Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 21:39:35 GMT -5
He emerged from the jagged hole the black and red Icejin found himself in the living room of a ravaged house. The numbing winds had returned, tearing through the broken windows and smashed in doors, bringing the powerful chill with it. He paid no heed to the bloody remains of a being, mauled beyond recognition, in the corner of the room. Red splattered the wall on either side of the immobile heap. The screams were dying out now, still with just as much piercing terror but now they were coming further and farther apart. There was so much death in the air; it made him feel at home.
Walking towards an intact wall, bound for collision, he waved his hand in front of himself in the direction of the wall. A crack appeared in the middle and rapidly expanded, the material folding upon itself many times over as it spread. By the time the red and black Icejin had reached the wall it had become a tall doorway and he stepped through it like it was nothing; like the fabric of the universe was but dough in his hands meant to be shaped as he saw hit.
Stepping free from the sacked house he found himself in the middle of a sheet covered in fresh powder. He stood still, casually investigating the many buildings which lived the streets and surveying the carnage. It was not for the weak of heart to be candid. However it seemed like any other day to him; death was his constant and only companion.
His vigilance soon gave way to impatience though. He desired to kill for the same reason a painter desired to bring brush to paper. It was an art form, his art form. With ease he raised his katchin staff which was impossibly heavy by normal standard but enchanted to be light as a feather when wielded by him. He let Kold’s oppressive gravity and the staff’s weight do the work when bringing the staff back down resulting in an echoing thud. A few moments passed as the echoes made their rounds through the lifeless streets. Then there was complete silence; but like all peaceful things it did not last. The sound of snow crunching beneath mighty paws started off singular and distant. As seconds went by the sources multiplied as the distance lessened. The first arrival appeared a flash of white fur and yellow eyes as it rounded the corner from which it appeared. Running on all four legs, a norm for the vicious predators, the beast was no different than the one he had briefly encountered earlier.
As it neared the red and black Icejin decided that as a reward for it being the first to arrive that its death would be quick. It was within range of an attack, evident by the fact that it had stood on its hind legs, a clear sign that a pouncing attack was imminent. He only watched and waited, until the brute committed to the leap. An Icejin of his word, he pointed at the predator’s swiftly approaching throat and flicked his finger sideways, which was accompanied with a sickening snap. The behemoth’s head twisted in an unnatural way and its body crumpled on the ground before him.
He looked down at the mess of hair at his feet, catching a glimpse at its dead yellow eyes when a stray breeze parted its hair. The wild ferocity that had defined them was gone, replaced with an uneasy acceptance. Then a second appeared and he made another promise; that its death would not be as quick or painless. The monstrosity charged, which he took as a challenge as he planted his staff into the ground. Starting as a single step forward, the Icejin began walking, speeding up with every step, until he was in a full run. A few yards away the colossus made its move, thrusting itself forward in a flurry of claws and fangs. He swung his first forward just as they met while also gracefully sidestepping the knifelike claws of his vicious opponent. His accuracy impeccable as always, the punch easily found its mark right between the eerie yellow eyes.
Up to this point he had been holding back considerably, as he always did for dual reasons, both as a deception: One to lull his enemy into a false sense of security by a allowing them to believe that he is much weaker than he truly is and two, to make killing more of a challenge. A death easily dealt us a death wasted. One must have their life extracted from them slowly and very, very, painfully. The first dispatched Ap’Maw was a rare exception. To the red and black Icejin it was an art form after all, and art was not to be rushed. Imagine his disappointment then when in is zeal he forgot himself, his strength unchecked as it made contact. The resulting impact and its consequences were immediate and brutal.
Bone and brain alike exploded instantly upon facing the tremendous force of the punch. Fragments of both, along with copious amounts of blood, flew from the point of contact in every direction. His fist however continued down in the exploded skull and down the neck, the momentum of the recently deceased and the speed and power of the punch forcing the first deep, almost down into the savage’s chest. Disgusted, both with his miscalculation as well as with the predicament he found himself in, he lifted the lifeless husk into the air with the invested arm and focused his telekinetic power into his submerged first. He then merely opened his hand, the simple action channeling the telekinetic energy as it expelled out from his hand, tearing apart the remains on a molecular level until there was nothing left of the corpse besides the skull and brain debris which littered the snow around him.
He vowed to himself the rest would die horrible, excruciating deaths, as compensation for the two wasted deaths. Almost as if on cue, the rest of his artistic instruments came into view. There were nine in all, each eager for more blood; another red stain on otherwise white fur. He was perturbed by the size of the pack, as they usually never numbered over a handful. There was a sense of unity and camaraderie amongst them he determined from their mannerisms. Something was missing, some tying factor, but he did not fret. If nothing else, it surely would present itself upon the herd’s demise, of that he was sure. Until then he would be plenty busy however, as the Ap’Maw began to cautiously circle, angrily away of the bloody remains of two of their comrades at his feet.
Standing, his body still as stone, he scouted his surroundings. Only menacing glares with hideous intentions greeted his crimson eyes as they looked over all the encroaching predators, momentarily pausing to study each one. After a full minute the tension reached its boiling point as the beasts could take his presence no longer. At once, and in unison, they attacked, coming from all sides. The Icejin, who had been calculating his next moves all awhile, reacted with speed and conviction. With a flick of his wrist one of the Ap’Maw flew sideways into another, slamming them both through the wall of an adjacent building. Holding out his open hand, he mentally pulled at the slender black obelisk marking his previous position. The katchin staff shot forward until filling the empty palm. Immediately he swung up and then to the left, knocking away two sets of approaching claws. Dropping to a squat he spun on one leg, extending the staff and taking the legs out from underneath the two deflected Ap’Maws as well as the other two closest. All four fell, landing awkwardly as they hit the snow
An overzealous youth, much like the first he had faced today, paid no heed for the somewhat organized attack, slashing wildly while letting out a myriad of roars. In response, the red and black being brought the staff to a horizontal parallel to his chest before grabbing each side a quarter of the length from the end. As he did this the staff, made of unbreakable katchin, split into twin pieces thanks to the enchantment placed upon it. With the two halves he expertly defended against the repeated strikes, hitting the creature’s mighty clawed hands just hard enough to deflect the blow. Back tracking as he did, the Icejin deflected blow after blow from the advancing reptomammal. Becoming bored with the repetitive attack, the Icejin strikes one hand and then the other in quick succession as had been doing, except with one difference. He struck with a fierce, yet controlled strength, and the creatures hands could not compete with the blows, the bones in the colossal paws shattering upon impact.
Stopping his forward progression the monster held its hands out as it roared in pain. Now it was his turn and as he stepped forward the beast began to back pedal, and with just cause as the twin katchin pieces began to strike, each one more painful than the last. Each strike was calculated to cause agonizing pain to the beast, with targets being the bones themselves. After six more strikes its skull was fractured, ribs broken, left shoulder shattered and the right side of its pelvis was caved in. The creature could barely stand yet it refused to submit. Stumbling forward for a desperation attack, the beast knew nothing of the concept of a retreat. Admiring the behemoth’s persevering primal nature the Icejin decided to end his copious pain. As it took one last step forward so did he, thrusting the tip of one of the halves into and through his eye. When it hit the brain the brute slumped forward, held up only by the intruding staff. Two of the tripped beasts made their way towards him. Channeling his ki into the staff, a red blade of ki shot out of the Ap’Maw’s head at an unsettling angle and at the perfect moment he ripped the crackling scythe free just so the blood splatter from the action would make purchase with the oncoming adversaries’ eyes.
The creatures hollered as they brought their paws to their eyes, an instinctual reaction to the pain. A moment later their arms fell, but not of their own accord. Their hands slipped from their bloodied eyes, falling to the snow at their feet with their arms right up to the elbows severed along with them. They screamed in pain. Wishing for silence the Icejin stepped between and walked past them. Two accurate swipes cause the creatures to fall face first into the snow, muffling their cries of anguish. Their legs cut cleanly at the knees, standing as they were separated, upright in the snow. He thought of continuing but decided bleeding out would be an appropriate death. A new contender charged at him on his side. A the final moment before impact, the Icejin tossed his scythes into the air where they levitated under his mental power and sidestepped casually before grabbing the beast’s horns and driving it face first into the ground.
Tightly grasping a handful of shaggy hair from the back of its head the Icejin slammed its face into the concrete road over and over. As the others come to its aid his eyes glowed red and he threw his other hand to his side causing a telekinetic wave which threw all the approaching beasts back with great force. Several tumbled end over end in the show while others slammed into nearby buildings. The Icejin continued to rearrange the grappled behemoth’s face, even after the last twitch left its body. Satisfied with the growing pool of blood beneath the brutalized creature’s destroyed face, he released his grip of the mangled hair end stood as the two beasts burst through the house they had been thrown through.
Over the course of the battle the black and red Icejin had continually adjusted his power level, trying to lower it further and further so as to make the fight more competitive. Death was his art, ever swipe of his scythe a strike of his brush as he painted a bloody masterpiece. Simple slaughter was a barbaric thought akin to taking a bucket of paint and just throwing them at the canvas. Now the artist was a mere one percent of his full power, and the beasts could sense it, what they believed it to be him weakening. Thus the remaining Ap’Maw regrouped and began to circle him slowly, each one bearing its fangs. He eyed them cautiously, as they were no close to him power and therefore worth being watched carefully. The boldest one stepped forward and the Icejin’s head snapped to the side to stare him down. This near instantaneous reaction startled the beats, sending them into a fury as they bull rushed him. Dipping to the left avoided the first set of claws while a forward roll denied the other two their intended target. The fourth, the bold one, was waiting however and swung just as the Icejin met his eyes. Pulling himself back telekinetically saved his hide from any serious damage but his midnight cloak was not so lucky. Three long parallel cuts ran diagonal from shoulder to hip.
A single twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth, the only sign of his distaste. Lifting his hand up, his gnarled fingers trembling ever so slightly, the rest of the animals began to float in midair, instantly stopping their momentum. They thrashed about aimlessly, until he tightly clenched his upright fist and all of the beasts imploded under the intense telekinetic force. They fell to the ground, heaps of organs and cracked bones. Before his anger could subside the tying factor finally appeared, a giant Ap’Maw, nearly three times the size of the others with a power level nearly five times their own. Grabbing the collar he ripped his cloak free before letting the wind whip it away. Smashing through a house that stood between them, the mammoth of a beast lunged at him. Powering up his black aura took the form of six opaque wings of the same color and he ducked under the claws, each one the size of one of his legs.
His tail, hidden by the cloak, now made its presence known, as it punctured like a bullet through the massive creature’s throat and wrapped around its brain stem. He took a moment to look into the animal’s eye and saw fear. Taking a deep breath he soaked it in before the tail pulled back, tearing the connection between mind and body. It fell, the mountain of flesh and fur still, never to move of its own strength ever again. Scanning the area, he felt no other presence but a familiar odor filled his nostrils. He walked through the ghost town, searching for the source. Then he heard a whimper. Following the sound into a house, torn apart like all the others. Gore was all about.
Kneeling he felt a section of the wall. Knocking on it with a wrap of his knuckles he could tell that it was hollow on the other side. Waving his hand at the wall, a sound clicked and the door, meant to blend in with the wall, creaked open. Inside he saw a crouching child. A Pharonian, no doubt a slave of the house’s former owners, lie in the corner clutching her knees and crying.
“Shhh…”
He said with a tame voice filled with vigor and authority. It was soft though, which only made it more chilling. He knelt before the girl, a descendant of Isis as far as he could tell. She looked up, temporarily stopping her crying. His eyes, red as blood, looked down at her and she found it reassuring yet terrifying at the same time. Softly he patted her head as he spoke soothingly to her, all the while scanning her thoughts.
“You have nothing to fear child, I am Azrael. I am an angel, here to give you eternal peace. Do you want to be free of the shackles of slavery? I can make you free. I can reunite you with your family, with your dearly departed parents and even your beloved brother. Is that what you want?”
She smiled, leaping to her feet and throwing her arms around Azrael. The move bothered him slightly, but he let her continue as she shouted in joy.
“Yes! Yes please! My parents! My brother! Please I miss them!”
He held his finger to his lips, quieting her and her zeal. Standing up he placed his hand upon her head.
“Close your eyes, you will be with your love ones soon.”
“Thank you.”
Were her last words as he crushed her head in his mighty grasp. Letting her body fall to the floor he took a moment, in his mind guiding her soul. Then he turned and left and began to walk again, towards his original destination, his childhood home.
Techniques Learned: Advanced Telepathy (and upgrade to his telepathic powers, allows the user to telepathically speak with anyone at anytime)
When he arrived, he found his brother Azmodan waiting. They reconnected and vowed to not let anything come between them again. For the next two years they traveled and train, Azrael learning to master his telepathy until he was able to push thoughts into the minds of others.
Technique Learned: Telepathic Illusions (the user is able to push thoughts into the mind of their targets, making them see, or not see, what is around them differently. This can be used to make the user, or anyone else, invisible to the target(s) or can change someone’s appearance in the target(s) mind. Can also be used to make them hear or feel things they do not hear or feel. Being able to breach their mind also allows Azrael to read the active thoughts of his target. Can be blocked or limited by someone who is aware that it is an illusion and is of a reasonable power level comparable to the user.)
Upon sensing Suki’s “ascension” to fifth form, Azrael insists the two go to Kold and join the WTO. Suki agrees to take Azrael on as an apprentice of sorts, as well as making the two his personal guards after much group training. During the training Suki even teaches Azrael the powerful Instant Transmission technique, although due to his dark soul, when he teleports black smoke appears where he appears and disappears.
Technique Learned: Instant Transmission
Following a contract received by the Azmodan the two Icejin meet a saiyan and a majin at a prearranged location. They both make quick work of the two, although Azrael is quite impressed by the tenacity and perseverance of his victim.
After watching his brother commit suicide to save an old friend, Azrael goes deep into solo training. In this time he creates a very powerful energy wave, which is a large orb which then splits off, creating five smaller orbs which circle the larger middle one. Beams then fire from all six, combining and then creating a massive explosion capable of destroying planets, if enough force is given. After which he mastered the eye beams, a powerful and common attack amongst Icejin.
Technique Learned: Eye Beams, Oblivion
Now he heads to New Namek while his brother remains in hell, searching a dark and evil power which would help him a great deal towards reaching his goal; “Ascension.”
Walking towards an intact wall, bound for collision, he waved his hand in front of himself in the direction of the wall. A crack appeared in the middle and rapidly expanded, the material folding upon itself many times over as it spread. By the time the red and black Icejin had reached the wall it had become a tall doorway and he stepped through it like it was nothing; like the fabric of the universe was but dough in his hands meant to be shaped as he saw hit.
Stepping free from the sacked house he found himself in the middle of a sheet covered in fresh powder. He stood still, casually investigating the many buildings which lived the streets and surveying the carnage. It was not for the weak of heart to be candid. However it seemed like any other day to him; death was his constant and only companion.
His vigilance soon gave way to impatience though. He desired to kill for the same reason a painter desired to bring brush to paper. It was an art form, his art form. With ease he raised his katchin staff which was impossibly heavy by normal standard but enchanted to be light as a feather when wielded by him. He let Kold’s oppressive gravity and the staff’s weight do the work when bringing the staff back down resulting in an echoing thud. A few moments passed as the echoes made their rounds through the lifeless streets. Then there was complete silence; but like all peaceful things it did not last. The sound of snow crunching beneath mighty paws started off singular and distant. As seconds went by the sources multiplied as the distance lessened. The first arrival appeared a flash of white fur and yellow eyes as it rounded the corner from which it appeared. Running on all four legs, a norm for the vicious predators, the beast was no different than the one he had briefly encountered earlier.
As it neared the red and black Icejin decided that as a reward for it being the first to arrive that its death would be quick. It was within range of an attack, evident by the fact that it had stood on its hind legs, a clear sign that a pouncing attack was imminent. He only watched and waited, until the brute committed to the leap. An Icejin of his word, he pointed at the predator’s swiftly approaching throat and flicked his finger sideways, which was accompanied with a sickening snap. The behemoth’s head twisted in an unnatural way and its body crumpled on the ground before him.
He looked down at the mess of hair at his feet, catching a glimpse at its dead yellow eyes when a stray breeze parted its hair. The wild ferocity that had defined them was gone, replaced with an uneasy acceptance. Then a second appeared and he made another promise; that its death would not be as quick or painless. The monstrosity charged, which he took as a challenge as he planted his staff into the ground. Starting as a single step forward, the Icejin began walking, speeding up with every step, until he was in a full run. A few yards away the colossus made its move, thrusting itself forward in a flurry of claws and fangs. He swung his first forward just as they met while also gracefully sidestepping the knifelike claws of his vicious opponent. His accuracy impeccable as always, the punch easily found its mark right between the eerie yellow eyes.
Up to this point he had been holding back considerably, as he always did for dual reasons, both as a deception: One to lull his enemy into a false sense of security by a allowing them to believe that he is much weaker than he truly is and two, to make killing more of a challenge. A death easily dealt us a death wasted. One must have their life extracted from them slowly and very, very, painfully. The first dispatched Ap’Maw was a rare exception. To the red and black Icejin it was an art form after all, and art was not to be rushed. Imagine his disappointment then when in is zeal he forgot himself, his strength unchecked as it made contact. The resulting impact and its consequences were immediate and brutal.
Bone and brain alike exploded instantly upon facing the tremendous force of the punch. Fragments of both, along with copious amounts of blood, flew from the point of contact in every direction. His fist however continued down in the exploded skull and down the neck, the momentum of the recently deceased and the speed and power of the punch forcing the first deep, almost down into the savage’s chest. Disgusted, both with his miscalculation as well as with the predicament he found himself in, he lifted the lifeless husk into the air with the invested arm and focused his telekinetic power into his submerged first. He then merely opened his hand, the simple action channeling the telekinetic energy as it expelled out from his hand, tearing apart the remains on a molecular level until there was nothing left of the corpse besides the skull and brain debris which littered the snow around him.
He vowed to himself the rest would die horrible, excruciating deaths, as compensation for the two wasted deaths. Almost as if on cue, the rest of his artistic instruments came into view. There were nine in all, each eager for more blood; another red stain on otherwise white fur. He was perturbed by the size of the pack, as they usually never numbered over a handful. There was a sense of unity and camaraderie amongst them he determined from their mannerisms. Something was missing, some tying factor, but he did not fret. If nothing else, it surely would present itself upon the herd’s demise, of that he was sure. Until then he would be plenty busy however, as the Ap’Maw began to cautiously circle, angrily away of the bloody remains of two of their comrades at his feet.
Standing, his body still as stone, he scouted his surroundings. Only menacing glares with hideous intentions greeted his crimson eyes as they looked over all the encroaching predators, momentarily pausing to study each one. After a full minute the tension reached its boiling point as the beasts could take his presence no longer. At once, and in unison, they attacked, coming from all sides. The Icejin, who had been calculating his next moves all awhile, reacted with speed and conviction. With a flick of his wrist one of the Ap’Maw flew sideways into another, slamming them both through the wall of an adjacent building. Holding out his open hand, he mentally pulled at the slender black obelisk marking his previous position. The katchin staff shot forward until filling the empty palm. Immediately he swung up and then to the left, knocking away two sets of approaching claws. Dropping to a squat he spun on one leg, extending the staff and taking the legs out from underneath the two deflected Ap’Maws as well as the other two closest. All four fell, landing awkwardly as they hit the snow
An overzealous youth, much like the first he had faced today, paid no heed for the somewhat organized attack, slashing wildly while letting out a myriad of roars. In response, the red and black being brought the staff to a horizontal parallel to his chest before grabbing each side a quarter of the length from the end. As he did this the staff, made of unbreakable katchin, split into twin pieces thanks to the enchantment placed upon it. With the two halves he expertly defended against the repeated strikes, hitting the creature’s mighty clawed hands just hard enough to deflect the blow. Back tracking as he did, the Icejin deflected blow after blow from the advancing reptomammal. Becoming bored with the repetitive attack, the Icejin strikes one hand and then the other in quick succession as had been doing, except with one difference. He struck with a fierce, yet controlled strength, and the creatures hands could not compete with the blows, the bones in the colossal paws shattering upon impact.
Stopping his forward progression the monster held its hands out as it roared in pain. Now it was his turn and as he stepped forward the beast began to back pedal, and with just cause as the twin katchin pieces began to strike, each one more painful than the last. Each strike was calculated to cause agonizing pain to the beast, with targets being the bones themselves. After six more strikes its skull was fractured, ribs broken, left shoulder shattered and the right side of its pelvis was caved in. The creature could barely stand yet it refused to submit. Stumbling forward for a desperation attack, the beast knew nothing of the concept of a retreat. Admiring the behemoth’s persevering primal nature the Icejin decided to end his copious pain. As it took one last step forward so did he, thrusting the tip of one of the halves into and through his eye. When it hit the brain the brute slumped forward, held up only by the intruding staff. Two of the tripped beasts made their way towards him. Channeling his ki into the staff, a red blade of ki shot out of the Ap’Maw’s head at an unsettling angle and at the perfect moment he ripped the crackling scythe free just so the blood splatter from the action would make purchase with the oncoming adversaries’ eyes.
The creatures hollered as they brought their paws to their eyes, an instinctual reaction to the pain. A moment later their arms fell, but not of their own accord. Their hands slipped from their bloodied eyes, falling to the snow at their feet with their arms right up to the elbows severed along with them. They screamed in pain. Wishing for silence the Icejin stepped between and walked past them. Two accurate swipes cause the creatures to fall face first into the snow, muffling their cries of anguish. Their legs cut cleanly at the knees, standing as they were separated, upright in the snow. He thought of continuing but decided bleeding out would be an appropriate death. A new contender charged at him on his side. A the final moment before impact, the Icejin tossed his scythes into the air where they levitated under his mental power and sidestepped casually before grabbing the beast’s horns and driving it face first into the ground.
Tightly grasping a handful of shaggy hair from the back of its head the Icejin slammed its face into the concrete road over and over. As the others come to its aid his eyes glowed red and he threw his other hand to his side causing a telekinetic wave which threw all the approaching beasts back with great force. Several tumbled end over end in the show while others slammed into nearby buildings. The Icejin continued to rearrange the grappled behemoth’s face, even after the last twitch left its body. Satisfied with the growing pool of blood beneath the brutalized creature’s destroyed face, he released his grip of the mangled hair end stood as the two beasts burst through the house they had been thrown through.
Over the course of the battle the black and red Icejin had continually adjusted his power level, trying to lower it further and further so as to make the fight more competitive. Death was his art, ever swipe of his scythe a strike of his brush as he painted a bloody masterpiece. Simple slaughter was a barbaric thought akin to taking a bucket of paint and just throwing them at the canvas. Now the artist was a mere one percent of his full power, and the beasts could sense it, what they believed it to be him weakening. Thus the remaining Ap’Maw regrouped and began to circle him slowly, each one bearing its fangs. He eyed them cautiously, as they were no close to him power and therefore worth being watched carefully. The boldest one stepped forward and the Icejin’s head snapped to the side to stare him down. This near instantaneous reaction startled the beats, sending them into a fury as they bull rushed him. Dipping to the left avoided the first set of claws while a forward roll denied the other two their intended target. The fourth, the bold one, was waiting however and swung just as the Icejin met his eyes. Pulling himself back telekinetically saved his hide from any serious damage but his midnight cloak was not so lucky. Three long parallel cuts ran diagonal from shoulder to hip.
A single twitch tugged at the corner of his mouth, the only sign of his distaste. Lifting his hand up, his gnarled fingers trembling ever so slightly, the rest of the animals began to float in midair, instantly stopping their momentum. They thrashed about aimlessly, until he tightly clenched his upright fist and all of the beasts imploded under the intense telekinetic force. They fell to the ground, heaps of organs and cracked bones. Before his anger could subside the tying factor finally appeared, a giant Ap’Maw, nearly three times the size of the others with a power level nearly five times their own. Grabbing the collar he ripped his cloak free before letting the wind whip it away. Smashing through a house that stood between them, the mammoth of a beast lunged at him. Powering up his black aura took the form of six opaque wings of the same color and he ducked under the claws, each one the size of one of his legs.
His tail, hidden by the cloak, now made its presence known, as it punctured like a bullet through the massive creature’s throat and wrapped around its brain stem. He took a moment to look into the animal’s eye and saw fear. Taking a deep breath he soaked it in before the tail pulled back, tearing the connection between mind and body. It fell, the mountain of flesh and fur still, never to move of its own strength ever again. Scanning the area, he felt no other presence but a familiar odor filled his nostrils. He walked through the ghost town, searching for the source. Then he heard a whimper. Following the sound into a house, torn apart like all the others. Gore was all about.
Kneeling he felt a section of the wall. Knocking on it with a wrap of his knuckles he could tell that it was hollow on the other side. Waving his hand at the wall, a sound clicked and the door, meant to blend in with the wall, creaked open. Inside he saw a crouching child. A Pharonian, no doubt a slave of the house’s former owners, lie in the corner clutching her knees and crying.
“Shhh…”
He said with a tame voice filled with vigor and authority. It was soft though, which only made it more chilling. He knelt before the girl, a descendant of Isis as far as he could tell. She looked up, temporarily stopping her crying. His eyes, red as blood, looked down at her and she found it reassuring yet terrifying at the same time. Softly he patted her head as he spoke soothingly to her, all the while scanning her thoughts.
“You have nothing to fear child, I am Azrael. I am an angel, here to give you eternal peace. Do you want to be free of the shackles of slavery? I can make you free. I can reunite you with your family, with your dearly departed parents and even your beloved brother. Is that what you want?”
She smiled, leaping to her feet and throwing her arms around Azrael. The move bothered him slightly, but he let her continue as she shouted in joy.
“Yes! Yes please! My parents! My brother! Please I miss them!”
He held his finger to his lips, quieting her and her zeal. Standing up he placed his hand upon her head.
“Close your eyes, you will be with your love ones soon.”
“Thank you.”
Were her last words as he crushed her head in his mighty grasp. Letting her body fall to the floor he took a moment, in his mind guiding her soul. Then he turned and left and began to walk again, towards his original destination, his childhood home.
Techniques Learned: Advanced Telepathy (and upgrade to his telepathic powers, allows the user to telepathically speak with anyone at anytime)
When he arrived, he found his brother Azmodan waiting. They reconnected and vowed to not let anything come between them again. For the next two years they traveled and train, Azrael learning to master his telepathy until he was able to push thoughts into the minds of others.
Technique Learned: Telepathic Illusions (the user is able to push thoughts into the mind of their targets, making them see, or not see, what is around them differently. This can be used to make the user, or anyone else, invisible to the target(s) or can change someone’s appearance in the target(s) mind. Can also be used to make them hear or feel things they do not hear or feel. Being able to breach their mind also allows Azrael to read the active thoughts of his target. Can be blocked or limited by someone who is aware that it is an illusion and is of a reasonable power level comparable to the user.)
Upon sensing Suki’s “ascension” to fifth form, Azrael insists the two go to Kold and join the WTO. Suki agrees to take Azrael on as an apprentice of sorts, as well as making the two his personal guards after much group training. During the training Suki even teaches Azrael the powerful Instant Transmission technique, although due to his dark soul, when he teleports black smoke appears where he appears and disappears.
Technique Learned: Instant Transmission
Following a contract received by the Azmodan the two Icejin meet a saiyan and a majin at a prearranged location. They both make quick work of the two, although Azrael is quite impressed by the tenacity and perseverance of his victim.
After watching his brother commit suicide to save an old friend, Azrael goes deep into solo training. In this time he creates a very powerful energy wave, which is a large orb which then splits off, creating five smaller orbs which circle the larger middle one. Beams then fire from all six, combining and then creating a massive explosion capable of destroying planets, if enough force is given. After which he mastered the eye beams, a powerful and common attack amongst Icejin.
Technique Learned: Eye Beams, Oblivion
Now he heads to New Namek while his brother remains in hell, searching a dark and evil power which would help him a great deal towards reaching his goal; “Ascension.”