The Devil Went Down to Satan City (Open)

Suddenly, Baalbatos was aware of a creeping presence on the back of his mind, a growing pressure that was swelling as if to alert him to a newcomer. It was a ki signature, one that ballooned outward when compared to the people that surrounded him. How had the demon missed it before? He blamed the city lights. They blinded him and distracted him with their splendor. Baalbatos had always loved cities. They were memsmerizing, especially from above.

Baalbatos turned himself towards the source of the ki signature, his eyes moving about in the crowd. And finally, his eyes locked on a young man. Him, he told himself, it has to be him. His eyes examined the man up and down for a few moments. He seemed to be rather... Normal. But as Baalbatos closed his eyes and focused, he was sure of who he was looking at.

Baalbatos approached the man, who seemed to be looking at him, or at least in his general direction. And the man was flanked by a small dog. Perfect, he thought. Baalbatos had a keen interest in dogs. Though they might be called man's best friend, the demon enjoyed their company as well. Smart, he reminded himself, and loyal. Two things he appreciated in all creatures. And it did not hurt that the animals were quite cute.

Baalbatos raised a hand in greeting and shot the man a wide smile. "Hail, friend!" He exclaimed happily, "I don't suppose you were looking at me were you? I assure you, I might look unearthly, but you'll find that I'm quite civilized!" He laughed as he spoke. This, he told himself, might be interesting. Those of great power often made for interesting encounters, and Baalbatos was definitely on the prowl for such excitement. Perhaps the newcomer might provide.

Baalbatos grinned in amusement. So, he thought, the boy had been looking at him. Not that Baalbatos minded at all. He quite liked having eyes on him. The spotlight suited him, and he was pleased to know that he stood out among the people of the city streets.

And it was with curiosity that Baalbatos raised an eyebrow as he watched a tail unfurl from the young man's waist. Well, thought Baalbatos to himself, that was quite the surprise. It seemed that the man was a Saiyan, or at least partially one. Interesting, indeed. A Saiyan had been the last thing that Baalbatos had expected to encounter. But he was almost glad to have encountered one. There was never a dull moment when those of the apish persuasion were around. Perhaps it was in their blood, he thought, that wild nature that made them so fun to be around.

Baalbatos chuckled as the man spoke. No need to be civilized when around him? Yes, thought Baalbatos, the man was definitely of Saiyan blood. 'Civilized' and Saiyans did not often go hand in hand, but neither did 'civilized' and demons. Baalbatos had seen more than a few rowdy demons who would give Saiyans a run for their money, and Baalbatos liked them just as much as the tailed aliens. "Well said, friend," chuckled Baalbatos, "Civilized is often boring. We all need to cut loose every now and again." Baalbatos turned his eyes up towards the moon. Of course, he thought, the moon was not what brought out his own wild side, but he could not help but feel a little primal spark. No, his wild side was brought out by the Makyo Star, the ball of demonic power that sometimes reared its ugly head and show bright down on them. Baalbatos loved the feeling of its power. A shame, he reminded himself, that it often... took control of him. Even now, he could feel that hellish power creeping beneath his skin. But he knew well enough not to reach for it. He did not want to lose control. Not now.

The Saiyan asked Baalbatos where the demon hailed from. A complicated question, thought Baalbatos, but easier to answer than if he were halfbreed. Halfbreeds were an interesting curiosity to him. Briefly, he wondered if he had sired any. It was possible, he thought, but he knew not of any. Instead, he simply shrugged it off and smiled instead.

"Well," he began, "You're right in guessing that I did not come from Earth, though this isn't my first visit. Sometimes I wish I could call Earth my home, however. It's quite lovely. But no, sadly, I live offworld. My employer and I came to Earth for business reasons, and I thought I might enjoy the city night life while I have a free evening. It would be nice to see the lights of the city once more before we eventually ship off for home."

Baalbatos chuckled as he thought of Kyoraas. That was his home, yes, as crappy as it could be sometimes. "But even that isn't my true home. But I won't bore you with the details. Tell me, tailed stranger, where do you come from? It's not often I see a Saiyan."

Zeni, please!