Post by Rensou Hiruen on Mar 13, 2012 20:35:24 GMT -5
After the splendid carnage, the General of the Saiyan forces set his feet upon the ground, the halo above his jagged locks following even the most miniscule movement. Rensou Hiruen had soundly defeated but two of the men he had killed while he was still alive, and the remainder had fled. Though they had been preparing for the moment of his arrival with all the earnest they could muster, they could never truly match the Saiyan prodigy in life nor death. Few could. Rensou himself had but to use one hand to count the times he had been bested in true, to the death combat. The Saiyan grinned at the thought of his mastery of his body, knowing that when and where he was challenged, it would only be by the most glorious opponent. To smile with such a dire situation to contend with, in itself, was a spectacle, and then Rensou remembered where he was. . .this was not his home, this was death, an eternal thing. The worry upon his scarred face was halted in an instant as two more demons approached him, and the final Hiruen turned to face them with a violent shimmer in his onyx eyes.
“I never killed you,” he spat, glaring at the crimson and blue creatures before him with “HELL” emblazoned upon their sleeveless shirts. Rensou almost laughed aloud at the dress the pair were in, those ridiculous shirts and tiny shorts looked nothing like the clothes from his world, the planet Vegeta. They appeared absolutely comical to the Saiyan, and a grin spread over his features. Neither demon wielded a fighting power worth mention, nor did they approach menacingly. For now, the duo would be allowed to live.
“You're pretty strong,” the blue one noted, tiny horns reaching outward from a tuft of hair atop his head. The pair crossed their arms over their broad chests, which made Rensou's own upper mass pale in comparison. The Saiyan smirked, the fact was obvious that he was powerful. . .these demons before him knew not half of his strength, and already they complimented him. “Perhaps you should train with us!” Upbeat and ridiculous, these two beings were, and the body of Rensou turned upon his feet and he began to stride away in the opposite direction. A worthless encounter. The Saiyan pondered upon the idea of forever ridding himself of their presence with a single burst of his energies, but decided not to waste his time with such petty, inconsequential things.
It was then that the second demon called out, angrily berating his fellow with harsh words and lush volume springing from his cords. “You idiot! Lord Ezreal will have our heads for this!” he cried with tears welling in his eyes, things Rensou noted as he turned to face them for a final time 'lest they managed to provide some meaning to their interactions with him. The Saiyan tilted his head to the side, pondering the word “lord,” a lord was a leader, a master, and man of power and standing. Rensou smiled. Perhaps he might find more information about his predicament from this “Ezreal.” As the pair fought between them with both fist and spoken word, Rensou interrupted their clash with a clearing of his throat. “Lord...Ezreal?” he asked, tentatively, but with a measure of vigor in his voice.
“Y-yes, L-lord Ez...Ezreal asked us to deliver this to you personally!” and the tear stricken Demon thrust a rolled scrap of parchment into the Saiyan's hand with absolute haste, and with that. . .the pair was gone, disappeared into nothingness. This only further served to confuse Rensou before Saiyan disinterest caught hold of him once again and he decided to unroll the delivery, hopeful for more content that would obviously be there. Those Onyx orbs flitted over three simple words before he a sensation overcame his whole, a sense of falling. . .the feel of heat against his skin, and then the feeling of a terrible evil.
The parchment fluttered to the ground, a copse of blackened vegetation stinking with rot and death where Rensou Hiruen's feet had once been, but no longer were. The paper landed with those three simple words pointing toward the sky.
“I never killed you,” he spat, glaring at the crimson and blue creatures before him with “HELL” emblazoned upon their sleeveless shirts. Rensou almost laughed aloud at the dress the pair were in, those ridiculous shirts and tiny shorts looked nothing like the clothes from his world, the planet Vegeta. They appeared absolutely comical to the Saiyan, and a grin spread over his features. Neither demon wielded a fighting power worth mention, nor did they approach menacingly. For now, the duo would be allowed to live.
“You're pretty strong,” the blue one noted, tiny horns reaching outward from a tuft of hair atop his head. The pair crossed their arms over their broad chests, which made Rensou's own upper mass pale in comparison. The Saiyan smirked, the fact was obvious that he was powerful. . .these demons before him knew not half of his strength, and already they complimented him. “Perhaps you should train with us!” Upbeat and ridiculous, these two beings were, and the body of Rensou turned upon his feet and he began to stride away in the opposite direction. A worthless encounter. The Saiyan pondered upon the idea of forever ridding himself of their presence with a single burst of his energies, but decided not to waste his time with such petty, inconsequential things.
It was then that the second demon called out, angrily berating his fellow with harsh words and lush volume springing from his cords. “You idiot! Lord Ezreal will have our heads for this!” he cried with tears welling in his eyes, things Rensou noted as he turned to face them for a final time 'lest they managed to provide some meaning to their interactions with him. The Saiyan tilted his head to the side, pondering the word “lord,” a lord was a leader, a master, and man of power and standing. Rensou smiled. Perhaps he might find more information about his predicament from this “Ezreal.” As the pair fought between them with both fist and spoken word, Rensou interrupted their clash with a clearing of his throat. “Lord...Ezreal?” he asked, tentatively, but with a measure of vigor in his voice.
“Y-yes, L-lord Ez...Ezreal asked us to deliver this to you personally!” and the tear stricken Demon thrust a rolled scrap of parchment into the Saiyan's hand with absolute haste, and with that. . .the pair was gone, disappeared into nothingness. This only further served to confuse Rensou before Saiyan disinterest caught hold of him once again and he decided to unroll the delivery, hopeful for more content that would obviously be there. Those Onyx orbs flitted over three simple words before he a sensation overcame his whole, a sense of falling. . .the feel of heat against his skin, and then the feeling of a terrible evil.
The parchment fluttered to the ground, a copse of blackened vegetation stinking with rot and death where Rensou Hiruen's feet had once been, but no longer were. The paper landed with those three simple words pointing toward the sky.
“See you soon.”
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