They called this place Yunzabit Heights. It was a cold mountainous region with little to observe and even less to find. Just the way he liked it.
Since he'd come to Planet Earth escaping that hellhole of a realm he was born in, Igna had resided within the barren, unforgivable reaches. He liked the cold—a stark contrast to the unquenchable flame and unbearable heat that were staples of the demon realm's climate.
A bitter wind whistled through the craggy heights, rustling the grassy slopes upon which Igna stood. His black, torn cape snapped and fluttered in the breeze. A deep rumbling filled his ears—a storm lingered in the distance. Rain would be upon him in minutes.
He had to remind himself why he came to Earth to begin with. These Earthlings had promise, but they also struggled with their demons. They could be selfish and cruel, as well as hardy and resilient. They demonstrated undeniable acts of kindness toward those who were apart of their own clan. Sometimes even to a perfect stranger, much like himself.
They were a strange, eclectic bunch with potential to be much more. But there was plenty of evil to be purged on this planet, and he would be the one to do so.
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Yunzabit Heights was one of the few locations on Earth that the Demon really didn't like much at all. Though they had been to and from the rather large island a couple of times, nothing too interesting ever managed to jump out at Athel. Most of the time, they ended up stumbling on what might've been a small, ruined settlement, planting the idea that perhaps a group of rather stupid people decided to try and settle down in the very harsh area. But there was more to hate about this island than just the fact that it was out of the way and desolate. This place was almost always dark and always freezing. While not nearly as cold as some of the other places she had been to, the outlander just really hated the cold.
But that wasn't going to stop them from venturing off towards the out of the way landmass today! After a not-so-pleasent event that occured not too long ago, the Demon was going to have a brand new take on life. Perhaps now that they were a changed person, they'd actually find that they liked most of the locations that they previously disliked. So, not wanting to waste too much time before it got even darker over the island, Athel blasted off with their usual grin spread across her face. It wouldn't take them more than an hour to fly all the way to the island, and almost instantly the outlander had an answer to whether or not they liked the place now.
"Nope! Still hate this place!" Athel said to herself, trying to ignore the rather chilly climate. Strong gusts of wind would blow by here and there, but it just caused the Demon to shiver some. By the looks of things, the weather was only going to get worse, so if there was anything here it needed to be located quickly. Scarlet eyes bounced over the place, a low tune being hummed as the place was scanned over. It wasn't too hard to pick out a lone individual hanging around the area, given the fact that the island was otherwise void of life. Athel hadn't bothered trying to get a feel for how strong the stranger was, nor did they really care. But for now at least, they stayed a fair bit away. "HEY! YOU!" She shouted, staring unblinkingly at Igna. "GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GONNA TRY TO BLOW THIS PLACE UP!"
The storm grew in its intensity, building to a crescendo that portended something dangerous. He raised his head and peered toward the darkening horizon. There was a certain harmonic peace within the chaos of nature, but something... something was disrupting the balance.
He could taste it on the wind.
A voice cried out between peals of rumbling thunder. Igna snapped his head skyward, azure orbs seeking the source of this sudden intrusion. There! A being hovered on the horizon, high above him in the sky. They must have been strong—the sheer force of driving wind should have made it difficult to fly up there.
As her words reached his ears, his eyes grew wide with the revelation. His mouth dropped again, a startled gasp escaping him. "Huh? W-What?" He blinked, the moment far too surreal. "You're going to do what?"
Blow this place up? All of Yunzabit Heights?
This place had always been a refuge for him—a slice of tranquility to still the budding anxiety that brewed within his soul. Not just for himself, but for a few other wayward souls that made their homes amid these treacherous slopes and plains.
"H-Hold on! Just a sec!" He flew up from the ground, a forearm held to his face as a buffer against the driving winds. A heavy scent of ozone filled the air, followed by another crack of lightning. "You can't just blow this place up!" He threw his arm in a wild gesture toward the distant plains. "There are people who live here—innocent people! And you don't have the right to steal their homes or their lives!"
Igna confronts this strange trespasser! No items or transformations activated. 3/3 KP remaining.
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Once again back home, well.. Whatever that meant anyways, it was strange calling it such when Sanbu had never exploited the idea of change all that much. Earth was a place he had great familiarity for, it was mostly all of which he had ever known for most of his life. Though his trek across the galaxy was short it was enlightening if only moderately. A point of reflection for which he could base himself off of. He desperately needed that opportunity to truly search the recesses of his mind for answers which seemed so hard to find. Within this dissonance of thought Sanbu would think to himself above the clouds. Flying freely within a region which he had not visited in a long time, memories of a near past returned to him with a gentle warmth, things were easier then.
To return to Mt. Frappe was definitely a goal of his but he sought to not rush into things so quickly when matters were still so fresh. Many more places were worth a visit and there was still so much to learn while the day was so young. Night or day it did not make much of a difference, such details were not a point of his measure. It was beyond that, he sought something else from his experiences beyond merely an obligation of time and setting though he would be lying if he said he did not favor certain locations over other ones. The Majin could not deny his nature despite how often it got into the way of things and this was no exception.
Back above the Yunzabit Heights, he did enjoy frequenting this place every so often just for the fun of it. It was refreshing, rewarding even to see a sight he had not seen in a while but this time things felt different. Some place near but not quite clear there lingered a few power-levels of noteworthy regard. In but a mere instant Sanbu flew off towards the strangers, flying freely as he picked up the pace. Before he knew it he was there already, grasping a sense of his surroundings in a matter of fact fashion before looking at the people nearby properly.
"Ah... oh right. Umm..." The Majin glanced at the individuals with a look of confusion, as if to suggest his apparent social disharmony at the moment. He found it occasionally challenging to initiate conversation and he could not hide that fact at times. There were only so many times he could rely on some sake or a pipe to ease his tension. Still, he tried to talk to the best of his abilities, it would come off sounding slightly fake and robotic all the same. "Well. Hello over there, I couldn't help but sense the both of you nearby, I overheard a bit of what was just said before. Funny, you're not the first person I've seen who's tried to blow up an entire region. I wonder, what compels a person to do that kind of thing?"
Slowly but surely the Majin descended from his elevated position, his feet fell flatly on the ground. With nothing more to be said from his person he stood in silence, eyeing the two as he lay eager for their response.
While Athel would've been more cautious if she were to blow up some place like Central City or one of the other various, heavily populated settlements, they knew for a fact that Yunzabit Heights was almost entirely void of life. While there may've been a few people who would've missed the place had it been wiped off the map, there surely weren't too many. After all, who would miss such an out of the way place? Athel certainly wouldn't, and that's really all she cared about. Though she tried to get the individual that was picked out amongst the otherwise seemingly empty region, it seemed as though the man wasn't going to heed the warning given to him. Piercing red eyes remained fixed to him as he began shouting out some reason for Athel to avoid causing any sort of destruction. Did the Demon really care all too much that people might've lived here? A thoughtful hum left the horned outlander, a hand coming up to lightly rub her chin. After a moment or two, they managed to conjure up an answer to respond to their own question.
"Soooo.. yeah! I thought about it and.. well, too be quite honest, I don't really care!" Athel said, grinning and cackling some afterwards. "It's not my fault anyone would decide to live here instead of one of the much safer, much less ugly areas of Earth." The distant rumbling of thunder was a clear enough sign that there wasn't too much time for the outlander to spare before they ended up getting soaked. Having to fly all the way back home while covered in water would've been rather unpleasant. A slight rolling of her right wrist was done, hand remaining straight. "If you wanna keep the people here from getting caught up in the destruction, I suggest that you get them out of here."
A voice caught the Demon's attention not long after, their eyes shifting over to the red Majin. They squinted at them for a moment for one reason or another, a light hum accompanying the squinting. Athel got a good feel for their power after that. "Oh no! A hero has come to save the day!" Athel said in an almost mocking tone. Both of her hands quickly shot up to rest on her cheeks, eyes widening and mouth making an "o" shape, a look of despair washing over the outlander's face. "Whatever shall I do now!?"
But after that, their hands lower to their sides once again, their same old almost creepy looking grin taking form yet again. "Just kidding! I don't really care, ufufufu. Welcome to Yunzabit Heights, hero." They said, with a nod. "But to answer your question- Hmm.." Eyes trailed up to the sky, while they spent about a second coming up with an answer. "I just don't like this place, really! I don't think anyone would really miss this place if it were to just disappear." They nod some, eyes landing on the Majin yet again. "Are you going to get in the way and save this place from being destroyed?" She asks, a brow raised.
There was one other time in his short existence that he felt this powerless and that was the crucial night his arm was ripped from him. For the longest time he felt he could never recover from such humiliation. But he would not crumble now as he had then. He would fight for what he believed was right and just in this world.
His hair and cape flapped violently in the rising wind. It seemed his protests were lost on deaf, uncaring ears—even at the arrival of yet another strong being, it seemed the horned lady could not be swayed from her path.
Igna turned to the red Majin, hoping for some chance at reasonable discourse, yet even as the Majin questioned the demon's motives, it was done in a lackadaisical manner. His tone was flat, almost hypnotic in its casual inflection. Igna scoffed, shaking his head. This wasn't going to get them anywhere at all!
"If you're not here to help stop this mad woman, then why are you here?" Igna shouted at the Majin, turning to face the horned woman who bore the same evil energy as himself. "I am not a violent person. I came to seek peace. But if you rob me of that peace, and still try to destroy this place..." His violet aura flared up around him, his power level rising as he sought to meet what already felt like an impossible challenge. "—then I have no choice but to stop you!"
Demonic Will: 25,000
Igna prepares for battle against Athel! Demonic Will [x2] 3/3 KP remaining. Damage Taken: 0 / 50,000 [0%]
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A moment of sheer confusion, a development for which the Majin had not foreseen. Given his experience in a prior incident he had came to find the notion of destruction somewhat amusing. A joke that he laughed at internally, it was simply ironic at this point to him. Though he did not necessarily like waving the flag of heroism he would be lying if he said he did not have a tender heart for all things pertaining to nature. It was sacred in that way to him, something one ought not touch and destroy. Had this been a city or more developed location he might otherwise have felt differently but this was not the case.
Sanbu's demeanor was completely aloof, he did not give off the sense of urgency or investment and it seemed ill-timed. Though typical of his person given the circumstances and the nature of his being it appeared that he ought shift his sense of person just a tad for better social cohesion. It did him no favors being so apart from the conversation granted the kind of character he was giving off from his person. He looked back at Igna, managing a slight smile before assuming a more driven expression. "That's a great question, why am I here? I don't know yet but this all looked so, interesting. Though you bring up a good point, maybe I should do something about this."
Quickly the hermit turned away from the first demon, gazing on the other one in a pretty direct manner. His eyes stared without hesitation as he sought to better understand the woman who stood before him. What compelled someone to destroy? He hoped to better understand by the end of the conversation at least. "...Well, I don't know about that. It might not seem like much to you but I'm certain that a few people would much prefer to see this place remain with intact along with all of its quaint charm. Its simple but it has its allure in that way."
His head turned around on its axis completely an entire three-hundred and sixty turn in a clockwise motion. Soon thereafter he spoke again, in this case to the woman once more. "There's ample people nearby, you cause a ruckus and I'm sure you'd get a significant target on your head. Earth is not that kind of place and I for one like the Yunzabit Heights. Why waste the day and chance a fight you can't win? I'm sure there's something you've been meaning to do besides destroy this place no?"
The Majin crossed his arms, looking at the two with a sense of investment. He was actually interested now and willing to participate if only minimally. His eyes widened with great surprise as he gazed upon Igna brilliantly display his power-level. It seemed that things were getting serious. "I will get in the way if it gets to that point, but I would rather it did not if it need be."
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