your question: I guess Makyo Saiyan has a decent ring to it," Heizen said. 

[749 WC]
[1894 TWC]

(Weights Removed)
(PL = 65,928 due to Demon Heart x 3 PL... but yet it's still growing...)  

And this was exactly why Heizen hated freaking stupid Saiyan monkeys. They were so driven obsessed by their lust for battle that they refused to listen to reason and ignored all gestures of kindness offered to them. He frowned at Suusao's reluctance to back down from a fight and to just listen to what he had to say. Heizen didn't like being ignored. And he certainly didn't like being taken for granted. "Very well. Since you won't see reason... you'll learn there's ever more to learn about the Demon Blood that runs in your veins. Watch carefully, little hybrid," he muttered aloud as his ki continued to rise beyond it's normal parameters. Heizen hated using this power, and had only ever done so once before in his albeit short, yet busy life. The Makyan Star Transformation was a desperate power up for a Demon to undergo to vanquish ones enemies. It left one without sense of reason. And now he was channeling all that power and directing at Suusao. This would be his punishment, his sentence for his lack of gratitude toward the Demon's gesture of kindness. "Once I enter this state, I honestly don't know if I can stop myself from killing you," he muttered quietly before the color faded from his eyes entirely. 




Heizen's eyes became a hollow shade of white with no sign of life in them. His body morphed from its previous state into something much more barbaric, lifeless. It was as if he had become evil itself. Growing from his previous six-foot appearance into an eight foot goliath, his ears displaced and turned into horns. His armor burst open and left on the floor with a loud thud, as his skin hardened into a black steel and protruded spikes all across. His ki turned from its usual cool, dark-blue resonance into pure black with red streaks. His power was overwhelming -and much like Saiyans and the Oozaru-state- Heizen could not control what happened from here on.

He was a slave to his inner impulses. He was a slave to Hell itself. Whatever specks of honor and virtue the Demon held in his heart were replaced by the primal rage burning within him like an inferno. His voice was no longer the cool, calm low resonating tone but more like the growl of an animal ready to pounce. And its gaze looked hungrily outside the cave toward its target- the boy who had brought this out of him. The boy who had incited the wrath on himself and the others to come. 

"Kill," was all the Demon could mutter as he began walking out of the cave with that violent, hungering gaze and a slow, intimidating stroll...The boy would know real pain soon.

---

 
A long time ago, when Heizen was still just a boy serving under Malokai in the Demon Realm. He was already five feet tall and growing in strength with a power level of eight hundred. He journeyed through the Portal with Malokai onto a small planet in Free Space. The average power level was 4,000 and thus he and one of the Demon Lords, Lucius Mortos, had been sent along with them to pillage resources from it to take back to Makaii. It was conveniently timed with the placing of the Makyo Star in alignment to aid the lesser demons in putting up a decent fight. The lower demons were ordered to transform and kill as many of the settlers as they could. "You have one job, Heizen," Malokai told him as he nudged the Demon boy to follow with the others. "Make sure it's carried out," he said with a glare. 

The boy really hated his master sometimes. And so he journeyed with Seid and Thanas with no question. They were older, but still children as well. Their powers were still in development at a mere five hundred a piece. The Demon children flew together in a huddle as they scoured one of the many cities of the purple planet Graxnus. The Graxans were a beastly species resembling Earth's porcupines in a sense albeit much bigger and bipedal. Their main resources were plentiful food along with a special type of wood for housing in the Demon Realm along with many other trivial things. Heizen wasn't sure how to feel, but he knew he could not disobey his master yet. He was still far too weak to defend himself, and he wasn't all for another beating.

"Stop there, Demon!" one of the Graxans cried as a group of five swarmed the Demon children. They were each six to seven feet tall and wide beings. Heizen knew that this would be a difficult fight. "Surrender. The Demon Realm claims this planet's resources for the Demon Lord Mortos - who serves the Royal family itself," Heizen said to them aggressively. 

But they did not back down. As the red star's alignment circled the stars, Heizen and the two demons began to siphon its dark energies from the Starlight. Their minds began to blank as they drew in the power, but they were doing as they were told. They could not remember what happened after.

When the fighting had ended - the Demons awoke to find piles of corpses stacked onto the city. The Demon Clans under Mortos had extinguished all life on the planet in a single night. Children, Women, Men - they were all killed the same in a brutal slaughter. What was once a proud city was a graveyard filled with dead. Heizen could not even remember the dozens he himself had killed under its influence. All he had felt was raw power. And though power normally was a good thing - even he felt something uncontrolled like that was disgusting. A few of their fellow demons had killed each other in their rage due to the intensity of the Makyan Star Transformation. Perhaps one day they could control it, but until then Heizen felt it best to never use such a form. Of course Malokai probably felt differently. Yet another reason to loathe the master...

---

Back in the present day - Heizen had broken his rule once to punish the Hybrid Saiyan who had caused him such a grievance. The boy had enough power to at least get away if he played his cards right. But how many would be sacrificed in his name? How many lives would the uncontrolled Demon end in pursuit of his prey? Though Heizen would not find himself accountable, the boy most surely would. If any part of him was worth anything at least to the mortals on this side. The demon let out a quiet, raspy growl as it searched for its prey. Though the Demon lost all control of itself - it could still feel the power of the energy swirling outside gathering to harm him. It angered him. Lifting his hands behind his head - the Demon focused all of his energy into a large black sphere. Blue streaks danced across the surface of the ball as a huge concentration of energy gathered around him. This was Heizen's Midnight Bomber.

The very same attack he had used before to defeat the boy in their last session - except darker, and much more powerful. Suusao was not ready for power like this to come his way. As Suusao fired his sphere - he would find an enormous wave of ki would fill the entirety of the entrance as it blasted off in his direction. The sphere was merely a minor obstacle to the mighty beam which sought to claim the boy and envelop it in all of its rich, dark power. With a mighty explosion a sharp wind would come from his destruction as a pocket of air formed from the sheer force. Emerged did the Dark Demon Beast as he searched for Suusao. Assuming the boy could get up after that- Heizen would appear before him in mere moments to grab him by the throat - and smash him into the ground. 

This is what happened when you played with fire. Or more accurately: this is what happened when you pissed off a powerful Demon warrior who could grind you into dust. Heizen didn't care who this boy's father was.

He would show him terror. Terror unlike anything the poor child had experienced before. 
 
[PL is now a skyrocketing 219,760]
[219,760 PL for OT-3 Midnight Bomber. Clashed against and easily wiped Suusao's 69,043 sphere resulting in 150,717 PL of damage to dodge or counter (considering you have 1 stamina point left I'd recommend using Makyo Power and countering more of the damage with an OT-1).]

[Due to being over 50% of Suusao's PL Heizen is immediately following that attack with a grab and smash. Damage is 10,988 PL]
[Stamina = 0/3] 

[WC: 1385]
[TWC: 1894 + 1385 = 3279 TWC] 

[NPCs are at 125,000 each. Neither one possesses a trans "due to their age". While he could individually probably beat both of them he is supposed to back-off by the end of all this lol.

Also IDK what minor injury healing means on DBU so we'll just say your "health" is at 25% rn. Meaning functional but not exactly tanking any more serious OT-3's without consequence <.<]

Heizen was surprised that the boy did not put up more of a fight. Though his form was terrifyingly powerful and difficult to control - the boy should have at least been able to use the power of the Makyo Star and ward off some of the damage. By some miracle of fate the boy survived - though Heizen didn't have long before he was blasted away by the combined efforts of two newcomers. It was odd to the Demon that he had not sensed them approach, but then again they were distinguished warriors and probably had the ability to mask their power levels prior to their arrival. Their combined energies were powerful, capable of causing the Demon to be launched back quite a bit by their overall strength. He even took some damage - his body still recuperating from that devastating blast leaving him wide open. How... unfortunate for him. The Jackal Demon found himself damaged sufficiently, but not enough to warrant serious injuries. His body was covered in bruises, having felt like he just took a major hit. He had to be more careful about utilizing so much power like that. In a real fight they could have killed him - as his defenses were quite down from the fatigue of the attack.

"So the cavalry has arrived, has it?" the Demon growled in his transformed state with his vibrant, angry tone. It was the first words he had said since he had bothered to transform. Though this gave away his "pretending to lose control" bit - at this point there was no reason to hide it anymore. The Demon made no actions as he watched the two banter back and forth with one another in talking about the boy. So he had quite the little family it seemed. All these people caring and protecting him...

It just made Heizen madder.

A part of him was jealous of the boy's fortune, while also disgusted with it at the same time. He had grown up knowing only power, status, and loyalty. The concept of "love", "family" and "happiness" were all mortal-concepts that they rarely themselves truly believed in. Heizen had been watching the people of this planet from afar for days and he had noticed they were just as ruthless as he was, if not more so. He had seen murders, he had seen violence, he had seen what they call "evil". And yet his kind was to be blamed for all their choices. "The Devil made me do it," so they would say. It aggravated him down to his core- their hypocrisy. But Suusao seemed to be one of the lucky few in this Universe to actually have such sentimental rubbish. Well. Perhaps his punishment should be less the terror of pain...

Why not settle for the Pain of Loss instead?

Heizen looked at the two veterans in front of him. Their energy was indeed intimidating when they fought together. This would be a hard fight - especially with the boy joining in (though Heizen honestly doubted the boy could even provide much help in his state). One of them was a humanoid.. so he was probably either an Earthling or a Saiyan if he had to guess. Perhaps he was the boy's mentor of some sort. Someone had to be training him on this planet after all - for even a Saiyan could not reach his level of power by himself. The other however was easily identifiable, and it brought glee to the Demon's heart. "Former Demon Lord: Oda Nobunaga. How you've fallen," Heizen murmured across. The Demon Lord's power was pitiful compared to what it had once been. As the Fourth Strongest Demon Lord- he had commanded an army capable of taking nearly any planet save for the perhaps the Saiyan homeworld. He was a hero to the lower demons for his power and his ruthlessness.

"It's been nearly two decades since you disappeared. Living in exile for so long has done nothing for your power but sever your connection to the Makyo Star and the powers of the Demon Realm....Now you have nothing to show for it save all but a Saiyan whore and a bastard son," he hissed. Oda disgusted him. "You'll look back on that as your fatal mistake." Heizen wasn't sure what his father meant to Suusao - but whatever it was he would take it away. "Prepare yourselves, men. For I won't be playing nice anymore..." he said coolly behind the dark veil of his empty, white eyes. Heizen knew however that even with his strength a three on one would be disadvantageous. He had made his peace. He was tired of the boy and his curiosity had dwindled. It was clear he would not be a friend but rather a rival. And he would keep that in mind for the next time. "Until next time...," he ended as Heizen flew off with a black streak of light. They wouldn't be able to stop him, but he still kept his sense on-point in case.

Next time he would have at least one of their heads. 
 



[Took 1 OT-1's from both due to having no stamina to dodge or block. 144748/219760 "PL Health" sort of remaining.]
[Stamina is now 1/3 for no stamina techniques used this post]
[WC: 849]
[TWC: 3279 + 840 = 4128 TWC]

[Exeunt Thread]


EDIT: Choosing to end the thread here. I kinda need the WC we have so far bud for IRT related events.  

So respond to this and we can settle into a more high-stakes battle next time. The Rivalry has been officially sparked. 

Staff: Would like PL please~ <3