Post by Zhaiyu on Jul 25, 2013 7:59:41 GMT -5
The residual click of boots against the polished stone floor leading to the throne room was all his subjects needed to know to follow orders and prepare for his arrival. The blond-haired Makaioshin swept a hand through his bangs to place them out and away from his face only to connect it with his other hand behind his back, straightening his posture as he stared forward. An inky black darkness crawled from the space between the two throne room doors as its occupants hurried to throw them open, hoping they were in time to grant their King passage. He stepped through the small gap without so much as a nod to the demons quickly scurrying away from the door to line the walls, then ascended the stairs leading to his throne. While he didn't care much for internal affairs, apparently something dire had indeed come up.
He stepped up and stopped just before the large seat of power before turning slowly and easing himself down onto the structure, crossing one leg over his lap. His right hand gently grasped the arm rest while his left would support his chin as he leaned the weight of his head into his knuckles. He peered around at those who had already gathered, but it seemed nobody wished to be the bearer of bad news. ''You know, it is one thing entirely to call me here as if you feel you can give me orders. It is another entirely to call upon me and waste my time. I trust you all realize this.'' He spoke quietly but firmly, and finally one of the smaller demons, about knee-height, gathered up the courage to kneel before the steps and speak.
''Sire, sire! Word through the grapevine leads us, the most loyal of your subjects, to let you in on a confirmed rumor!'' The King quirked an eyebrow, then motioned with his hand to proceed. ''There's been talk of rebellion, but of course the imbeciles can't decide who to lead it! They've decided to have a tournament to train and prepare and decide who their leader should be. Our scouts report fluctuating energy levels have been reported out in the wastes!'' ''Is that so...'' Zhaiyu's face stretched into a wicked, bloodthirsty grin, his short fangs adding nothing for comfort. Moments later, a deep red energy blast would tackle the subject from his kneeling position, sending him into a roll that ended with a collision into the throne room wall with smoke rolling off of his carcass.
Without flinching and remaining seated, the King's eyes quickly darted over to the one responsible. His hand still produced smoke from the fiery assault, and Zhaiyu didn't exactly look amused. ''You cretin. Did you think I needed him to find out? I'm the strongest being in this forsaken place you call home, and you seem to have forgotten yours.'' Quickly panicking, the waist-height demon responsible let loose a flurry of very weak and inaccurate blasts that swarmed behind the throne, knocking small portions out of the floor. One stray bolt headed straight for Zhaiyu, and he boredly swatted it away like a house fly. He stood up slowly and advanced, and the smaller demon tried to make an escape; however, he was met with Zhaiyu appearing right in front of him to cut him off.
Wasting no time, he clutched the insect by his neck and slammed him into the wall of the throne room's hallway, producing deep spider-web like cracks in the structure as the would-be aggressor faded from consciousness. He turned and hurled him back into the throne room with one hand, causing him to bounce once or twice before sliding before the jailers. ''Jail him for now. Be ready to receive his execution date.'' The two nodded and scurried off into the dungeons with his body. Zhaiyu continued his advance down the hallway and through the winding corridors of the fortress he called home, eventually arriving at the exit to an area deemed ''The Wastes''. He looked out over the barren valleys and cliffs with rivers of red flowing calmly, then slowly rose into the air.
His aura spiked up suddenly to instill authority and fear, and he blasted off in the direction of the energy signals he'd been feeling for some time. After several minutes he'd disguised his power level and landed on a cliff overlooking a small dirt-and-rock arena with a small bounce to regain his balance, then folded his arms and looked on. This ''rebellion'' would most likely never get off of its feet; each demon claimed to be stronger than the one that wanted to fight the leader, so for a small while he merely sat and watched the show as the brutes beat each other to a pulp. It wouldn't be for a while until they would finally notice him. ''H-He's here! He's here!'' He stared on with no small amount of boredom, waiting for the panic to subside. ''Is this it? Is this all? This is no rebellion. You're speaking to a being that has completed two by himself.'' He laughed.
''Let him be as full of himself as he wants, he's bluffing! I can barely sense a thing from him!'' With that notion, one of the lesser but more brutish of the group blasted off in flight right at the King himself. In a flash he sprang to his feet and burst forward, planting his boot right in the demon's chest and sending it bouncing across the makeshift arena. ''I have never seen such stupidity in all my life. How do you think I became King? You can't even come close to comparing to the being that reigned before me. None of you.'' ''He's just trying to scare us! Sure he might be fast, but if we all attack at once we can take him out no problem!'' The demon he kicked clambered up onto its feet again, the group of them powered up in unison.
Zhaiyu allowed them to take their time before they all blasted off into flight right for him. It was at this point he decided to unwind and have a little bit of fun; he peered at them with no real concern as he released the disguise on his power level, then powered up himself as his aura began to grow and flicker. He could have sworn by the look of horror on this ragtag squad of demons' faces that they were going to run away or at the least slow down, but perhaps even they knew it was far too late. Outstretching one hand, a spark of magic gave way to the arrival of Wailing Dark, firmly grasped at the center by the Makaioshin. He raised the other hand and pulled the sheath off of the blade, tossing it into the wind.
''Hard work, training, none of it at all can compare to how I ascended the throne. I am Makaioshin. It was nothing short of my birthright!'' He got that sadistic grin on his face again as he postured himself into a slouched stance and blasted off from the top of the cliff, the blade of Wailing Dark glistening through the air. The demons attempted to scatter, but the attempt would wind up futile; each of them were utterly outclassed and picked off within seconds of each other, and by the end, the sword had been banished again as the decimated group of demons lay in a pile. Popping his neck a few times, Zhaiyu turned on his heel and slowly made his way back toward the fortress in a slow, calm walk.
He stepped up and stopped just before the large seat of power before turning slowly and easing himself down onto the structure, crossing one leg over his lap. His right hand gently grasped the arm rest while his left would support his chin as he leaned the weight of his head into his knuckles. He peered around at those who had already gathered, but it seemed nobody wished to be the bearer of bad news. ''You know, it is one thing entirely to call me here as if you feel you can give me orders. It is another entirely to call upon me and waste my time. I trust you all realize this.'' He spoke quietly but firmly, and finally one of the smaller demons, about knee-height, gathered up the courage to kneel before the steps and speak.
''Sire, sire! Word through the grapevine leads us, the most loyal of your subjects, to let you in on a confirmed rumor!'' The King quirked an eyebrow, then motioned with his hand to proceed. ''There's been talk of rebellion, but of course the imbeciles can't decide who to lead it! They've decided to have a tournament to train and prepare and decide who their leader should be. Our scouts report fluctuating energy levels have been reported out in the wastes!'' ''Is that so...'' Zhaiyu's face stretched into a wicked, bloodthirsty grin, his short fangs adding nothing for comfort. Moments later, a deep red energy blast would tackle the subject from his kneeling position, sending him into a roll that ended with a collision into the throne room wall with smoke rolling off of his carcass.
Without flinching and remaining seated, the King's eyes quickly darted over to the one responsible. His hand still produced smoke from the fiery assault, and Zhaiyu didn't exactly look amused. ''You cretin. Did you think I needed him to find out? I'm the strongest being in this forsaken place you call home, and you seem to have forgotten yours.'' Quickly panicking, the waist-height demon responsible let loose a flurry of very weak and inaccurate blasts that swarmed behind the throne, knocking small portions out of the floor. One stray bolt headed straight for Zhaiyu, and he boredly swatted it away like a house fly. He stood up slowly and advanced, and the smaller demon tried to make an escape; however, he was met with Zhaiyu appearing right in front of him to cut him off.
Wasting no time, he clutched the insect by his neck and slammed him into the wall of the throne room's hallway, producing deep spider-web like cracks in the structure as the would-be aggressor faded from consciousness. He turned and hurled him back into the throne room with one hand, causing him to bounce once or twice before sliding before the jailers. ''Jail him for now. Be ready to receive his execution date.'' The two nodded and scurried off into the dungeons with his body. Zhaiyu continued his advance down the hallway and through the winding corridors of the fortress he called home, eventually arriving at the exit to an area deemed ''The Wastes''. He looked out over the barren valleys and cliffs with rivers of red flowing calmly, then slowly rose into the air.
His aura spiked up suddenly to instill authority and fear, and he blasted off in the direction of the energy signals he'd been feeling for some time. After several minutes he'd disguised his power level and landed on a cliff overlooking a small dirt-and-rock arena with a small bounce to regain his balance, then folded his arms and looked on. This ''rebellion'' would most likely never get off of its feet; each demon claimed to be stronger than the one that wanted to fight the leader, so for a small while he merely sat and watched the show as the brutes beat each other to a pulp. It wouldn't be for a while until they would finally notice him. ''H-He's here! He's here!'' He stared on with no small amount of boredom, waiting for the panic to subside. ''Is this it? Is this all? This is no rebellion. You're speaking to a being that has completed two by himself.'' He laughed.
''Let him be as full of himself as he wants, he's bluffing! I can barely sense a thing from him!'' With that notion, one of the lesser but more brutish of the group blasted off in flight right at the King himself. In a flash he sprang to his feet and burst forward, planting his boot right in the demon's chest and sending it bouncing across the makeshift arena. ''I have never seen such stupidity in all my life. How do you think I became King? You can't even come close to comparing to the being that reigned before me. None of you.'' ''He's just trying to scare us! Sure he might be fast, but if we all attack at once we can take him out no problem!'' The demon he kicked clambered up onto its feet again, the group of them powered up in unison.
Zhaiyu allowed them to take their time before they all blasted off into flight right for him. It was at this point he decided to unwind and have a little bit of fun; he peered at them with no real concern as he released the disguise on his power level, then powered up himself as his aura began to grow and flicker. He could have sworn by the look of horror on this ragtag squad of demons' faces that they were going to run away or at the least slow down, but perhaps even they knew it was far too late. Outstretching one hand, a spark of magic gave way to the arrival of Wailing Dark, firmly grasped at the center by the Makaioshin. He raised the other hand and pulled the sheath off of the blade, tossing it into the wind.
''Hard work, training, none of it at all can compare to how I ascended the throne. I am Makaioshin. It was nothing short of my birthright!'' He got that sadistic grin on his face again as he postured himself into a slouched stance and blasted off from the top of the cliff, the blade of Wailing Dark glistening through the air. The demons attempted to scatter, but the attempt would wind up futile; each of them were utterly outclassed and picked off within seconds of each other, and by the end, the sword had been banished again as the decimated group of demons lay in a pile. Popping his neck a few times, Zhaiyu turned on his heel and slowly made his way back toward the fortress in a slow, calm walk.
