Post by baku on Jul 20, 2012 21:06:13 GMT -5
Weakened...forgotten. Drained of power. Aeons of waiting, dreamless sleep. Forsaken by those like me. Lost by my brother.
But the chains which bond me, have grown weaker. Even in my weakened state, I can lift the chains, feeble arms moving. A voice calls me, beckons. It is time to leave, to return to the physical realm. The Era of Nightmares shall begin once more.
Baku lifted his skull-adorned head, looking at the ethereal cage. His captors had forgotten about him, they no longer guarded the Daemon. He stood up, body creaking. He had been sitting in the same stone throne for so long, so long...how long had it been? He felt weak...too weak.
Baku's torn, leather wings stretched out, creaking. They touched the walls, and broke through. Faces appeared, and melted away in his wings. Dark tendrils of shadow stretched and flowed around him. The sleep was leaving him, and he held his hands in front of his face. Through the dragon skull's eye sockets, he saw his dust covered hands, dagger-like claws outstretched. A name flitted through his mind.
Caius
What did this name mean? It was important, he knew, but it would have to be dealt with later. There were more pressing matters. He was being called to the physical realm. What did the people of this era look like? He would have to find out.
Taking a step forward, he touched the ethereal cage surrounding him. closing his hand into a fist, he wrenched it apart, making an opening.
Where is my scythe?
He thought to himself. I must find it.
Walking through the nether regions of Other World, all he saw were lesser demons. His presence struck fear through their little heads, they turned, scurrying away. He took a deep, hollow breath through his nostrils, remembering the feel of the scythe in his hands. The moving wood, trapped souls pushing their appearance into the handle. The cold swish of the blade swinging through the air. He closed his eyes, imagining he could feel the blade in his hands now. And when he opened them again, there it was. He grinned, baring his sharp teeth. He walked over to a running demon, grabbing his head with his hand, claws pressed against its skin.
"What, do you fear most, Ars Goetia?"
His voice was a deep booming thud, the sound a tombstone would make falling down. The demon didn't respond, shaking, mumbling. Baku grinned again, and before the demon's very eyes, turned into a dragon. The demon moved into the dragon's mouth, and was slowly crushed. The real Baku stood and watched as the demon's body slowly crushed itself, with indentions like teeth. After all, it was only a nightmare.
He tossed the limp body away.
"Useless,"
He murmured. He stood still, breathing deeply. There was so much to get used to. Hell was not like what he remembered, the demons here were weak. He needed something stronger. And, as if on command, he felt a pull, a slight strain, almost asking him to come away. This was not something he had felt often, even in his most active days. Not many people tried to summon the Dreameater himself, it was not the wisest decision. After all, he was not forced to follow the same rules as other demons once summoned.Noctem Aernam
The tug became a pull, urging Baku to go with it. He stood resilient, he would not be taken in by mere mortal desires. If he would go, it would be his own decision.
Timete Noctem, Mortefir est Fer
Whoever was trying to do this summons was trying their hardest. It was not enough to faze Baku, but it had got him interested. Curious to the affairs of mortals, he allowed him to be taken, whisked away through countless dimensions, into the land of the living.
Baku found himself in a summoning circle, surrounded by wards of protection, candles, incense. This person had done their studies, they knew what they were doing. However, they must not have read enough, or they would have known this was not at all how you keep Dreameater imprisoned, but he would humor this mortal.
The person who had done the ritual was a young man, no more than 22. he had long black hair, gray eyes, cross earrings, and a cross around his neck. Clothed in a blue jacket, and gray shirt, he continued with the rest of his ritual.
"Evociato Spiritualis de Septendecim Valcyriius Morteferis," He read from a book held in his hands. This was supposed to seal Baku in place, until given further instruction from the summoner. The Daemon smiled knowingly, but let on nothing else. His face was hidden by the dragon skull, giving no information of his knowledge.
"Mortalis, quod vocavit noctem pro. Sigillo mei cogor ad iussa. Quam ut ego servire mea magistri?"
The young man looked up from his book, and snapped it shut. Maintaining eye contact with Baku, he set the book beside his feet, took a step back, and crossed his arms behind his back. "Baku, Somnium comedentis, ego vocatus et signati hic, ad quod ego. Sub moderamine nunc mihi imperant. Non noceant, nec aliis sine licencia. Egredietur sigilli nunc." The release was made, and Baku, still working for the show, stepped out of the seal, awaiting his first order, but the summoner needed a moment to gloat.
"Oh, Ba'alzamon, I can't believe it worked! Finally, after all these years, I will be the one to rule! Dreams are mine, I will make everyone obey me!" He let out what was probably to him an evil laugh, but could have been much improved upon. Baku was lost, this was a new language to him. This was not the language humans spoke when he was imprisoned.
"Mortalis est quod lingua loqueris? Non intelligere. Discite a me animum."
The human turned a dirty look to the demon. "You will not act unless given instruction. I am your master, and you will obey me!" Baku was having none of this. He reached forward, gripping the human's head in his taloned hand. "Wh-what? You, you can't do this! I, I sealed your actions!" Baku read his mind, took every thought, memory, action.
"I have no master. I follow no rules. Your petty seals were nothing, it takes the power of the God's to imprison me. And now, I have broken of those chains and bonds, and am free to roam the Earth once more."
Baku's skin began to change, his body became smaller, wings folded, and disappeared. claws turned to fingers, and skin turned to clothes. Baku, Dreameater took the form of this human who had summoned him, who was now hanging limply from Baku's hand, everything drained out of him."This is the new me. The Nightwalker has returned."
He dropped the limp body, activated his ki energy, and flew up, blasting out the ceiling. He went several miles from the house, in the middle of nothing but woods. When he landed, he decided to take a look at his body. It was decent, if rather fleshy, but would do. It's owner had taken very good care of it, and Baku intended to do the same. Once more, a name overtook his current thoughts.
Caius
Somehow Baku knew that the being called Caius was on this plain. He needed to find out why the name kept coming to mind, and set off in search of answers.
(Pretty shit latin, but whatevs. Too lazy to call my friend and ask for real translations, and don't really want to answer the questions that would come up. Anyway, PL please)
