Who Will Descend Into the Abyss? (Open)

There was nothing like a good old pilgrimage to the shrine. Truthfully in the end he did not exactly ever move away from here, it was close to his home, isolated off to the far isle back when he had yet to face his evil counterpart, but that was many years ago and by now that shed was a shared household for the both of them, where they contemplated life and meditated alongside guard duty. Not often could they manage to do much to assist Namek, but soon this would change.

Omin grumbled under his breath quietly while he climbed the last steps that brought him to the Shrine of Porunga, one beautiful monument indeed, but he was not alone that day… Instead he found a fellow Namekian. One that seemed so desperate and oppressed by his own sense of guilt, it was quite rare to find one like this, yet perhaps it was because he believed that he stood alone at the moment.

The Namekian for one was of course worshiped Porunga, in some sense, like most of the Namekians that lived here. But he did not go that far, to such lengths, because in the end, guilt and regret were all powerful forces that one could only face by moving on; no one’s forgiveness could make that feel any better. He did not know the stranger here, but perhaps he could at least lend a hand.

“If you truly are sorry, then you are better off just proving it. Otherwise I fear His forgiveness would not really serve any other purpose except making you feel a little better.”

Omin showed himself to Gandigan. He was one unit of a figure, built and muscular and yet while not looking the part, somehow managed to hold the composure of an elder and perhaps it was the scars that could best convey the message of his true identity. For the rest he was wrapped in traditional warrior, brown robes.

“I am Omin. Who are you?”

Omin Power Level: 12,000

WC: 335

Omin for one did not really display any unreasonable reaction once his kinsman introduced himself as a member of the Mazoku, for many reasons. It was true that since ancient times Omin had been one of the few Warriors that first took on the mantle of battling against this tribe, but it was exactly the overexposure that did not really amuse him all that much. Besides there was a surprisingly high amount of Mazoku around… even his evil counterpart could formerly be considered one of them, so of course he had already grown accustomed to their presence before.

“And I am of the Warriors, pleased to meet you.”

With due respect and politeness Omin was found to be completely unbothered by the truth of this individual’s identity… if anything they were most deserving of his attention to make sure they would not go down the wrong path. If they had not done so already, maybe at least they could be redeemed. The Namekian did not hesitate to land his hand for the handshake, and nodded quietly.

“I did. But you did say something about a parasite, or something, right? So you also had a situation of your own… It is not like us Namekians are saints. No one is beneath our vivid, starring sky. We will commit mistakes until our very last breathing moment. You did what you did, but it is perhaps time to seek a brighter morrow.”

A way to prove himself… well, of course there was a problem. Who would he prove himself to, exactly? It was not like he was under trial or there was anyone righteous enough to be the judge here. If anything, since sorrow and regret was the alternative, did he not just need to prove it to himself?

“You know your misdeeds better than I do. If you would allow me to pick your brain for a moment, it is not like there will ever be anything of equal weight to those you have wronged before… thus perhaps all you must do is move on, and live according to your faith in Porunga.”

WC: 352
Total WC: 687

The news of a demon beginning to control his brethren was of course disturbing, but there was plenty Omin did not actually understand… he did experience something similar in the past, but more than a demon that was mostly the inner conflict that eventually spawned his longlife brother. His counterpart. Certainly Omin did not think that was anything like that, but given this individual came from the Mazoku perhaps they had different problems of their own much like the other clans had their own.

“Will is not often that strong, but temptation is. Nevertheless you stand now reborn from that experience, you should not underestimate the value in that opportunity.”

Omin stated. Yes, of course the fact that he acknowledged this much as a fault, was of course a first step towards a better life, whether that would lead him was yet to be decided however. Or perhaps it was all written in stone already. The Namekian believed a larger path of his own people had chosen to live a quiet life because that was what suited them, that did not mean having not committed the kind of actions this man had did not amount to ‘sin’, if one was to call it that.

Perhaps not taking action towards one’s own desires was a sin of its own.

He did eye him with a thin veil of curiosity, with an uncertainty that certainly rivaled that of most other elders. It was an ambitious project, he did not wish to demonify that notion, however he festered his own doubts.

“Admirable. In your own shoes, I would not have ever thought about it that far. But that is because I have seen, I have fought and more for years than most others out here on our own world. I believe we are all brothers. My own brother had fought in the name of the Mazoku and now he is a changed man, defending neither side but the peace that could bind us all. I do not know if your project will work but I certainly hope it will. There has been such a strange and many conflicts coming from people outside our own world, we do not need any more conflict between ourselves.”

Omin commented sincerely, but of course the next question came to be a little difficult to answer. He did believe and had faith in Porunga, but that was it. He had always carried it along with him, never did he explain it to anyone else. Well, there was a first time for anything.

“It is to protect the love we have for this world, and the people that live on it. For me, at least.”

WC: 447
Total WC: 1,134

Omin hummed, quietly. It was kind of a difficult situation to explain… was his brother a Mazoku? Well, that would depend on one’s point of view, but if he had to compare Theris to any other Mazoku then no, there was quite a vast difference, by birthright. So of course Omin first came up ahead with a quiet shake of his head, signaling that the course of things was not quite that way.

“At that time, I myself was a troubled soul. I was around to witness some of the most heated conflicts between our people, and at the time doubts grew within me until I could no longer pass the day without a breakdown. In the end… I chose to do away with those thoughts and split myself in two parts. While I do call him my brother, in truth we used to be one and the same. All he did was disguise himself as a Mazoku simply to oppose me, for he was all of my fear, anger and hatred.”

Omin explained shortly, whilst he looked over the shrine. A symbol that he witnessed regularly, very much so regularly, in the end it had become more than just a symbol if not a common view for him.

“It is a long story. But eventually from the hate he was spawned from, we had the time to settle things and all that was left was the love he also had for all life on this world. And now we just live day by day, doing what we can. Even though I myself have found my own efforts to be in vain.”

He did not know what to think about a King of the Mazoku, alas as long as he did not look to conquer everything else, he did not really care. The times were different now, there were other people that would likely have more than a say in this than either one of the sundered Namekians would by now. Perhaps, it was time for a personal change.

“Feared throughout the galaxy you say… Well. I can not say I care much for fear. I would prefer respect. Now that you say so, however, I wonder if perhaps we can not learn from those that live on other worlds. Perhaps I can grow stronger by meeting different people. Have you ever been offworld before?”

WC: 396
Total WC: 1,530

He could understand any manner of confusion with this matter. It was not completely common for their people to suddenly split, it had a lot of negatives such as their powers being split into two first and foremost… however at the moment rather than a willing decision, it was almost like a reflex when the self doubt grew far too strong. So many years ago that by now it was ancient history.

“We had our conflicts and many things did not work out between the two of us at the time. We fixed them with time, and eventually found our way together once more.”

Omin then turned to look at the sanctuary. It was a tough story to tell nowadays. The context was entirely missing, the clan dynamics had mostly dulled since the time any of that happened. His brother mostly identified as a Mazoku as the result of the gruesome battles he took part of, so in the end it was hard to really understand which one he really was… but he was a Namekian, that much he knew.

“Respect and fear both are earned, if you think about it. I, at least, would much rather be respected than feared. I feel like it is harder to earn respect than it is to earn others’ fear.”

The idea of going off world had just come to him and perhaps, he wondered if that was not exactly what he had been missing. He had grown soft by seeing the same things every time, perhaps it was time for a change, so he could learn and adapt. Both him and his brother.

“Is that so?…Then perhaps I ought to give it a try myself. I had never seen much outside of Namek, maybe this is what I am missing. Thank you.”

WC: 301
Total WC: 1,831

The perspective of going off world had in a short conversation become very possible. There was no way Omin could stay like this… of course while he had not participated in any of the latest major battles, most of the powers that would shine across Namek were that easy to perceive and sense… and most of them were some real monsters. There was no way that Omin could simply stay this way and keep fighting, or perhaps, there was no other purpose to be had with him and his brother but to rot and eventually die.

Who could tell? Nevertheless the Namekian did not exactly mind whether Gandigan would rule over the Mazoku or not, he saw no harm in it and to be fair he did not exactly oppose them in such a long time. Therefore it was basically something that he would rather watch and see what would come out of it. In any case, there was nothing else he had to say in the matter… or really anything else to offer. At best he chose to try and shoulder some of his discomfort just now when he stood by the statue.

“I think I will pack my things and explore these worlds in the meanwhile, then. It might be worth the time, after all.”

He did not know what his brother Theris would think of this development, but he believed the two would likely come to the conclusion that it would benefit both of them.

“Thank you, Gandigan. I wish you the best luck, and pray that I return to see a better Namek than when I left with you as the head of the Mazoku.”

Omin nodded and shortly after, he left the shrine only to wander back at the camp both him and his brother would rest at… there was not much else to do now but leave and of course he would make sure to come back stronger; both him and Theris.

WC: 328
Total WC: 2,159

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