Post by Arzhael on Jul 18, 2021 12:41:57 GMT -5
Thread's PL: 5,000
Confusion filled the soul as Arzhael awoke in a land much unlike his own. Gone were the red ponds, the ogres and demons fleeing about and the stench of death. His eyes opened, but he felt his body was in striking position, as if he was stopped from finishing a foe, and yet... just awoken? That was strange, to say the least. The demon brought his sword to his back, the blade magically holding to his armor, as he gave a look around, trying to figure out in what part of the demon realm he had landed.
Nothing, not a single detail was familiar, and the demon has wandered the demon realm for over a hundred years. The sky, the grass... even the settlement he could see in the distance... nothing he had seen before, or even resembled something he would know. It did not take too long, however, for him to read the room and realize where he was. The mortal realm, yes, he remembers now, he was sent there by a demon mage before he could end them. What terrible fate, how was he supposed to find a worthy opponent in a world of fragile beings like this? Well, only time would tell.
He made his way to the settlement nearby, something called Tarbel Village. It seemed like there were festivities in the little town. His presence seemed to cast a shadow in the moon, as people turned, and while they did not realize just yet what had come, some of them were already giving him strange looks. A Saiyan in armor approached Arzhael.
'' Welcome to our village strange, is there anything we could do for...''
His sentence, like his body, was cut short, as Arzhael drew his sword and sliced the man clean in half. Was he not supposed to be an enforcer? Why was he so weak then? He sighed as the man's halves fell in separate directions, sending a wave of panic in the crowd, most of them fleeing, with a handful of proud Saiyans standing their ground.
'' I was told my bloodlust came from Saiyans. I must have taken all of it.''
He would say, visibly disappointed in the opposition he was getting by the look of their energy signature.
Confusion filled the soul as Arzhael awoke in a land much unlike his own. Gone were the red ponds, the ogres and demons fleeing about and the stench of death. His eyes opened, but he felt his body was in striking position, as if he was stopped from finishing a foe, and yet... just awoken? That was strange, to say the least. The demon brought his sword to his back, the blade magically holding to his armor, as he gave a look around, trying to figure out in what part of the demon realm he had landed.
Nothing, not a single detail was familiar, and the demon has wandered the demon realm for over a hundred years. The sky, the grass... even the settlement he could see in the distance... nothing he had seen before, or even resembled something he would know. It did not take too long, however, for him to read the room and realize where he was. The mortal realm, yes, he remembers now, he was sent there by a demon mage before he could end them. What terrible fate, how was he supposed to find a worthy opponent in a world of fragile beings like this? Well, only time would tell.
He made his way to the settlement nearby, something called Tarbel Village. It seemed like there were festivities in the little town. His presence seemed to cast a shadow in the moon, as people turned, and while they did not realize just yet what had come, some of them were already giving him strange looks. A Saiyan in armor approached Arzhael.
'' Welcome to our village strange, is there anything we could do for...''
His sentence, like his body, was cut short, as Arzhael drew his sword and sliced the man clean in half. Was he not supposed to be an enforcer? Why was he so weak then? He sighed as the man's halves fell in separate directions, sending a wave of panic in the crowd, most of them fleeing, with a handful of proud Saiyans standing their ground.
'' I was told my bloodlust came from Saiyans. I must have taken all of it.''
He would say, visibly disappointed in the opposition he was getting by the look of their energy signature.