Post by Nasu on Sept 25, 2023 18:08:42 GMT -5
“GYAAAHH!! HELP!”
A loud, high pitched noise waved all across the air in the depths of Hell. A sound yet so audible and so muffled by the suffocating winds of such desolate wastelands where even the stench spoke the simple and instinctive language of Death, from the coarse and rough sands to the heat that nearly turned into flames each time one would inhale from their nostrils. It was unbearable. And yet how could such a gentle voice find themselves in such a place? Had they truly committed sins so great, or could it be perhaps they chanced to accidentally fall in Hell?
It would not be the first time this happened, after all. Yet, the one that managed to speak up was one such soul without a vessel, but it was different from the souls of the dead for it was indeed a magical creature of the Afterlife, as suggested by its celestial and bright nature, almost as if it had been drawn after the picture of Heaven itself. An orb that floated in the middle of nowhere in Hell, with an unknown purpose and completely defenseless.
When she had first come down to Hell, what she had expected to find was perhaps a slim chance to once more retrieve what was her own and yet due to her lack of patience, once more she had been made target of these fiendish creatures that chose to prey on the weak; on those that could not help themselves. For the orb currently drifted between the woods’ trees, in the hopes to escape that which chased her; an horde of diabolic creatures made of bones.
They were the wicked, demons and alike that festered these lands with the mere intent of feasting upon other souls, manifested unto the corporeal form of the skeletons that had filled the living world’s graveyards. Rusty, yellow and with crimson eyes, yet they ran far more efficiently than any skeleton ever could, as their feet sunk into the dirt and through a pseudoform of terrain manipulation simply skimmed across the ground as if they fused with it.
Each and every one of their bony arms tried to finally grasp the fleeing orb, and often with little result. While the poor soul was indeed without a body and means to defend herself, she did not however possess the burden of a body, she could traverse the world without too much trouble except for this forest’s strange vines that managed to block her passage for each time she came too close, they would close upon her as if trying to wrap around her, and thus she could not fly away that easily since the entire sky above was dressed by the vines that created something akin to a network that enclosed the entirety of the forest.
Her best shot was to run until she could possibly find an exit through the thicket. Trees passed by her sight, one after another, until there were no more… an open area where trees did not grow, and yet what stood ahead was an intrinsic web of vines that had created a cork of sorts. What crude coincidence was this? Was fate messing with her? Or could it even be that this forest was doing it on purpose? However now, there was nowhere else to run for when the orb spun around, all she saw were the skeletons that were mere feet away from her. It was over. The undead-like creatures groaned in anticipation to feast on their prey, they lunged upon her… and then, one moment later, they were all over the place.
A thud, followed by loud cracks, as their bones were sundered into pieces that easily shattered into even smaller pieces just from how rotten those flesh-less corpses truly were, spawning a cloud of bone dust that, at first sight, weaved almost entirely around the object that brought about this mess.
If the poor soul still possessed a body right now, she would just be gaping right now. Not a single word escaped her mouth now, for she was speechless to find this stranger come to her succor.
However, most importantly– That thing was far too large to rightfully be called a sword.
The swordsman stepped forward, either accidentally or intentionally stepping onto a broken skeleton’s leftover skull and completely shattering it with his bare weight beneath his steel boot, he pulled back his sword that nearly spanned an entire seven feet and then once more lifted it up up his shoulder and swung, sending other skeletons that lunged at him, fly straight into the vines that sucked them away.
Massive, thick, heavy, and cruder than any other blade.
The armored man grit his teeth, with strength alone, he lifted the weapon all the way up and the base of its blade rested against his shoulders until his arm let go and struck a straight line into a lone skeleton that remained, as the otherworldly misfit completely ended its life of misdeeds, crumbling under the weight of the weapon.
Indeed, it was like a slab of raw iron.
A brief pause occurred, neither of them said a word, but the man did indeed acknowledge the spirit– now rightfully frightened, would she be next to suffer this man’s wrath? But such doubts were misspelled when he smiled, finally.
“Are you alright?”Thread Power Level: 124,847
This solo takes place back when Nasu's PL around 109,000. Set after the Super Saiyan AT and immediately after Nasu meets Jackie in Heaven; Nasu returns to Namek, in the hopes of better understanding this newly discovered power, until he is pulled through the veil of reality and finds himself in the Afterlife.
This solo will progressively be updated with further posts.
WC: 895