Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 23:37:20 GMT -5
The moment had finally arrived in which the dark being had chosen his latest experiment, and the subject was perfect. A Saiyan. The dark one had dealt with these creatures before, often they had come to him in search of something greater from themselves, but this one was entirely different from the rest of this generation. The one chained before him through his abilities had never sought him, had never known of his terrible existence. Rensou Hiruen was not here by his own will, Ezreal Tenma, born of hell itself, had drawn him to this dark chasm The sensei would learn just as much from this experience that was to come as the Saiyan would come to know of himself.
Like all Saiyan, Rensou was a man of violence – though many men were thoughtful, peaceable in some instances, the one before him had never backed down from a challenge all his life. Resistance had always been met with the appropriate force to succeed in stepping towards an end goal that he had set in mind, and often that appropriate force had been terrible injury and more often death to the opposing party. This Saiyan was capable of murder, and had committed the act on numerous occassions. . .acting as judge, jury, and executioner in a complete package that acted within his own realm of right and wrong.
That sense of justice and evil was a horribly misguided one, for this Saiyan lived by Saiyan principles; what he did, was, in his eyes, for the betterment of not only himself but for the general populace of his planet. Through blood he had invigorated the poor people of Saru, giving them entertainment and giving rise to the soul within them that rallied under Boliko Koregutsu's wing when he ascended to the throne. Half of the current Saiyan military was currently comprised of the poorest families' warriors, and their General of all things had heralded from the slums.
In the eyes of Kaio and Makaio, however, to murder for such a cause was an obvious wrongdoing, thus, it was set in stone that it was a sin. Fifty one lives had been taken by the hands of this chained Saiyan whom struggled before him, snarling his exertions and pains as he sought to free himself so that he might tear the head from this demon who had imprisoned him here against his will. Ezreal smiled, such fire in the soul of this creature, he thought to himself as blood rolled from Rensou's wrists, such was his struggling against his bindings.
“Tell me, Saiyan, what was the numerical reading of your fighting strength before you died?” The demon droned, pacing towards the brute before him to let his yellowed eyes a better pass over him. Immaculate was his warring stature, every movement of the Saiyan slightly different as he sought a weakness in the energy chains that bound him. Wrenching, pulling with arm and then with leg, twisting the chains and causing the wounds to deepen further was he, biting back the pain with every movement that sought freedom.
The Saiyan before Ezreal spat upon the floor, snarling his answer as energy soared around him as he employed the Kousho in an effort to tear the links apart and then this jailer. “Much higher than yours, devil!” roared the Saiyan. Ezreal found him intriguing, stubborn and intelligent; utter drive. There was a certain point when foolish determination transcended to something else, and the Makaioshin could feel greatness reverberating with every struggling action. Wish a movement of his hand, the next pull of the Saiyan tore several more meters of black chain from the floor. . .allowing the tethered beast more room to maneuver.
With that given to him, Rensou lunged forward, intent on killing his tormentor in a single swoop~
Like all Saiyan, Rensou was a man of violence – though many men were thoughtful, peaceable in some instances, the one before him had never backed down from a challenge all his life. Resistance had always been met with the appropriate force to succeed in stepping towards an end goal that he had set in mind, and often that appropriate force had been terrible injury and more often death to the opposing party. This Saiyan was capable of murder, and had committed the act on numerous occassions. . .acting as judge, jury, and executioner in a complete package that acted within his own realm of right and wrong.
That sense of justice and evil was a horribly misguided one, for this Saiyan lived by Saiyan principles; what he did, was, in his eyes, for the betterment of not only himself but for the general populace of his planet. Through blood he had invigorated the poor people of Saru, giving them entertainment and giving rise to the soul within them that rallied under Boliko Koregutsu's wing when he ascended to the throne. Half of the current Saiyan military was currently comprised of the poorest families' warriors, and their General of all things had heralded from the slums.
In the eyes of Kaio and Makaio, however, to murder for such a cause was an obvious wrongdoing, thus, it was set in stone that it was a sin. Fifty one lives had been taken by the hands of this chained Saiyan whom struggled before him, snarling his exertions and pains as he sought to free himself so that he might tear the head from this demon who had imprisoned him here against his will. Ezreal smiled, such fire in the soul of this creature, he thought to himself as blood rolled from Rensou's wrists, such was his struggling against his bindings.
“Tell me, Saiyan, what was the numerical reading of your fighting strength before you died?” The demon droned, pacing towards the brute before him to let his yellowed eyes a better pass over him. Immaculate was his warring stature, every movement of the Saiyan slightly different as he sought a weakness in the energy chains that bound him. Wrenching, pulling with arm and then with leg, twisting the chains and causing the wounds to deepen further was he, biting back the pain with every movement that sought freedom.
The Saiyan before Ezreal spat upon the floor, snarling his answer as energy soared around him as he employed the Kousho in an effort to tear the links apart and then this jailer. “Much higher than yours, devil!” roared the Saiyan. Ezreal found him intriguing, stubborn and intelligent; utter drive. There was a certain point when foolish determination transcended to something else, and the Makaioshin could feel greatness reverberating with every struggling action. Wish a movement of his hand, the next pull of the Saiyan tore several more meters of black chain from the floor. . .allowing the tethered beast more room to maneuver.
With that given to him, Rensou lunged forward, intent on killing his tormentor in a single swoop~