Post by Aiko on Oct 1, 2007 23:00:35 GMT
It felt good to be back.
After nearly a year of wandering, the Master had finally returned. His massive frame soared into the heat hazed lithosphere, a terrible sight to behold. Unearthly orange optics surveyed the wasteland beneath his wings. He had missed this piece of Hell he called home. He wondered if any new monstrosities had moved in in his absence. It would be interesting to see how things had changed in his absence.
Broodingly, the Demon reflected upon the last twelve months. They had not gone as he'd hoped. He'd departed with his four hell-spawn, ready to teach them the ways of the world. But things had gone wrong, right from the start.
First, his most promising disciple, Toniko, had disappeared. He had waited and searched for her, but not out of concern or love. Those emotions were foreign to his black heart. He searched because she was the best, the cruelest, most bloodthirsty of the lot, or so he'd believed at the time. But he'd found neither hide nor hair of the small fae. His only choice had been to move on with the three remaining youths. Immediately, Neikan, the smartest of the four, had left in search of Toni. Akuma had not been surprised, Neikan had made it clear from the start that he followed his sire only because his sister chose to. That had left Yotaru and Waruagaki, the largest and smallest.
As time went on, Waru had proved himself over and over, and became the most bloodstained of all the pups Akuma had ever sired. Yotaru was no slouch either, but he was all brawn and no brains. He'd soon grown jealous of his younger brother. One day, as their father had flown overhead, Yotaru had attacked Waru, and both had tumbled over a cliff into a raging river below. And so went the last of the Devil's spawn.
To relieve his anger, Akuma had continued on himself, destroying entire packs at a time, killing the males and pups, and using each female, usually killing them after. A few had survived to continue on and spread word of the black and red monster, thus he was satisfied.
Eventually he'd grown bored, and yearned for the dead land of Demona, and so he returned, to gather his forces once more.
After nearly a year of wandering, the Master had finally returned. His massive frame soared into the heat hazed lithosphere, a terrible sight to behold. Unearthly orange optics surveyed the wasteland beneath his wings. He had missed this piece of Hell he called home. He wondered if any new monstrosities had moved in in his absence. It would be interesting to see how things had changed in his absence.
Broodingly, the Demon reflected upon the last twelve months. They had not gone as he'd hoped. He'd departed with his four hell-spawn, ready to teach them the ways of the world. But things had gone wrong, right from the start.
First, his most promising disciple, Toniko, had disappeared. He had waited and searched for her, but not out of concern or love. Those emotions were foreign to his black heart. He searched because she was the best, the cruelest, most bloodthirsty of the lot, or so he'd believed at the time. But he'd found neither hide nor hair of the small fae. His only choice had been to move on with the three remaining youths. Immediately, Neikan, the smartest of the four, had left in search of Toni. Akuma had not been surprised, Neikan had made it clear from the start that he followed his sire only because his sister chose to. That had left Yotaru and Waruagaki, the largest and smallest.
As time went on, Waru had proved himself over and over, and became the most bloodstained of all the pups Akuma had ever sired. Yotaru was no slouch either, but he was all brawn and no brains. He'd soon grown jealous of his younger brother. One day, as their father had flown overhead, Yotaru had attacked Waru, and both had tumbled over a cliff into a raging river below. And so went the last of the Devil's spawn.
To relieve his anger, Akuma had continued on himself, destroying entire packs at a time, killing the males and pups, and using each female, usually killing them after. A few had survived to continue on and spread word of the black and red monster, thus he was satisfied.
Eventually he'd grown bored, and yearned for the dead land of Demona, and so he returned, to gather his forces once more.
