Post by Davis & Azazel on Sept 3, 2018 14:26:17 GMT -6
Davis sat in Hell, on a rock, just… Waiting it felt like, and he was just sitting there. And for the rest of eternity? No, he felt like he should prove himself to be good, a person worthy of heaven, not hell because of some demon.
Though, he could say through his time here… He learned of times before him, times where there were heroes of great power, so many that the universe literally was not many villains the could even step up to power.
It both made him happy and fearful. If no villains… What was a hero? Just a person, they needed villains but truly… It would be better for people if villains didn't exist. More peaceful. He also learned of power he never heard of, ripping space-time… Maybe… Maybe he could perform that. It'd be interesting to try, maybe forcing himself to Earth once more… It'd be a start to getting the path of good.
He also learned a lot about Azazel, a strange one. The demon was weird and he didn't understand him too much. “So… Your saying… You technically are my grandfather and all my other family members put into one… There souls, harboured in you, a demon… And you also have existed for aeons.”
“Aye. We just went over that.” Azazel said, sitting crossed armed, looking like Davis without any of the demonic features. “I don't believe it. I can't believe it.” “I'm telling the truth,” he replied, looking bored at the endless expanse.
“So why are you evil Azazel? Can you answer me that? Or will you dart around that you sly fool?” Davis asked, looking over at him, the demon looking over with a grin. “Finally asking huh? Took ya long enough but evil is too subjective of a word. Like the word good, I do not like it. What's good to you is disgusting nonsense to I.”
“Light and dark, good and evil, heroes and villains… The line is blurry. Very. I hold a notion of proving one's existence. The strong exist while the weak die if you cannot prove you are strong enough to survive if you cling to peace and life… You are weak and pitiful. The Logic of the Sword. The ambrosia that can kill the gods, is the very ambrosia they crave.”
“I wish to destroy and completely terminate the ones who are ‘protectors’ and let people fight, let people survive and fight for there life. There very existence. That is my logic, the logic of the sword. Kari had a right to exist while we did not, we were weak. But she did not either because she was too weak, but we will become strong and not fade into the bitterness of nothing.”
Azazel said this in a tone that showed his conviction to this very destructive belief. Davis looked over at him, lips pushed together. “... That’s stupid," he said, quietly, not whispering but in a hushed tone, looking across the expanse, his words falling onto deaf ears. “Ha, you do. Heroes, Villains… We both do it. Proving it that logic. It doesn't go away since you don't think it's true.” Azazel snapped back, smirking as the human tightened his grip.
“Do you know a way to escape?” he asked this, looking over at Azazel. “I mean, yeah. Duh. I went to the Afterlife, Demon Realm, Mortal Realm… I’ve been to all. I know the in’s and outs, and it’s interesting, gotta know or you’ll tear yourself apart in time-space.” Azazel said, smirking and chuckled as if daring the human to try it. “Teach me Demon or I’ll do tests myself and possibly destroy us both.” Davis hissed back.
“...” Azazel moved and gazed into Davis’s eyes, narrowing them as the businessman held a look of conviction and a look that wanted the Demon to test him. “Tch, fine! Now, head 50 feet north, 34 feet North East and finally, 3 steps right, facing North,” he murmurs and Davis calmly follows each step slow and methodically.
“Now, transform-” and before he finished, the human has the tail whipping around, and dark energy filled around him. It was like the universe screeched beneath his claws, it waning as Davis drug his claw in the air… It seemed scared of him. Which shocked him. Even something like reality wanes to him, a little… He could go farther… Even more.
“Now, picture it… Picture where you want to go… Maybe your corpse? Or just Badman City… Or whatever it’s called.” he said with Davis glancing at him. “You can see Earth?” “Course I can! Anywho, once you do that, pull. Make the laws of the universe yours to tear apart to use. Force yourself through it!” he said, his voice leaking a little eagerness he held.
Davis simply narrowed his eyes and filled it with dark energy. “Black Hole,” he whispered, an artificial black hole slowly formed and was sucking in everything within miles of them, pulling it into the void of endless nothing. He grabbed it and put his hand into it, moving the darkness around his claw and using it to pierce the veil of reality, of life and death. “I cannot die. I will always come back. My very soul would need to be killed. This is my realm, my… World. My Throne World.” he muttered.
Sighing and seeing he beat death, conquered it, he looked at Azazel who was proud. “Death is a road, a metamorphosis.” the demon muttered, grinning like a madman. Davis chuckled, looking into the view of Earth. He felt lighter and realized it’d be harder to get stronger as a dead man. “I need to get a damn body…” he said, sighing.
He walked through and felt his body lurch as he made his way through, Azazel snapping to him and forcing together as they both scream in pain, merging… Into one being. And they were forced back through, and they rolled around, merging almost. "GAHHHH!" it screams out, for all to hear.
PL: 39,994
Trans PL: 79,998
Trans: x2 Mayko Influence
