Finally... I'm home. [Open]

Freedom... Such a concept had always eluded Sensoa, as it was the principle he could never really wrap his head around. The freedom to make choices on his own, and the ideals that came with it. With Barban's death, and the meeting of warriors that solidified his beliefs that he was on the right path. This had spun the demon in an ever spiraling decent into introversion than ever before. He tackled the idea that he was only here because he wanted to have a security blanket and a desire to feel whole again. He had thought of the idea that perhaps he had come here because he was running away, and that with the earthlings constant picking a part his ideas that the demon was slowly becoming less of his "self."

All of this had brought the demon spiraling into a self destroying tendency. He had been destroying himself in such a way, he could not hardly see the way he once proclaimed. His beliefs in his strength had been challenged once before, having been shook to its core so often he had wondered if he was even Sensoa anymore. The revelation that the demon had been split in half had of course also begged the question, was Sensoa even truly his own person as well? With hakai able to feel his emotions, and the constant surveillance  that came with it, this left the demon ultimately torn.

His grief, his anger, his doubts, his self loathing, and happiness for battle had all been a delicate balance he had to keep tackling by the hour. Sensoa's mental strength could be praised, being able to not only be brought so low that he considered suicide, but to also pick himself up once more. To be torn a part by the views of others without the safety walls of his own beliefs, to experience doubts on such a basis that it would seem like fate was beyond just cruel. All of this had shaped the demon to finally understand just what it was he was attempting to do.

The demon walked forward, his foot falls heavy upon the dirt. His mind wondering over the ideals he had, of how this world was the origin of his moral compass. He felt the weight of each step, the desires of this demon had been running rampant for so long now. To put it into a simple term, he felt like he had been a blob of easily mushed together bits. Like he was being shaped by those around him, and by the experiences he had in the mortal realm. The solidified hatred he had back when he attempted to take over the world, and the despair of realizing he couldn't do it because he was scared... All of it had shaped a demon who was just tired... While Sensoa had always been an angry individual, one who reacted to those around him... The demon was finding his anger to be tempered in the cold realities of this world and the other. 

He had come to terms that this realm was where he belonged, and with that tempered hatred he knew he could achieve power beyond anything he had ever thought possible. His current strength was immense, yet it grew each passing day. The demon had the potential to go further than this and that now felt like he was a solid being for the first time in a long time. He felt solid, whole, but lacking... He knew what needed to be done... Yet that would have to wait as the demon suddenly realized he sensed an immense energy nearby... Familiar...

Sensoa turned his head to the east, on an island in the distance. A large one floating some distance away, which he took to the sky after. He didn't take long to get there, his speed allowing him to reach the island in a matter of seconds. It was when he landed with a slide, and coming to a full stop did he realize that Kitiana was the one he sensed. This was surprising given he hadn't expected to ever see the girl again.

He felt a small tingle of fury... a cold blooded hatred rise up in his gut... but he pushed it back down. If the mortal realm came into this one and began preaching, he would slaughter them. He would have none of that anymore.

"Oi!"

Sensoa Shouted as he walked toward Kitiana. He could sense something was wrong, different. Yet he didn't see any reason to not approach the girl regardless.

"Why are you here?"

Sensoa asked, clearly interested to know how the girl had come to be here of all places.

Sensoa chuckled as the girl spoke, but then took on a confused tilt as he wondered just what this girl was referring too. What "She" did to him? This was Kitiana, but something felt different about the girl. She acted differently yet looked similar... The girl also had something up with the markings on her arm, and this brought to mind the demonic heritage the girl had. She was part demon and saiyan if he remembered right... He supposed it was only natural that she felt at home here.

The mentioning of Saizomaru was both a blessing and curse, as Sensoa didn't really want to remember his experiences in the mortal realm. The girl then brought up another point of this being home, and asked if that was why he was here. The truth was simple, and yet the reason had changed. He had come here because this was his home without a shadow of a doubt... This realm was where he belonged forever more, and he would see it all. 

"Yes. This realm is where I belong."

Sensoa looked off into the distance, to all the floating islands and the many places they may hold. Be it villages, to cities or to the tribes that live in the wilds. They were all the things he was most comfortable with.

"I came home finally... After decades of waiting, I am able to return home finally."

Sensoa's voice was full of relief, like one letting the tension drain from his body.

"But what about you? What happened with Saizomaru training you?"

Sensoa asked, knowing he was poking a bad memory of his own but attempting to understand the girl's decision. Just why had she come to this realm exactly?

Sensoa's faint smile slowly turned into a frown at the woman's words, as he realized just what this other person was saying... This wasn't Kitiana, at least, not the Kitiana he knew. Some part of him felt the cold calculating part of him take over, and he began to nit pick apart every word she just said to him. So whoever this was, whether another demon or another person. They had control of Kitiana's body, and to top it all off they were forcing the girl to watch as she roamed around?

That was a nerve considered struck, and immediately the aura about Sensoa picked up. The runes along his body flashed a bright green as he looked at the girl with anger flushed in his eyes. Kitiana was bound by this... thing and forced to watch the outside world? Instantly Sensoa went from zero to one hundred, the area about him becoming hot enough to be considered an inferno. Flames bursting from the demon as he felt rage boiling out from his body.

"You are not Kitiana... are you?"

Those words were precise, and his tone spoke volumes of how furious this made the demon. Blood lust emitted from the demon, his aura kicking up in a way that let his feelings of anger shine through. He knew what it was like to be enslaved, to have ones freedom taken from him, and if this woman didn't tell him the truth, or if he thought she was lying... She would have a very upset demon on her hands. The ground at his feet beginning to turn to molten rock as he let his flames rage.

"I do not know who you are... But if you are not Kitiana... Then I'll kill you..."

Sensoa said this with absolute clarity, death was standing in front of the impostor. Her next few words would need to be very precise if she didn't want to lose his trust. He also knew that Kitiana would die if he killed her, but he could find a way to bring the girl back. Even if it meant returning to the mortal realm, Sensoa would not let Kitiana suffer a similar fate like he had. He refused and it showed. 

Sensoa listened to the girl speak, searching her features as she spoke, and he determined what she said was the truth. Killing her would have been a freedom to someone enslaved, but the demon had deduced that the runes... no to be more accurate the demonic power he sensed from the girl was the one he had been speaking too. He could only assume that she was speaking about the accident Kitiana had spoke about. While this was technically Kitiana, it was an issue the demon could not resolve. He had thought for a moment it was an outside force, and if that was the case he would have killed her. But he had known the girl's power would swallow up Kitiana if she didn't have the resolve to endure it.

"I see... You are her demonic side, her demonic heritage I suppose is more accurate."

With that the demon's power reverted back to normal, as his flames disappeared as well. He had believed she could suppress it, but in the end she was consumed by it. This was her own issue, and the demon would not step in, not because of personal spite. He believed in ones own inner strength prevailing, and if that didn't work then the person was at fault.

"You should have said that from the start. I do not tolerate deceit. As for the issue at hand, that is you and her's problem. I will not step in to solve her problems or yours. If you would take her body, then so be it."

It wasn't that Sensoa didn't care, actually to be more accurate, he was very disappointed and frustrated. He wanted to help but this was not for him to step in.

"But let us be clear... I do not care if she would die along with you... If I believe it would free her from torment and you are not who you say you are... I will cleave your head from your shoulders before you have time to consider your mistake."

Sensoa was deathly serious, his hair rising up like a feral wolf baring its fangs. He meant his word, and if she didn't believe him then it would be a swift death when she messed up. But almost immediately the demon went back to normal, his eyes returning to normal and his overall visage calmed down.

"Now as to what you said... I do not hate her nor do I hate you for taking control. You were stronger and she was weaker. Simple as that. Here in demon realm, that is the law of the land. If you fail to be stronger, then you have no will over what happens."

Sensoa would then stomp the ground causing a rock nearby and far away from the molten stone he was standing in to appear. It was akin to a small stump for someone to sit upon and he took it. It was large enough for two people to sit down next to one another. He looked to the Kitiana, unsure if she was indeed Kitiana or someone else completely. But whatever the case, he would direct her to sit down.

"So tell me, what will you do now?"

Sensoa asked, watching her carefully. She looked just like kitiana, only acting different and even the power felt similar. Perhaps the whole time it had been this 'inner demon' Sensoa had sensed. Would make sense considering she was also half saiyan.

Sensoa listened to Kitiana speak, her words were similar to how he felt. He couldn't say he didn't understand the idea, and it wasn't long ago he tried for the same thing. He didn't speak up though, instead looked off into the distance while he thought it all over. She then spoke of how the other Kitiana was in there crying, and begging. A part of the demon had to grit his teeth at those words, yet he felt conflicted at such a thought. The girl was still the same girl, but just the dark desires within her. 

But then the girl asked him a question, one that made the demon stop in his tracks as he considered the idea. He was not one to lie, nor was he going to hide the truth from the girl. His green eyes turned to this... double and his eyes softened. He couldn't tell if he was looking at the real Kitiana, or a fake. Was her dark desires the true her, or was the one trapped within the real her? He supposed it was only up for her to decide, but without outside help the real Kitiana would disappear forever... He had to make a choice right now...

"Yes..."

His words were soft, but he said nothing else as he looked into the distance once more. He was letting this little girl fight her own battles alone, and condemning her to disappear completely. He was making a conscious decision and thinking of the consequences. He could not afford to lose any time searching for hakai... No, that was a lie and he knew it. He cared about what happened to the girl but he didn't want to... he wanted to forget about all the peace and the joys in his heart. The demon closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh of despair. He... had watched his father die recently and he was letting Kitiana suffer a same fate... He thought back to Saizomaru, of how he had spoken to the android about all the important things to them. Of how loyalty must be chosen eventually and sacrifice must be made. So he would do as he had been taught, close his heart to it, and so he did.

"Speak no more of it. You will keep what is happening to her to yourself, I will not be a target for your needles to jab. You will need strength. The demon realm is where we are. A realm separate from the mortal realm, a place far away from earth, vegeta and namek. You will find many of our kind here, and as you can tell it is a realm of dark magic..."

Sensoa gestured broadly at the horizon then, more of a simple movement of hand than at anything else.

"You're probably feeling all the dark magic, which is why you are at peace. Demon from all around are violent in nature, and cruel by design. You will fit in just fine... just don't stay clear of demon kings, or any thing as strong as me. You should be fine if that is the case. There are some warriors who will gladly test their might against yours, maybe even a few demons who would join you... But I wouldn't trust them to remain on your side long."

Sensoa was speaking from experience, probably more than he wished he could say for certain. Only two demons had remained by his side this whole time and one of them was dead now... That was what the demon realm was. But it was their home and he would not let it crush him now after all this time.

Sensoa said nothing as she spoke, but her question cut deep. He supposed it would be asked eventually, someone would notice the disappearance of Barban. It was inevitable that he would be forced to speak of it, and so the demon took a long drawn out sigh. He readied himself as he searched for the words, a flash of Barban in his arms, crimson flowing from his father's chest... the cackle of Hakai and the wailing of Hyuki. It all came rushing back for a brief moment before disappearing as quickly as it came, leaving the demon feeling harrowed. He leaned forward with his elbows upon his knees.

"He is dead..."

Sensoa said this bluntly, and coldly. It was not that he wished to, but it was a bitter pill to swallow even for him. He had much he needed to come to terms with, and that was one of them.

"He died yesterday at the hands of my brother."

Sensoa closed his eyes then, letting it stay in the air, his words hanging heavy in the air. After a brief pause the demon reopened his eyes, a reaffirmed hatred, cold, distant and calculating unlike his brash nature before. Sensoa was no longer just walking on instinct, but instead plotting... A concept he hated, but now he was sure how much he wanted to kill someone.

"I am now seeking greater strength, and looking for the one responsible."

He remembered this sensation, similar to the time he had wiped a planet clean of all life. He was no longer able to say he could ever return to being carefree as he use to be. When he use to live day to day in hopes of one day living among-st the earthlings. The days of working for a small little shop were gone, the days of him chopping wood out the front of his home, of the sweet scent of pine as Barban wiped and cleaned the house. Those days were long behind him, and he would ultimately miss them. He would face regrets at every turn, that much was clear and without a doubt. But in this choice was solace, that the demon could be what he had always been. A bloody killer, and that he didn't have to hide the truth any longer. In demon realm, he was who he was because he chose to be.

"He was loyal... far more than I deserved. But it show cased how weak I had become, letting someone sneak up on us and kill one of the two people I cherished... He was a good man..."

Sensoa's voice was racked with pain in that last bit, but he remained steadfast, staring into the horizon. If Kayen called upon him, the demon would respond naturally, but until then the demon would rampage through demon realm till he found Hakai.

Sensoa listened to the girl speak about being true to themselves, and Sensoa thought back to what Barban said. To be whatever he wanted to be, and his eyes trailed down to his hands. He had resolved himself to being who he was, but that was a definition difficult to describe. Self was such an odd and abstract thing, easy to define with vague notions but hard to pin down in full depth. The demon could only imagine the under lying psychological means it would take to understand that and he knew it was beyond him. Then the girl asked who's loyalty he was attached to, who would he be sticking with. Instantly his sun was brought forth to the very front of his mind. Kayen holding out her hand to him when he was ready to accept his death.

"Kayen... It matters little what she is part of, be it the saiyan kingdom or otherwise. I am loyal to my queen..."

Sensoa said standing up straight, dusting himself off as he looked down at the young girl.

"All else means nothing to me. I must grow stronger to avenge my family... and to be a useful tool to Kayen. Nothing else matters... So if she is your enemy, I will be as well."

He didn't mean that as a threat, but a matter of fact. It was as simple as the ground beneath their feet, a concrete fact. The demon gave a shrug then, her roll was not something he would concern himself with. She had her own path to take, and he would follow his own. That was the law of the land, a simple fact of life.