Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 21:49:21 GMT -5
Souka wandered far, far away from the central area of H.F.I.L, a region that was more like a garden than anything else filled with flowers, trees, and happy demons of all shapes and sizes. He cared not for this scenery anymore and wanted something dreary and dreadful as he thought about wishing to train himself beyond his current limitations. Nothing in this place he felt could challenge him, and that was a pity since the demons were not living up to their names then. He let his black boots stomp against the ground and crush hundreds of wild bluebell flowers as the soles of his feet slammed down on them and instant killed them. It was in his programming to kill non-human things and since flowers in an otherworldly place existed in such a place, well, H.F.I.L's flowers had to go.
He seemed to walk a mile almost through the field until he came across an odd dusty desert lying at the outskirts of this hellish land. He realized this was a new area and he focused his orange eyes down its great length only to manage seeing dust clouds, bambles, and the occasional cactus as he shifted his head from left to right. He sighed and flexed his arms to loosen his mechanical joints.
"Boring..." he uttered, "C.haos and I should just blow this place up if that's possible." C.haos, although possibly weaker than him now, was the brains behind their evil operations. He had not seeen him for a while, but expected he might be someone to come out to a place like this. Maybe this was like one of the nine circles of Hell in Dante's Inferno If so, then he was sure to see C.haos eventually.
For now though he was not sure what to do so he slid his right foot back and extended his left arm to practice a series of jabs. He completed about ten in a few seconds felt still bored as he held his clenched fist and thought, "Where are all the famed deadly warriors of the universe? Surely, we cannot be the only ones killing people on a daily basis." Unfortunately, no one seemed to be around to see his lonely self in the middle of H.F.I.L.
He seemed to walk a mile almost through the field until he came across an odd dusty desert lying at the outskirts of this hellish land. He realized this was a new area and he focused his orange eyes down its great length only to manage seeing dust clouds, bambles, and the occasional cactus as he shifted his head from left to right. He sighed and flexed his arms to loosen his mechanical joints.
"Boring..." he uttered, "C.haos and I should just blow this place up if that's possible." C.haos, although possibly weaker than him now, was the brains behind their evil operations. He had not seeen him for a while, but expected he might be someone to come out to a place like this. Maybe this was like one of the nine circles of Hell in Dante's Inferno If so, then he was sure to see C.haos eventually.
For now though he was not sure what to do so he slid his right foot back and extended his left arm to practice a series of jabs. He completed about ten in a few seconds felt still bored as he held his clenched fist and thought, "Where are all the famed deadly warriors of the universe? Surely, we cannot be the only ones killing people on a daily basis." Unfortunately, no one seemed to be around to see his lonely self in the middle of H.F.I.L.
