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That was all the other girl being struck down, would have been, had this guy chosen to do so. She might have considered the hybrid to be of use to her, just like anyone else with power remotely near her level, but the first hit was one that was always meant to bestow discipline. The only exceptions was if the energy coming from the attack alone, made it quite clear getting hit meant not being likely to survive against it. Something which would be a waste.
She doubted this guy was thinking the same as she was though. He had already proven that, by not dodging or blocking a hit that could have been so easily avoided. One of the best parts about having power in the first place, was being able to flaunt that sort of thing, however small it was.
Unlike back when she had been on Namek, there was no one around who would have contested against that. She could have easily stopped the girl just as well, but the blonde had only given her mild interest, since she had arrived. This guy was the one to at least keep on her mind, especially with them not being alone. If there was one thing about guys and them gaining power, it was the kind of possible perversions that they could enforce with it.
She had shied away from such ideas, back when she had been a fledgling, not wishing to think of such things as being apart of the world. But the fact of the matter was, it was just one aspect of giving people power, and how some had chose to handle it. If they could be overthrown, that was all the more better.
"It's a merging of minds. One which I assume must hold more of a faint presence than it should, for one reason or another."
That eye twitch was unexpected, but not particularly enough to distract from her line of thought. He wasn't necessarily wrong about what her idea of intimate comfort was. There were several implications there, but it was meant to allude to different things, to turn the mood differently.
She would say she had succeeded in doing so, if he was starting to explain more of this process. It confirmed some of her thoughts on his personality, seeing the lack of another one within there. Supposedly, Majins and Bio-Androids dealt with something similar, but using them was likely a bad idea.
He had already noted himself to be a better being, even though he had flaunted around with asserting that he was a god, yet also not. Easier to just continue on with her observations, rather than drag references to support them, so long as he didn't get too overconfident with his words.
"It never fails tasting like a rush of power, no matter how small the sample."
The gulp that had came shortly after his own thoughts about this fusion of his, had followed up with his eyes catching her lips. She was well aware the reasons for it couldn't have possibly been because she had missed a spot. What she had taken, hadn't even been all that much for it to be possible.
This was more of a result that she had anticipated from her words, her suspicions confirming to be rather true, seeing the upperhalf of his clothing magically disappear, revealing where the wound actually was. Her expression remained rather straightfaced, like what one would expect dealing business.
Really, it was made all the more easy, knowing both where her intentions were here in the first place, and the fact that he was still presently young. If there was any appeal to be had here at all, it was really the sight of the blood itself, which smell only grew stronger with it being fully revealed.
"While the effects last longer having a source, there are conditions that come with proposing such things."
The grin that had came from him, in what was so obviously meant to be a tease, had been a better sight to see than all the groaning for sure. She didn't appreciate being called a creature, but the implications of her own words said enough about it, without directly having to go and state such a thing.
Not that she really even should have, seeing how he had been, with the other girl earlier, denying the insulting way of describing what she was. It was also not anything he had already said, that she hadn't already countered just as well. He could say what he wished, but she was still a singular being.
"I've seen and gone through enough to know where anger and fear should be placed. I wouldn't consider what I had assumed to be the work of some lost group of demons, to be one of them, even with the apparent invasion at the mind."
And this was where he was just so much like the others, who just couldn't piece together what should have been simple. If he was so adamant about power being the answer to things, then the same should have applied as to her reasons for not succumbing to what people like Toru, winded up doing.
She had already made some notes earlier about not really batting an eye, when it came to just attacking towns and cities, when she had brought up Cambia. That kind of thing was no different now, even as she watched his body just go and change again, into a sort of bright light this time around.
"I've acquainted with enough different cultures."
It was still hard to tell however, just what some of the species she's met, even were, without it having been stated outright. So many of them resembled humans, though their inner biology made it rather evident that it wasn't the case. One of the reasons why she just saw humans to be blank canvases.
"You're assuming I even hold my looks rather highly."
The change into a replica of herself, she actually should have saw coming, with it being the go to, when it came to mocking. As if promoting the idea a copy could ever beat the original, as several media has imposed it could. It likely would have made her detest the conversation here, if anything else.
What sounded like the last change, had introduced what she had suspected he must have looked like. Much taller in physical aspects, as it really should have been, for someone with this kind of knowledge and way of words. Made her wonder just what his idea was, to even look as young as he had moments ago.
"I'm sure you could pave the way to what I wish, if I were to feed on a larger sample of blood alone, but things are just never that simple. Like how my trip to Namek had me faced with accusations of wishing to kill the Guru there, I'm sure the same would come, from our being associated, and I've never been the sort to adhere to just one side. If you wish to grant anything, it'd be whatever clarity you can gain from this memorial."
That was the one thing she hadn't forgotten about, even with the back and forth. These type of things, beyond involving being alone in thoughts, was supposed to have achieved something. Bring forth efforts or the like that could have one move on from any doubts that came with this halt.
"You mentioned having doubts, and with how rare it seems to be, actually coming across those willing to destroy cities, I'd rather not see that cease. There's always going to be those claiming to be saviors of the planet, and what gods there are, won't be around to show them different."
The difference in height, as she refrained from changing like he had, picked up her mood.
She was if anything a oddity, Whether it be unflinching or lack of expression or reactions to his demeanor or behavior. He couldn't quite say exactly what it was that was making him hone in oh her fully she had definitely left a impression from how different she was from so many others he'd know or would have expected in such a meeting. Although his blue eyes would seem to show a lightly glint of disappointment. His grin only briefly fading before returning as it seemed he was a little upset his offer had not been taken. He took a finger as a little bit of ki ignited lightly at his finger tip. As if just a hint of the blade technique only at the tip of his finger was to ignite. "My power and standing against gods and would be saviors takes its own route. But in the end I will always simply be the man you see before you. A god of desire and greed that paves his own way. True power has become mine because I had the will to take it... The memorial I have erected here though a sign to one of the darker steps upon that path. While I have lost nothing it still feels strange... Although I would not know if you would understand or not." Turning to gaze upon the face of the woman printed upon the wooden figure that was the shape of the tree. Trying to force the pain further into the back of his mind as his own mental tendrils worked inward briefly. Locking his own mind down lightly rather then trying to force within the girl before him. Her secrets... Were more fun to uncover the old fashioned way.
He looked at her lips briefly as her nature and ways intrigued him so... He wasn't used to not getting what he want and the way he looked at her made the idea of what he considered doing with her along the lines of comfort he implied before. But when he moved his hands he didn't move to touch her. But on his right hand materialized a bottle. A glass flask like that of fine ornament that would have held alcohol or the sorts of nobles to carry upon them. His finger with the small blade of ki would cut a small line into his neck. Think but true as a steady bit of blood would leak forth and within moments filling the flask as he held it to his neck sealing the wound once it was full. With a snap of his fingers a cork appearing as well to seal the bottle as he offered it to her a moment later. Not as upfront as the idea of sinking her actual teeth into him had been. "Consider this a more appropriate gift then if you prefer. You are truly a curious being... You even had some strange encounters on namek. From what I heard of that place and those saiyans it can't have been a pleasent outing. What do you think of it? Namek and its new furry tailed tenants?" He'd take a step closer to her so his hand had to be close to his body when offering her the flask. A few inches between them as he tiled his head to the side eyeing her directly. "What do you feel about me? Its not hard to imagine you know about me and who I truly am. What all I've done and can do. My exploits that carry from this world into the next. Tell me do you truly not fear me as it appears or are you trying to look strong and powerful? I haven't seen on react as you before so it boggles but pleasantly surprises my mind." Sniffing the air as if trying to gather her scent as well as if in some way he was examining her. She was a strange being to him that he was taking a interest too. "Is drinking blood the only comfort your kind seek? Do you have some dear? Do you your allies and friendship like those putrid heroes keep you going? What fine alcohols and food? What about sex? Surely that must still interest you." He'd add probing her lightly as he was figuring out bits and pieces of what she was. His proximity though and his power perhaps a strange sign making it unclear how he'd react if she tried to escape as lucy did. "I don't scare you now do I?" He'd add curious if he'd get a reaction out of her now unlike the other times. Some of him perhaps needing something to be received when playing his games.
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For anyone else, it would have merely been the slightest shift of movements in the body, and perhaps their hands held up, as if ready to strike. But she wasn't in the company of someone who was normal. Any semblance of such, ceased to exist, the moment that blond had left stricken with terror.
At this current time and place, all she saw were signs of distress, coming from someone unwilling to deal with what they had began. It started with all of the groaning at her and the other girl's arrival, and looks of clear distaste, all displayed by someone who had just been in the form of a child.
What she had heard made it rather clear however, that it wasn't anything ordinary. There was intelligence behind it all, and at least some form of self-awareness, to go and accuse she and the other girl to be the insane ones. But what was madness to a Vampire that had took away lives for blood, in the past?
It was nothing that she hadn't been able to overcome on the way here, and left her only wondering if there had been anything else, before the reveal that it was just a memorial she had intruded on. That she hadn't just been playing in the hands of someone with power she had yet to get for herself.
To also find out the one behind all the apparitions, had also willingly walked around in the form of a child, said a few certain things she could try to reason for herself, although doing so would only still have it remain as such. Answers were better than approximations by a long mile.
But information generally wasn't something given for free, and having to 'work' for it, was something she was truthfully unwilling to do. She was one of the Matriarchs on the planet, and their status of power meant they were expected to rule over what population of their kind was around.
This guy, even after breaking away from a form she could take as seriously as breathing, being someone who was apart of the undead, she still had her own reservations intact. He convince himself there was charm in his actions and stares, but it would still appear to her as a matter she had yet to see.
The little bit of ki that had ignited from his fingertips, was more like a warning, than whatever else he must have assumed it to be. An action that she was sure she could have survived from at the current level of power he was displaying, should he have really meant to fully go and strike her.
There was no doubts in that belief, which wasn't able to be proven anyway, as the ki she was sensing had disappeared. That kind of lighting, she had doubted was meant to be some kind of finger beam, knowing what the Kold Demon's techniques looked like, and seeing enough uses of ki in her travels.
To be able to pierce the body in the first place, was going to take a lot more work, if even ordinary guns were no longer a worry for her. This action in the first place, even followed by the words announcing the purpose, still didn't fail to cause the slightest of a frown to form on her features.
"The feelings of loss are based on one's own connections to the person. Any condolence that can be offered, could never hold as much value as experiencing the same."
Whether or not he had been truly serious with his little display of power, she was still able to answer and acknowledge just about anything he could have said, like she already had. Understanding the pain that could come with loss, would never be an issue, for those with even the slightest of rationale.
What was, is the idea that even after being able to reach a power greater than her own, he was still managing to display thoughts that should have been buried. All that stuff that could come from showing humanity, even she hadn't really bothered with, beyond what risks there was to her own life.
If a position of power was going to be taken, things like kindness weren't meant to be seen, outside of displaying that the other was lesser. They were supposed to represent just why they were out of reach, which didn't even require displaying the full extent of his power. The same reminder could be seen without all of the sentiments she was hearing, which still continued to hold doubts and even cared to hear about her own thoughts on the matter.
Had this been the other way around, her only wonder would have been why the guy had been able to get past her allies, beyond the obvious being a difference in power. They might have been incompetent when it came to chasing after their own, but the fault of that was more their caution than skill.
"The new Guru conceded to me upon challenging him, so his people currently has an unfitting ruler. While the Alliance itself holds too much trust in their visitors. That other half they've split from, even with their goal of killing off anyone without Saiyan blood, I'd prefer over this group. Beings of power need people to conquer, rather than what united front they're trying to begin."
For the flask that he was handing over, to be filled with blood rather than liquor, goes to show that he actually did seem to be paying somewhat attention, when it came to the things that didn't interest her. Accepting it wasn't anything she would have any qualms with, but rather the conditions that came for accepting it in the first place. He could keep going on and calling her a creature if he wanted, just like how she could just toss the flask away.
Blood was no longer a thing she was a slave of. The amount that she could drain just seemed so limitless, she was certain if given the chance, she could keep going by the time an army had gathered. Small doses such as this, was merely extra of the vial she had already took when she had awoken.
Namek itself, and the people there, had been pretty much like earth in terms of conversation, ignoring the hostility. The lack of infrastructure as better for the environment, but also meant having to live in a period that relied on the simple things in life. How would they survive against threats?
What peace they made with those Saiyans, couldn't be a guarantee. There would always be a differing opinion in the world, and should that person be given power to do as they saw fit, this reign of peace that was being imposed, could end in the future. The opportunity just wasn't there as of yet.
"Beyond the one swordsman wishing me to play the role you've already claimed, there was another hybrid that summed up your exploits, as merely attacking and destroying cities. It's neither anything I hear their other halfs hadn't already done, nor something I haven't tried myself, albeit in a smaller area. The things he hadn't told, whether it was because he lacked the knowledge, or wanted to preserve my dignity, I've figured out myself today."
With how he had to walk over to hand the flask in the first place, it wasn't a surprise to see him creepy closer, as she had accepted it. The thoughts of what could happen, she had ignored at the moment as she continued to speak. It was these kind of questions that put into consideration the kind of things she did and didn't know, mixed together with her own beliefs on what she had seen for herself, back on Namek of those who knew him and here on earth.
"There's the whole typical idea of a man conquering a woman, should he have the power to do so. Whether it's through bedding what number he could find, or putting them into slavery, I'm certain it's nothing you haven't already done, if the hybrid I'm thinking of and her fear is to be believed."
Once again, the blonde swordsman she had met on Namek, had came to her mind. The amount of fear she had for the man, joined together with his persistence of offering her gifts as if she could be charmed and won over, possibly hinted of the idea that the girl or someone she had knew, slept with the man.
Whether it was willingly or not, she had preferred to keep it as a guess rather than hear the answer for herself, but the fact of the matter was, the universe wasn't always kind enough to give mercy to those asking for it. He had the power to do otherwise, and she wouldn't be surprised.
"Blood is preferable, what allies I have are meant to serve under me, and you underestimate how easily material goods can be stolen by my kind, or how much I've already accepted it's easier on this non beating heart the comfort you speak of."
All these questions were being asked of her, and if he was expecting her to shy away, just because of his close proximity, then it only continued to prove her right about her beliefs. What comfort she had wouldn't simply just end right here, all due to this feeling that she was being challenged.
Her eyes had only flickered red earlier, when she had talked about igniting a spark based on memory, but glowed her own vibrant crimson, now that she was hearing all these questions undermining her own what was essentially her own worth. Everything she had sought to build for herself since turning. Two of her fingers were held out to affirm just what she had meant with his tactless way of directly speaking about what was usually in the back of her mind.
"Take these glowing eyes as what you will, if you must feel satisfaction from the game you're playing at, but they still don't burn as bright as they could be. Fear comes from being cornered, or the act of bleeding out, neither of which would easily happen. Whatever you believe can come from this, be it a kiss or more, I assure you that I'm here to see out business. Your ways can be forced, but they won't garner my interest."
Her red eyes, coming from a face and body that was still young, glowed as vibrant as a candle, than like the light of flames it could be.
Rukia uses Refined Control [x12] for a PL of 3,772,476 as a base for the remainder of the thread, differing in only the color of her eyes.
He chuckled again finding her way of explaining things quite intriguing. Watching her with eyes that looked as if he had discovered a new toy or interest of some king within her. Taking in a long breathe as he often did when considering his words. He enjoyed his power and ability to make those around him wait for his words and more often then not bend to their heed. Even if he had the power to force this one to do anything he wanted he didn't desire such action. Her eyes in either color they could present and her sway. Her natural way and what bits of her mind he could feel calmed him. She was a spirit he could respect in who she was. "Perhaps I'll take a look at this weak Guru you speak of. Namek has secrets I've heard throughout the thoughts of the galaxy. Perhaps its time I visit it myself... The alliance could use another row from me as well. ITs only right I keep them properly entertained after all." He'd say with a jesting grin perhaps curious on how much she knew of his true deeds or his legend. He wondered truly how the stories were told of his dark or great deeds. A majority of the galaxy smaller empires and races praised him as a hero for breaking the chains the empire put around them. While other corners damned him for his darker acts where his dark soul twisted him into dark action. He wondered if she would understand such a draw and thick sensation as the pull to chaos. As if the foul black syrup of darkness oozed itself into ones soul and heart and began to pump through their veins with a slow intensity that no power could stem or stop the flow of.
He smirked at her and eventually reached out a hand to place lightly on her shoulder if she allowed. As if a ancient greeting from a god to man. Smiling at her with a genuine grin that almost looked creepy upon a face of dark twisted minds. Her form and words were something he had not encountered often. Anytime he'd heard lightly similar it was always the stupidity of words fulled by anger, hatred, or pride. Nasu, Komatsu, Flare, Galen, JieShan, nearly all he'd faced held their own pride and power and foolish ideals just as high as he did and always did so with a arrogant manner that honestly just gave him humor. From his first push into death all any of his defeats or opposition had ever done was push him further and further into power. Creating the monster they or if not them indirectly their people feared today. He was not some boogie man made up or simply forged within some magical pit of the abyss. He was a evil or at least a tainted soul forged from the darkness of the galaxy and its actions or in many cases in actions. He'd reach his other arm out taking a step forward attempting to embrace her in a hug. If she didn't resist she'd find his grasp hard to get out of after but hardly anything painful. "I will need to part soon... But can I grant you a gift? Would you like to know a secret? Something that only the toy soldier Komatsu was allowed to gain whispers of? But you... I'll allow you the full story? all you need do is open your mind and say yes." If she allowed him to touch her in the hug his finger tips would lightly bristle up against the back of her head in the embrace just lightly at the base of her skull from behind. A tingle of his mental power poking in from them. AS he waited curious. Possibly holding her like a cherished friend or loving sister with care. Offering her a solemn gift that was a rarity and sites no other in this galaxy surviving today knew of. All she had to do was comply to allow her mind to open more fully.
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She knew there wasn't much she could have done to defend herself.
He should have, just as well, already having admitted that he had much more power she hadn't seen. There was no doubts about that. She had come across so many different cultures since turning into a Vampire, that she was fully aware each species seemed to hold a latent power within them to access.
All they had to really do was draw it out. But even at her best, it just wouldn't have been enough. He had too much confidence for it to be all bravado, and the things she had heard about him, was too genuine to make out the idea that he wasn't some kind of actual powerhouse. So why try and fight?
No matter how many allies she had, who could vouch that she had meant well with her actions, that was just one of the things people so often forgot. She never had the issue of giving up and making any amends if it couldn't be helped. But there was always some kind of way to prevail, if given the time.
Had she had all of the time in the world, she could have used it to ensure she was one of the few, who could resist being simply tossed aside. Easily play the role they wish for her to be, and annoyed her so, knowing those who were self-righteous, merely had such a twisted perspective they were in the right.
Talking about all of these things concerning what actually feared her, memories couldn't help but surface. Both old and new ones she hadn't thought about in months, or had pushed to the back of her mind. The oldest and most profound, which tugged at where her heart should have been beating, brought forth with it the smell of cleaning supplies and dried blood. Glimpses of herself scrubbing at the floors also came to mind, as well as the decision to leave her coven.
Doing so wasn't as easy as she had made it back then. They had just finished an annual culling, but even while injured, the more experienced veterans at the time, were still able to chase her down. It was one of the moments in her life she had likely been first unsure of most, since her turning.
If not for her use of ki, she would have just been another body on the ground. The newest and most recent memory, it turned out to be finding out earth had gotten attacked, while she had been at Namek. She hadn't shown it while talking to the lavender-haired Vampire, but there was uncertainty within her, knowing that all of her contingencies and the like, were banking on the idea that the people who she had informed, trusted her enough to go along.
There was so much she could have lost recently, and would have to rebuild for herself. But even going on and doing so, things just wouldn't be the same. If any of those under her had died, their skills might have been replaceable, but it was their interactions with each other she could only mimic.
A noticeable difference that wouldn't be seen by many, though that was only because they hadn't had enough time to really know the people around them. She served to be all the hopes and resolve the people under her, could have ever dreamed of. It wasn't an actively conscious realization, but she was positive she could recall all the important things about their life, if it truly had to be proven. Though not many was willing or capable of testing her.
That was one of the things that made this guy different. She knew full well he could have just done what she wished of her, and even now, she was sure she was being viewed as an amusement. Each and every passing second never failed to remind her of what she didn't have, and her glowing eyes rightfully because of it. There was so many other memories in her life of uncertainty, just as there were people she knew whose will that she could carry.
"Other than the dragonballs not being inert because of his position, there's really not much. I could have easily destroy it, if their resources weren't a better use."
That was a piece of information she didn't really care for revealing. The artifacts there was under the protection of Koma, while the ones that were still inert here, last she had checked, might as well have been the property of Capsule Corp. Anyone who bought a dragon radar, was going to be under her watch.
If she could gather the artifacts herself, she was likely to make her own planet, and move her kin there entirely. The goal of making themselves the fastest in the universe, could wait, until that was at least in order. She wouldn't have been a good Matriarch, if that couldn't have been at least settled.
This guy, if he really was heading to Namek, might as well do what she wished she could have. She had already told Toru she wasn't planning on going back to the planet anytime soon, with the exception of emergencies. Even then, without Koma specifically asking for her, it would be her allies sent there.
The hand that came on her shoulder, didn't seem as if it would lead to some attack on her. She could still slip away if it came down to things, if an idiot like the Supidoan serving under her, was able to phase his body from the speed he had. Her own being greater, there was no reason she couldn't just as well.
"I have doubts it's nothing I couldn't reason myself, though I accept nonetheless."
Like how what he was suggesting, seemed to involve some kind of mind manipulation, if she had to guess. She so detested anything involving with the invasion of the mind herself, not wishing to really know someone else on that kind of level, but for her, this was just another thing to possibly prove right.
Lots of people tended to keep secrets, and she had no doubts the leader of the Alliance had some of his own. But whatever it could be, it wasn't something she could see surprising her. Betrayal implied she even had any strong attachments, and Koma winding up in being just as hypocritical as that blonde swordsman, only meant she had seen a side he was at least actively keeping hidden. That was simply just nature in general, and an expected flaw.
She could feel a tingle creeping from the back of her skull, which was currently the least of horrors she had felt on the way here. Even if it was labeled as a gift, it must have been one of those instances meant to surprise and get suddenly worse. She could have also been merely pointing the trigger to her own death here, but there was still her own confidence in believing that she could leave if she wished, that kept that part from weighing heavily on her.
Whatever happened, this was the closest he'd ever get to having her as his.
He'd flash his eyes wide as his embrace would become much more tight his arms aiming to tangle around her pulling her tight in his grasp. His body emanating a wild aura as his hair and body shot out light and pinkish aura as well as his own godly brand of power buried within. Using his power and energy to hold her tight and ensure she couldn't get away now. Pulling or trying to at least her head against his so their foreheads could touch and eyes wide open could look into one another nearly touching with such close proximity. His hand grabbing to grip at the back of her head and shove his thoughts and mind in its entirety within her own in sensation and thought. Trying to force so much of his inside her with this moment that she'd not only see what he was about to show her but overload her senses so she'd experience it as much as envision it. Laughing all the while as he tried to pull both her and himself briefly into their own minds and the world of thoughts and memories to feel and live them as if they were in the moment.
A vortex of blackness taking over flashing to unknown locations. A place so dry the very air nearly chocked you and the dust burned your eyes. A dust ball of a planet that was no longer within the galaxy above. A small port and station for incoming ships visible only the far distance as a run down brothel, Tavern, and inn all rolled up into one was standing not far off. The sounds, smells, and sights of a place with little law or decency. Even a hint of nearby blood wafted about as if death or battle was a natural thing here as well. A dark shape above presumably Jarvis as he held the power here. Hovering above within the sky as bellow only a small boy was scene walking about who'd not notice or be able to interact with the Vampire he tried to for the moment trap within here. The dark presence weaving its own energy towards and through Rukia. Watching as in a version of speed images of living memories showed the small boy with aqua hair growing from a child into a young man. Years of undernourishment, beatings, witnessing how little people meant who didn't live within the borders of empires or the more well off corners of the galaxy. He tried to force the sensation to her so she'd feel what it was like. A boy from the age of of his birth unknowing of a family beyond this establishment that took him in. The pain of a stomach left empty for two or three days at a time. The feeling of a belt cutting into ones back or face for upsetting patrons or the pirates and fellows that came through. The sadness of the few kind workers going through the same woe's and pains but being unable to help them. Kindness answered with cruelty and suffering. All the while the laughing echoing out high above. As if a god within the fabric of reality Jarvis laughing out as he tried to fuse these sensation with her own so she'd feel the perfect empathy of what all happened.
Visions at the younger days of soldiers of saiyan or frost demon armies coming through as well. Performing tortures upon the girls and beating other workers. Even some thoughts flashing before Rukia that befell the boy in his youth and young man life that could break other people. The evil soldiers of the galaxy knowing no morals or hesitance to give the worst to these poor planets or their inhabitants. The only kindness from the cries of a wee babe to his young man hood being from the poor and downtrodden that suffered along side the boy. The whores, the beggars, those that had nothing...Those that took him and stood with him as Rukia would see and experience the years in seconds that walked and crushed over them for years. A twist in setting quickly taking hold shortly after.
A young boy finding work to finally get off the world as a career of smuggling and piracy himself was taken. Taking the only opportunities that seemed to present itself as if the story turned page by page as moments ticked away. The faces of each crew and job flashing by quickly. Jobs against or stealing from the empires of the galaxy at great cost. Money coming but with each month or even weeks faces fading as crews experienced death and loss to capture as a regular occurrence. Problems growing more internally to the watched cerulean boy when word of his prior home planet being destroyed in the expansion of such powers. A spiral of drink and other drugs leading to more and more dangerous jobs. Riches and mild reputation coming at the cost of more friends and morality. Years of this trouble carrying him to problems upon PTO's home planet. Which is what lead him to the blue orb known as earth.
The chapters flashing through as if the fabric of reality itself was bending. A boy becoming a man finding demons, saiyans, humans, and other races living together upon this planet. But just when things seemed to forge and light peeked through the darkness the boy was killed within a battle not truly his own. Destroyed by the power of sayians upon a sacred tower upon earth. A demon friend and saiyan guardian's struggle taking his life as collateral damage. Heaven's silence proving a pain and terror for him. The peace strange and unable for him to accept as even in a place of such light he went through a path of seduction and dark deeds. Taking the love of a oni and embracing her in several carnal ways. Using her knowledge to eventually escape and break free. A path leading him back to the living world and in time the saiyan home world by unlucky circumstance. But here he met another demon? Strange creations and a saiyan woman. His pain and desires following with their own to rebuild and take back what he'd lost. To gain power and money from this world that kept taking from him crushing him further down before. With demonic magic and the taste of water dark yet pure. Power surged through him and with a massive power building for him and his new allies. A series of chapters would be seen playing out. The death of hundreds, thousands, and eventual millions, into the billions, an trillions if not more. From the prince to the elites in their almost entirety. His hands began to tear down the empires that ruled the galaxy. He lifted the boot heel that once crushed at his throat metaphorically. An tore the foot and boot from the ankle of this power. An proceeded to cut the body of that empire to pieces. Planets were freed and few soldiers were spared. Only those that begged and surrendered given any quarter. But all elites and those with title subjected to torture and deaths that could curdle ones blood to witness. This campaign spreading across entire galaxies. From the entire vegeta empire leading into PTO's space as well. The darkness within the boy's veins growing more and more powerful with each passing day. A sickness that made things so much easier to do and give into what needed done. The path of blood, Crucifixion, sex, terror, and freedom purified the galaxy at this ones finger tips. As the smallest popper stood high above Kings and nobles in this instance in history.
Eventually even in one chapter leading him to trick his old friends on the blue orb. For his hunger for power and the waters within grew beyond even what the demon queen lover expected. The man stealing the power of the great dragon balls and becoming one with the gods and not just the powers of the moral world. Transcending barriers normally impossible for any mortal to even dream of. But as his darkness grew so did the empty vast black hole within his soul. No pain he could inflict filled it or eased his pain. No fuck would slow or weaken his desires that burned for constant relief. No food could sate his endless hunger. No victory was ever enough to make this world pay for its horrid treatment of his soul and so many others like him. The universe deserved the pain that over eighty percent if not more of its inhabitants experienced on the regular while so few stood proud and rich with all they needed as the few within this mortal realm. Lovers came and went as he went from place of power one and a time wiping entire planets clean. Those deemed the enemy tortured, broken, destroyed. A satisfaction greater then no other to feel as one become the wearer of the jackboot upon the throat of ones foes rather then being under it.
He became unwilling to allow anything to be taken. He had lost and had nothing for so long and what he did taken so many times. Even the people in his life he desired would not be allowed to go. Making children with great women of power and in the end even taking one he loved into his own body to make sure she remained for eternity as a part of him. The body count and pain only pilling higher from event to event of this ones life. Allowing the sites of all this to flash within Rukia's mind. He wanted her to feel it all... Allowing her power to zoom back to herself as slowly she'd return to her own body and mind as the sensation and magic began to release her from this vision. So she could look within the mans eyes that stood before her. Cerulean hues looking back with a dark grin. "Fear what forges from the darkness of nothing. Deprive the soul, take away all that a man is an eventually when you slice away all he is. What will be forged should he rise again will be something to fear. I am a popper, A poor little nothing from nowhere. A no one that rose and tore apart this galaxy. I am a boy made into god. Tell me girl... what do you see now when you look in my eyes?" He'd ask as his power faded and he allowed his grasp on her to slip. All he was, was hers now in memory. Pains and abuses no child should endure as well as a life of horrid existence leading towards a campaign and lavish deformed creation of a god that had all and more at his finger tips the universe could offer. Smiling at her as he resisted the urge to take her right then and there. But he felt a respect for her that was more then his desire. He had shared with her this gift and wanted to know what she thought of it.
But his hands began to weaken as he lost his grasp on her. His link showed her more... AS he lost something in his power over her. More lost within in his own thoughts as a more weakened energy just showed... other thoughts. A ship between the chaos... Blonde hair and a smile that eased a soul. Whispers that brought a soul out from the abyss from time to time. A touch that could make the screams of the galaxy's pain silence for a evening in his mind. A name that burned him repeating in both their minds for a short time. A person that was here but wasn't at the same time. A sensation and memory and sensation of a person that gave him a sensation he wasn't used too. 'guilt' But it didn't stop eating away at his spirit. The monument behind them in the current time a mixed filled thing of ideas and pains he couldn't even understand himself. The darkness within him would feel blacker and colder then even the worst empty black hole in space to Rukia in this link. A emptiness that now had lost almost all its light. The one thing it had been clinging to was now apart of it but without the ability to hold it... to hold her. Something was breaking inside him as he allowed her to see even beyond what he intended too. "What do you think of me! Tell me girl... Tell me waht you see. Tell me what you feel..." almost begging even as he tried to look dark holding her in his grasp and their minds began to weaken in connection. The story... a thing he forgotten how awful it truly it was.
[SSR x44/x45 28,570,652/29,219,985 20% melee used to try and Hold Rukia and force a more strong mental connection 5,714,130/5,843,997 ]
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But she wasn't expecting it to be either. Her assumption that it would suddenly hurt, had been accurate, though she didn't think the cause would be from physical contact. The space between herself and this guy closed as she was pulled forward, the sight of a pink aura appearing from the corner of her eye.
There was no doubt in her mind that he was drawing out his power to hold her in place. And in a way that reminded her of the Majin she left back on Namek, using her mass of flesh to hold the Saiyan, who had also been left back on the planet. Those two, or the Saiyan specifically, could help her out here.
In spirit at least. So many times had those two fought each other, whether intentionally or not, that she was well familiar with the feelings those two had. The Majin so desperately wanted to pin the Saiyan down, to the point where it became so obvious, just how much the girl's limbs must have been working, to be able to reform over the injuries she received. And the Saiyan, who just wanted to be free of those restraints, not caring about what she blasted away.
Both determination and anger, she had done what she could to grasp at these feelings, the world and all of its sounds dulling in and out, as her forehead was forcibly pressed to this guy's own. The power of a Countess. Surrounded by power much greater than her own, felt so much farther than it should have.
She knew it to be inside of her, not even buried away by the invisible chains, hiding away the power of a Matriarch, but it still took so much will to have that power flowing through her again. The process was slower than it should have been, and if not for holding onto feelings she would normally push away, it would have surely receded back within her. There was a lack of control she was feeling, being in this position, and she hated having to feel so weak.
Her body was flickering, like someone being put out of existence, had it not been intentional. Her form took shape, growing a few more inches in height, and filling out what had previously been just the beginnings of a teenage body. What hopes she had not having to ascend into this, had all but burned away.
These eyes of hers, she just knew was glowing more vibrantly, becoming more akin to the intensity of a bright light, rather than a small candle. What weight and pain she was feeling, also started to lessen greatly, but she held onto the reservations that there wasn't going to be much more in store for her.
The kind of laughter that rang into her ears, she couldn't easily just dull it away. Trying to only put more effort she could put to use elsewhere. The grasp she was in just wouldn't budge, and her body had stopped flickering since entering this form, continuing to be unable to simply speed away.
She hated it so much. Wanted this kind of power for herself. To reverse the situation and have him being the one to feel all of this pain. Darkness surrounded her for a moment, before moving away and flashing through locations she couldn't have possibly recognized. Breathing was difficult, and though she might have been undead, it still affected her, from her own perspective. Even her crimson eyes were able to detect the dust burning it.
Throughout it all, it wasn't the space port that had remotely even interested her, but the sight of the blood. Possibly the only thing that could ever make her continue to hold on and bear through this dimension. She couldn't even tell if it was merely illusions, or if they had really warped away elsewhere.
At least, before it had really became apparent of what this all was. Memories. Ones which she had no choice but to feel for herself, as if she was the one these events was happening to. There was meant to be a sense of empathy here, she was sure of it. But just how much humanity did he really believe her to have? The loneliness that came with not knowing of a family, was nothing compared to the nightmares she had as a fledgling, tearing apart her own.
What was a sense of hunger of not having a meal for two or three days, to someone that lived on blood like her, and how if she had even went a day without a drop, it felt as if her innards was being tugged at? Or the feeling that came with knowing she could never fully drink her fill of blood?
There was a seething rage that came with having to experience this guy's pains, as if could match her own. No, doing a comparison in the first place, was ridiculous. His own perspective could try and be imposed onto her all it wanted, but it was nothing that wasn't fleeting, and wouldn't disappear.
He couldn't trap her here forever. Whatever resolve she had, was struck at, again and again, the more this world had continued to move on. It wanted to break her down, and make her forget her own troubles. Buy into the idea that all of the hardships she was seeing and feeling, actually meant something to her. Her own humanity was being toyed, and it wasn't just dulling away like it was supposed to. This was what higher power could accomplish.
She did what she could to remind herself of her own troubles, pitting the issues that came with making ends meet, with glimpses of herself breaking into homes to steal. There were family pictures, and the most girliest rooms she could have seen, but she never failed to fully go along with her decision.
These memories blinked away into nothingness, continued to be buried underneath this guy's own. He came to be exposed to the different beings of the universe through his own way, while she had purposely sought them out, acting as a beacon of power. The things she weren't able to match, like the feeling of death, and what actually happened on the other side, there just wasn't a need to fight. It was information she had only been able to theorize before.
Plenty of people, even before her time, had thought up of so many different depictions of an afterlife. What she saw changed plans here and there, but wasn't one she could truly dwell on. Things just kept moving and coming, but they progressively, at this fleeting moment, got much less worse.
She felt power that wasn't hers coursing through her, only to be taken away as it receded back, as other events unfolded. Nothing really even comparable to her own. There was no constant flow euphoria that dulled away, the stronger she had gotten. It was just something that came and left her body.
All of the deaths, she could have cared less about. It was the smell of blood that came with it, that caught her eye, feeling as if it was being waved in her face, and she knew it was nothing she could actually drink. The dragonballs was another thing that captured her interest, and for this guy to have been able to use them, was just one of the misfortunes of not having been in power much earlier. Slowly, the grasp she felt on her mind had slipped away.
The world flickered back into what was normal again, though she was far from feeling the same way. Out of everything she had seen, it was all of the acts regarding intimacy, that made her wish to gag and feel uneasy, recalling all the spots she just wished she hadn't been given the knowledge of.
Had it not been for her own power flowing through her easily again, and the world she allowed to willingly dull away and sound muffled, she likely would have keeled over right then and there, rather than simply remaining immobile. These feelings passing through her just weren't her own.
She could tell he was still eying her in ways she was just burying underneath, as she listened to him speak. What she had thought of it, was the thing that kept him curious. And just what was he expecting to hear? She had already said she wasn't willing to be one of his women or conquests.
There were people she saw that she hadn't even known, with only a few familiar faces popping up here and there. The fear for this guy, still remained something she couldn't say she wouldn't have done herself, had she really wanted to play the role, and excluding all of the perversions.
"Your focus lies too much on the past. Beyond the difference in our power, I can say with certainty you don't bury your humanity enough like I do. What I have, I continue to move forward with. Power is established onto others, threats hang in the air and can be acted on if pressed, with those under me can lose their lives if they wished. I have no qualms with replacing them with Androids if it comes down to it, because I take solace in the burdens that come with living out their resolves and wishes for them."
It was some time before she was able to even answer, having realized how much she needed to breathe, even if it was all just the illusions of blood magic. So she couldn’t have answers as immediately as she had before. It didn’t help not having known what to even say.
That was what things had summed down to however. All the pain and anguish came from caring inside about what he was even doing. For her, she never really swelled on her own feelings all too often. They were bottled up, and it was only the display of superiority that saw light.
She had no love to cherish, most of those she cared for would die, long before she did, and her thoughts only strived to gaining more power. Playing his role could have been so easy, had she wished to, what with all of the encouragement, but she loathed that the most.
There was too much self-awareness that could come from someone of her power, suddenly choosing to play the role of a Villain. As if there was really any humor that could come from killing the lives of others, and the inevitable death, when someone of more power came forth.
Making amends wasn’t a thing in most cases. Most people would want her straight up dead at that point. But as this guy had revealed, death was something that one could escape. How there was actually an afterlife, which didn’t seem to hold the kind of wonders she envisioned.
It was no wonder demons bothered invading the mortal realm. Her eyes still glowed crimson as she allowed the words to sink in, and it became apparent how much power really differed between them. She hadn’t forgotten about how this latest flare of power, sent another warning.
One more spike, and she was out of here.
TWC: 12,292
Thread PL: 4,655,595 as Countess Of The Night [x15] is activated. Rukia takes 1,058,535 in damage.
He'd chuckle as he'd released her fully. She was strong willed and had a mind and attitude that seemed to remain as unmoving as the sun above. Just as the saiyans had only she at least had a bit more style in her ways compared to other rulers. At least for now anyway she held a interest to him that gave a spark. He would desire her to live long her race curious to him. What she was or perhaps better put become if he was figuring it right from his time within her mind. Whether it one day be a lover, competing ruler, or cherished ally, war comrade. He would be curious to see what the future would hold for Rukia and he. He felt it would be a pity of the fates should their paths fail to cross again. "I live my life for me and as I see fit... Regrets will though come more and more as the power rises and the time goes on. Trust me when I say sadly nothing stays the same. Our goals, desires, empires, lovers, thrones, our very being... It all changes. Not even a god as I can escape that. If anything I am the embodiment of change given my exploits that you know now of. I have even become a god in a way that would be unthinkable on any other explanation or formation of such creatures as I. I desire you Rukia... I'd like to see what the future holds for you. Your ideas of power and whatever you are planning will be of interest. Know my eyes will be upon you along with my desire. Should you ever need my help you may call into your prayers and I may answer if your ever willing to pay for a gods services. After all... I can say without a doubt you are one of the few people in this existence that actually know me now. May what you desire find you and my wrath stray away from you. I would hate to imagine if I must one day slay you." Placing a hand on her shoulder as he went to walk by her a moment after. A calm soft gesture as this meeting would draw to a close an the time to dwell on the past was passing. "Should you ever feel such desires to talk again. I'll try and make myself available." Smirking as he'd take his leave walking a few feet away and flying casually away shortly after. This was not what he'd expected at first when she strolled up with that irritating little creation. But he was interested no more... He'd take to heart his idea of following her exploits a bit in coming days.
---- Exit - PL please
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The chuckling had said it all, more so than the difference in power between them. But it was still hardly anything she would consider to be surprising. Everything he had said and done, he had a right to do, because he had more power than her. There were plenty of people who thought differently.
She had seen it even well before her latest trip to Namek, and being wrongly accused of being out to kill. That she was ignorant of how to approach someone in a position of power. Those people were wrong though, and simply didn't understand that because she had much more strength than they did, what they thought didn't matter. Allowing them to think it did, was just much easier than going against it, and having to fight off people she didn't want to fight.
Things were always going to be much easier, having to put up with people like Cambia, who only continued to survive with her arrogance, because she was kin to the alliance's leader. Her only chance to pay the blonde back for her hostility, just wasn't satisfying, continuing to talk down about her to Toru.
She wanted the girl beaten down to an inch of her life, and continue to suffer what this guy had already put the girl through. That much was fitting, for people who saw themselves to be so self-righteous, they couldn't even bear to just sit around and talk. Went and challenged those they shouldn't.
If she only had the kind of power where she could go unchallenged by most, that would have been one of the things she would have ensured. Preventing people like the swordsman, or that lone male Saiyan, who had no place or affiliation among Namek, from carelessly approaching her like they were truly important.
"If you do head towards Namek, try and stop by to see Cambia. The girl needs to be reminded she can't act like a divine power."
The connection between them was present on her mind at the moment, but she knew it wouldn't be much long, before it would disappear. Everything she had learned wouldn't necessarily just go away, but rather be suppressed, as the hold he had placed onto her leaving, would mean her own senses could fully return and settle back. As one of the world's Matriarchs, her innate desire to overseer the rest of her kind, would get in the way of things.
What people she saw in those memories, and the bits of knowledge she found to be important, she'd find herself thinking more about turning others, or giving a listening ear to fledglings. It was an inconvenience which she could only overcome, likely after she was strong enough to be an Antediluvian.
There wasn't much she was able to respond, to the things that he had said because of it. His voice already became muffled to her ears, and while she understood it all, perhaps it was best not to comment on it. Leave him to walk off, believing he really did have a chance to charm her.
What he said about sending him a prayer and that he'd show up, was suspicious, and something to keep in mind for herself. She knew he was capable of doing it, but the last thing she would wish anytime soon, would be seeing him. Doing so in the first place, was admitting she needed his assistance, when she was so willing to push away her own allies against a threat, if it meant they were the ones who'd survive. His figure disappeared as he flew off elsewhere.
Which meant that she could start leaving herself. Her body flickered again, and with it, came her form changing back as well. Those crimson eyes of hers went back to her normal brown ones, and the power she had taken out, was placed back inside of her, having not seen use beyond willing herself to have her mind remain intact. She couldn't help but look back at the wooden tree, where the face carved within, she now knew its likeness belonged to Shizen.
That blonde, along with those other women, somehow were able to really find themselves falling for a guy like that. Enough to where most of them beared his kids. She would never understand it, or really even hope that she ever would. Turning away from it, and in the opposite direction from where he had gone, she had left on foot, the world blurring around her. There had been enough flares of her own ki, to know one of her allies should have had enough time to arrive to this location, and wait for her there. Having two guests from Namek, and wishing for them to do something, it would likely be one of them.
Although there was another signature within the area that she didn't recognize, but was able to pin down was a demon. It had quite a bit of power to it, and after having her own mind probed, and her powers out of her grasp, this could be the opportunity she should grab to ensure no performance issues.
Maybe even add another person to her cause.
TWC: 13,163
Taking PL and Exit
King of All Tagging to say Satsu or her man, would have had the duty in coming out towards Rukia's location, and waiting on her, which will be referenced here.
Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
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