Post by Imugi on May 22, 2023 23:02:35 GMT -5
If the common man was told that Hell could prove a good spot for rest, he might just accuse the informant of being a demon. Which, in fairness, Imugi most certainly was. The doors to the Otherworld were meant to be locked, but they and their kind knew of the key under the mat, so to speak. Uninhibited access to these shady depths was an eternal boon for many reasons, the least expected of which being that the once-mighty Imugi could find respite.
Far from the hazy, hot and rowdy heart of Hell had they travelled. If they wanted that kind of atmosphere, they’d have stayed on Konats after their timely retreat from the Tuffle capital. A trail wound through the Ashen Mountains at their back, a series of left footprints alongside a constant line as if something had been dragged in tow, slowly being obscured by the steady fall of ash. It crawled through the mountain range until reaching the distant edge. And at its end, a weary demon stood on one leg, the snow-like fall speckling their disorderly appearance as they wheezed lightly from the long trek. It would have been much shorter had they flown, but the time alone with their thoughts had been nice.
Imugi gradually let their Equilibrium go, falling into a seated position on the beach. It was their first time in a long while seeing the tremendous red ocean spanning across the horizon. The intensity ever-burning in their left eye dimmed at the sight. Crossing their arm across their midsection, they held their side, still beset by a frustrating ache. The cold air here wasn’t the easiest on their lungs, but it dulled the throb just enough. Their perennial pain had flared of late. A consequence of fighting Zoki and the boy, it seemed. Imugi steamed at the mere thought. That damned, zealous, stupid boy and his slavish devotion!
A furious hiss escaped Imugi, clutching their side tighter as pangs shot into them. Recalling those explosions that made their ears ring and teeth shiver… Wincing, they forced the event into the back of the mind, some of the pain withdrawing with it. They’d have that Saiyan’s head if he still lived. Or perhaps if he hadn’t. There were complications that came with killing a dead man, but that only meant they’d get to try as many times as need be. One day.
For now, their heart settled. With focus they could feel the crimson waters lapping at the shore. With a little more, it moved. Shuffling forward until their sandal touched the tide, Imugi brushed their cloak aside and pulled down the right shoulder of their raggedy robe. A wrapping around their chest spared them any immodesty, but there was hardly anyone around regardless. Probably. Holding their hand out, the blood-like liquid reared up to meet it, a goodly portion sliding onto their palm like a gelatinous mass. Imugi let the rest fall back into its natural flow and put their hand to their shoulder. The warm water soothed them, and soon the pain was only background noise again.
What a state to be in. Hell’s denizens could smell weakness as a shark could blood in the water. Imugi was very careful not to bleed, so the isolated beach was a blessing in that regard. Alone, with their thoughts…
Far from the hazy, hot and rowdy heart of Hell had they travelled. If they wanted that kind of atmosphere, they’d have stayed on Konats after their timely retreat from the Tuffle capital. A trail wound through the Ashen Mountains at their back, a series of left footprints alongside a constant line as if something had been dragged in tow, slowly being obscured by the steady fall of ash. It crawled through the mountain range until reaching the distant edge. And at its end, a weary demon stood on one leg, the snow-like fall speckling their disorderly appearance as they wheezed lightly from the long trek. It would have been much shorter had they flown, but the time alone with their thoughts had been nice.
Imugi gradually let their Equilibrium go, falling into a seated position on the beach. It was their first time in a long while seeing the tremendous red ocean spanning across the horizon. The intensity ever-burning in their left eye dimmed at the sight. Crossing their arm across their midsection, they held their side, still beset by a frustrating ache. The cold air here wasn’t the easiest on their lungs, but it dulled the throb just enough. Their perennial pain had flared of late. A consequence of fighting Zoki and the boy, it seemed. Imugi steamed at the mere thought. That damned, zealous, stupid boy and his slavish devotion!
A furious hiss escaped Imugi, clutching their side tighter as pangs shot into them. Recalling those explosions that made their ears ring and teeth shiver… Wincing, they forced the event into the back of the mind, some of the pain withdrawing with it. They’d have that Saiyan’s head if he still lived. Or perhaps if he hadn’t. There were complications that came with killing a dead man, but that only meant they’d get to try as many times as need be. One day.
For now, their heart settled. With focus they could feel the crimson waters lapping at the shore. With a little more, it moved. Shuffling forward until their sandal touched the tide, Imugi brushed their cloak aside and pulled down the right shoulder of their raggedy robe. A wrapping around their chest spared them any immodesty, but there was hardly anyone around regardless. Probably. Holding their hand out, the blood-like liquid reared up to meet it, a goodly portion sliding onto their palm like a gelatinous mass. Imugi let the rest fall back into its natural flow and put their hand to their shoulder. The warm water soothed them, and soon the pain was only background noise again.
What a state to be in. Hell’s denizens could smell weakness as a shark could blood in the water. Imugi was very careful not to bleed, so the isolated beach was a blessing in that regard. Alone, with their thoughts…
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