Kings, Tyrants, and Demons
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Demon Reborn
A/N: Looks like I'm updating sooner than I thought. yay!
Well, this chapter is a bit short but I think it gets the point across.
Enjoy!
Special thanks as always to loverly beta Pixelgoddess.
Chapter Fourteen: Demon Reborn
The pins and needles sensation spread from his wrist up his arm. He rubbed at it feverishly until the smoke dissipated and he was left staring at the quaking forms of the remaining white-robed priests. They looked upon the fallen form of their leader in horror, their lined faces paling as if it was their own blood draining upon the floor. It wasn’t long, however, until they turned to gape at him.
Hatred and rage washed across their features and without a word the ten mages collectively brought their palms together to draw on their considerable powers. The air thickened with electricity as ki was harnessed between each glowing green palm.
He watched them with a sluggish sort of detachment until the burning balls of light were focused on him. He didn’t attempt to defend himself.
The tingling sensation had subsided by this point leaving his arm slightly numb. Ignoring the wise men, he raised his hand to inspect it, a bizarre expression materializing on his face. A noise came from him, foreign even to his own ears. An incongruous chuckle, quiet at first, grew until its cold tenor reverberated off the walls. Throwing his head back his laughter reached a crazed pitch as if the entire thing had been one big joke that only he was privy to.
The sages regarded him with disgust and no small amount of weariness as the murderer in their midst guffawed at them. A few less courageous—but perhaps more wise—cast anxious looks at one another but did not falter as they gathered the last of their energy, only a second away from their joint attack.
Piccolo’s hysteria subsided enough for him to take a deep breath. He straightened and wiped a tear from his eye. The wise men took this as an opportunity and without further delay released the deadly orbs growing in their hands.
“Yeah right.”
With an arrogant shrug and a careless wave of his hand the entire building disintegrated into flaming ash.
Moments later he walked from the vaporized abode, humming to himself as he casually blasted the surrounding servants’ dwellings into nothing.
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Morie’s island, once teeming with life, was charred black. Vorosu’s gaze swept over it slowly, searching for any signs of survivors.
There were none.
There was no trace of the sacred white domed buildings or its lofty robed inhabitants. Nothing at all but smoke and burnt soil.
A dark smile curled the edges of his thin lips.
“Well, there’s one thorn out of my side,” he said to himself, not believing his luck, “now let’s see if we can take care of another.”
‘Another’ referred to none other than the leader of the Rijux, Master Boq himself; the lazy, rash, mind-numbingly stupid, and horribly powerful man that made Vorosu’s life much more aggravating than it needed to be. But one thing at a time; first he had some convincing to do…without losing his head in the process.
He found him easily enough. Piccolo Daimaou “Demon from another world” was lounging on the only blue-green spot left on the large island upwind from the gusts of burning cinders. His face was calm as he basked in the afterglow of his small-scale destruction. From high above, Vorosu’s shadow fell over him, and without bothering to open his eyes the Earth-born Namek merely raised a finger to blast the annoying individual who was blocking his sunlight.
Thinking fast, Vorosu brought his hands together.
“Nicely done,” he commented after his short applause, “But the question remains; what are you going to do now?”
As the pirate hoped, Piccolo cracked open an eye to regard the other Namek floating in the sky.
“Are you going to continue with the rest of the planet?” Vorosu asked. “You might as well; the Dragonballs are long gone. There really isn’t any further use to the place if you ask me.” He shrugged indifferently, brushing some imaginary dust from his crimson and green armor. Smiling crookedly he added, “But you may want to know that everyone is on their way here. Morie’s death was felt by his children; it didn’t take long for them to put two and two together.”
Piccolo merely scoffed and closed his eyes again.
“They blew up your ship.”
Vorosu smirked as the other warrior’s eyes snapped open in alarm.
“Well what did you think would happen?” he drawled. “You must not have planned this out very well.”
The taller Namek was on his feet by now and sneering up at the bastard who had ruined his good mood.
“I guess I’ll just have to take yours, now won’t I,” he said coolly.
Vorosu managed to look unruffled although the black eyes focused on him were making him very uneasy.
“Oh? I didn’t know you could pilot a Corinthian ship.”
Apparently he didn’t if the look he received was anything to go by.
Piccolo bore his fangs threateningly, his pitch eyes not wavering. The Rijux soldier hid his discomfort by continuing to inspect his uniform for anymore non-existent dirt.
“You’ll get me off of this fucking planet,” Piccolo growled, “or you’ll die a death that will make the devils themselves look away.”
“There’s no need for that,” the other man assured, paling slightly, “I’ll gladly take you off this shithole. In fact, I’d like to personally make your introduction to the Rijux.”
“I’ve no interest in joining your pathetic space-pirate-club,” the Demon Lord snapped, but Vorosu was not put off.
“Who said anything about joining? I was thinking, that perhaps, you’d like to take it over,” he barely hid his smile of triumph as he saw a flicker of interest, however brief, in the other Namek’s eyes. “But,” he continued, “we can discuss that later. Presently, I think it may be wise to leave. Unless, you want to finish what you started, in which case I’ll wait for you at my ship, although I can’t guarantee its safety against the entire population of New Namek.”
And just as he said those words a few dozen angry natives came into view. Piccolo only spared them a moment’s glance.
“These insects are of no concern to me,” and to prove his point he blasted them out of the sky with a lazy sweep of his hand.
Vorosu shrank back as nearly 50 Nameks were blown to dust by such a casual gesture. A venomous smile etched the taller man’s face, “and I’m not about to trust you alone with the ship. We leave now.”
Wisely, the thin pirate nodded and led the way back to the Corinthian cruiser.
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A/N: Yes, very short...but fun! Thank you Pic's Pixie, M. Seraphim, and Casandra for the reviews. For those of you who want a notice when I update please leave your addys and I'll send out a mass e-mail when I do update. More to come soon (and Pic's Pixie I think you'll be pleased with it).
Well, this chapter is a bit short but I think it gets the point across.
Enjoy!
Special thanks as always to loverly beta Pixelgoddess.
Chapter Fourteen: Demon Reborn
The pins and needles sensation spread from his wrist up his arm. He rubbed at it feverishly until the smoke dissipated and he was left staring at the quaking forms of the remaining white-robed priests. They looked upon the fallen form of their leader in horror, their lined faces paling as if it was their own blood draining upon the floor. It wasn’t long, however, until they turned to gape at him.
Hatred and rage washed across their features and without a word the ten mages collectively brought their palms together to draw on their considerable powers. The air thickened with electricity as ki was harnessed between each glowing green palm.
He watched them with a sluggish sort of detachment until the burning balls of light were focused on him. He didn’t attempt to defend himself.
The tingling sensation had subsided by this point leaving his arm slightly numb. Ignoring the wise men, he raised his hand to inspect it, a bizarre expression materializing on his face. A noise came from him, foreign even to his own ears. An incongruous chuckle, quiet at first, grew until its cold tenor reverberated off the walls. Throwing his head back his laughter reached a crazed pitch as if the entire thing had been one big joke that only he was privy to.
The sages regarded him with disgust and no small amount of weariness as the murderer in their midst guffawed at them. A few less courageous—but perhaps more wise—cast anxious looks at one another but did not falter as they gathered the last of their energy, only a second away from their joint attack.
Piccolo’s hysteria subsided enough for him to take a deep breath. He straightened and wiped a tear from his eye. The wise men took this as an opportunity and without further delay released the deadly orbs growing in their hands.
“Yeah right.”
With an arrogant shrug and a careless wave of his hand the entire building disintegrated into flaming ash.
Moments later he walked from the vaporized abode, humming to himself as he casually blasted the surrounding servants’ dwellings into nothing.
-----------********--------------******----------------******-------------*********---------
Morie’s island, once teeming with life, was charred black. Vorosu’s gaze swept over it slowly, searching for any signs of survivors.
There were none.
There was no trace of the sacred white domed buildings or its lofty robed inhabitants. Nothing at all but smoke and burnt soil.
A dark smile curled the edges of his thin lips.
“Well, there’s one thorn out of my side,” he said to himself, not believing his luck, “now let’s see if we can take care of another.”
‘Another’ referred to none other than the leader of the Rijux, Master Boq himself; the lazy, rash, mind-numbingly stupid, and horribly powerful man that made Vorosu’s life much more aggravating than it needed to be. But one thing at a time; first he had some convincing to do…without losing his head in the process.
He found him easily enough. Piccolo Daimaou “Demon from another world” was lounging on the only blue-green spot left on the large island upwind from the gusts of burning cinders. His face was calm as he basked in the afterglow of his small-scale destruction. From high above, Vorosu’s shadow fell over him, and without bothering to open his eyes the Earth-born Namek merely raised a finger to blast the annoying individual who was blocking his sunlight.
Thinking fast, Vorosu brought his hands together.
“Nicely done,” he commented after his short applause, “But the question remains; what are you going to do now?”
As the pirate hoped, Piccolo cracked open an eye to regard the other Namek floating in the sky.
“Are you going to continue with the rest of the planet?” Vorosu asked. “You might as well; the Dragonballs are long gone. There really isn’t any further use to the place if you ask me.” He shrugged indifferently, brushing some imaginary dust from his crimson and green armor. Smiling crookedly he added, “But you may want to know that everyone is on their way here. Morie’s death was felt by his children; it didn’t take long for them to put two and two together.”
Piccolo merely scoffed and closed his eyes again.
“They blew up your ship.”
Vorosu smirked as the other warrior’s eyes snapped open in alarm.
“Well what did you think would happen?” he drawled. “You must not have planned this out very well.”
The taller Namek was on his feet by now and sneering up at the bastard who had ruined his good mood.
“I guess I’ll just have to take yours, now won’t I,” he said coolly.
Vorosu managed to look unruffled although the black eyes focused on him were making him very uneasy.
“Oh? I didn’t know you could pilot a Corinthian ship.”
Apparently he didn’t if the look he received was anything to go by.
Piccolo bore his fangs threateningly, his pitch eyes not wavering. The Rijux soldier hid his discomfort by continuing to inspect his uniform for anymore non-existent dirt.
“You’ll get me off of this fucking planet,” Piccolo growled, “or you’ll die a death that will make the devils themselves look away.”
“There’s no need for that,” the other man assured, paling slightly, “I’ll gladly take you off this shithole. In fact, I’d like to personally make your introduction to the Rijux.”
“I’ve no interest in joining your pathetic space-pirate-club,” the Demon Lord snapped, but Vorosu was not put off.
“Who said anything about joining? I was thinking, that perhaps, you’d like to take it over,” he barely hid his smile of triumph as he saw a flicker of interest, however brief, in the other Namek’s eyes. “But,” he continued, “we can discuss that later. Presently, I think it may be wise to leave. Unless, you want to finish what you started, in which case I’ll wait for you at my ship, although I can’t guarantee its safety against the entire population of New Namek.”
And just as he said those words a few dozen angry natives came into view. Piccolo only spared them a moment’s glance.
“These insects are of no concern to me,” and to prove his point he blasted them out of the sky with a lazy sweep of his hand.
Vorosu shrank back as nearly 50 Nameks were blown to dust by such a casual gesture. A venomous smile etched the taller man’s face, “and I’m not about to trust you alone with the ship. We leave now.”
Wisely, the thin pirate nodded and led the way back to the Corinthian cruiser.
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A/N: Yes, very short...but fun! Thank you Pic's Pixie, M. Seraphim, and Casandra for the reviews. For those of you who want a notice when I update please leave your addys and I'll send out a mass e-mail when I do update. More to come soon (and Pic's Pixie I think you'll be pleased with it).