NationStates Jolt Archive

The Prime Creator sent out his Creators to create new realities,new worlds,each with their planes of existence,each with worlds within worlds within worlds,a countless variety.

And then there was chaos.And great battle.The harmony of all Creation was disrupted.In the end,only by the consignment of the Keth'Hamul and the Prime Creator to Harroth,nexus of all Existence,all Creation,was peace achieved.

Khallusk was made Supreme Entity,Rulder and Governor of All,to oppose the insidious intentions of the fallen Angel of Khallusk,Lucifer Satan,corrupted by his greed and the mote of the Great Devourer within him,defiled by his pride.And the Creation was reordered as Khallusk saw fit,with him the other supreme brings of all,those who shape Existence,the Ulthaj,the 2 Ulthaj Primarchs who would safeguard the Creation,through the shades,their avatars and incarnations,the children and agents.All without them knowing.

For enigmatic reasons,the Ulthaj made each and every megaverse,each reality,each universe,each multiverse,the whole Omniverse,with their own laws,their own powers,have governing beings,all in some way or another spawned from the essence of Khallusk,from the Eternal essence of all,unaware of the governing being,letting these beings believe that theirs was the Absolute Reality,to do with as they saw fit,omnipotent and omniscient within their spheres,unaware that greater power yet watched over them.

Within one of these realities,the Seer of Keth'Hamul,one his his shard awarenesses,the last Keth'Hamul outside Harroth,the Hidden Place,Nexus of Eternity,known by many names to those who know of it,saw the events within a reality,a new existence governed by a being who was the child of though of an Ulthaj Primarch,yet unaware of it,thinking itself omnipotent,ageless within its Multiverse,a mote in the eye of Khallusk,yet a child of its thought to,the combined essence of both.

This was the reality of the one of many names and forms,the one known as Yahweh to others,Allah to others,or simply "GOD",as humans called him,for this entity,in fact neither a she nor he,at least to the understanding of humans,created yet more universes within its Multiverse,believing itself absolute,to create realities as it saw fit,and ordering them.Yet,a mote of Lucifer the Fallen entered the existence and corrupted one of this entities children,its foremost in the beginning,the traitor with the same name,who sought to possess it and shape it to its desires.Again,it went by the name Satan,Prince of Darkness.And its spread its tendrils into other realities within this Multiverse,even trapped in the lowest planes of existence,itself the source of evil as perceived by others.

And in one of these universes,the one known by many names(though for convenience,this record will call this entity Allah),Allah created another,a child with full knowledge of its creation and existence,whose will would shape the existence of that particular reality,until a time that it would grow to govern more as it learnt.And within this reality was spawned a child of Satan,the one called Baruthuzel,antithesis to the child of Allah,the entity of temparament called Uriz.

Uriz and Baruthuzel vied for the universe for an age,neither unable to breach or oppose the other,for both were equal in power.For Uriz was the Lord of the Cosmic Dance,the harmonies of the eternal dance,the music,flowing through the mists of dreams and time,while Baruthuzel was the Great Corruptor,causing discordance in the music.Uriz used the Light,while Baruthuzel used the voide.Yet,in the conflict between the two,another awareness grew.Yaloth the Preserver,Lord of All,that which balanced the scales of the conflict.

And the discordance stopped,for Yaloth used the the shades of gray between the Light and the Void,using Darkness and Shadow to balance the Light and the Void.Finally,the conflict stopped,for Uriz and Baruthuzel retreated to the different planes of the Universe to decide the fate,to resolve their conflict one way or another.And Yaloth inhabited the realms in between,ensuring that a Neutrality was maintained,an equilibrium on the macroscale,so that Uriz,Lord of the Cosmice Dance,Baruthuzel,Emperor of Darkness and Yaloth,Lord of All,Preserver and Balancer,began to shape the Universe as they saw fit.

Once again,Uriz began the dance,the music bringing light to the Middle Realm,the realm free of all influence from either three in the beginning.And Baruthuzel despised what he saw.Yet again,they came into conflict,before the intervention of Yaloth,who ordained that the Middle Realm would be shared among all,neither more powerful or weaker.And so,a Pact was signed,to be enforced by Yaloth the Preserver.

In the end,the Three chose to fill the uppermost of the 21 planes of existence within the Universe,Uriz filling the highest plane,Baruthuzel filling the lowest plane,the higher planes shared between Yaloth and Uriz,the lowest shared by Yaloth and Baruthuzel.The Middle Plane,forever expanding,eternal in nature as the others,would be te meeting ground for all,where life would be allowed to exist,where they could fill it with their Creations,setting natural laws that were to their liking,Uriz setting the Law of Order,Baruthuzel setting the Law of Chaos,and Yaloth setting the Law of Shadow,to balance those,so that none whould be dominant.

And so,the Middle Plane began to evolve,suffused with the harmony of the Cosmic Dance,while in the Realms,the 3 Lords,Lord of Order,Lord of Shadow and Lord of Chaos,began to fill them all with their creations.

As ages passed,finally,civilization arose,for Yaloth had seeded the Middle Plane with human seed,inspired by the original Creation of Allah.And so,humans came to be on the Middle Plane,the Oldest Race.And among the humans,Yaloth chose an avatar,to become the personification of Yaloth's will,an immortal avatar.And the others followed suit.Their avatars were suffused with the raw essence of each and would be their personifications and agents within the Middle Plane.As for the mortals,among them were those who discovered the 50 Jewels of Uriz,the 50 Jewels of Yaloth,and the 50 Jewels of Baruthuzel.By using them,they ascended to become parts of a greater whole,yet still retained their induviduality,to become akin to gods,to enforce their will of the Lord of Creation.And these Gods created the Younger Races,the Elves,the Dwarves,the Wulfen and various others,to inhabit the Middle Plane with its many worlds
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And so the Avatar Lords and their children guided the Middle Plane and the various races therein as they saw fit.

Until there came a time,when Baruthuzel,growing greedy,and eager to seize All the Planes for itself,to ultimately become more powrful than Yaloth and Uriz,who were equals in power and either one alone a match for Baruthuzel,rose up in great fury and broke the pact that had held.His Avatar lead an army composed of those from all races,with daemons and powers of the void sweeping through the various worlds,sweeping through MiddleSpace like a swarm of locusts.

In response,Yaloth and Uriz together with the Races,Angels and their Avatars lead an army to decimate the swarms of Baruthuzel.In the battles that followed,the Middle Plane was decimated.The Decimation grew so great that Yaloth was horrified.In Yaloth's fury,he smote Baruthuzel in anger,pledging to imprison him and his hordes in the lowest dimension of the Universe forever.Uriz,in regret for the decimation,chose to leave for the highest plane,never again to battle in the Middle Plane,all but his avatar returning to the Higher Plane.

And thus the higher planes came to be opened to the Oldest Race,the humans,and those who were deemed worthy went to live there,leaving the Middle Plane.And the Lords of Creation watched,Yaloth and his people inhabiting the lowest and highest planes in between,on guard forever against the machinations of Baruthuzel,while Uriz danced the Cosmic Dance,the harmony of all kept together in his Heaven,Baruthuzel creating noise every so often to induce chaos in the music,to achieve his aims.

Meanwhile,the Gods watched,allowed to take action only through agents,never directly of their own.And thus,a neutrality was restored,and Life spread throughout the lands.And so did Uriz and Yaloth finally make greater forces of Nature to balance the Universe.For Order,Chaos and Shadow did strive too greatly to achive their aims.Into this was introduced Death and Life.2 Gods were created,more powerful than the other gods by far,to further bring greater complexity into the Cosmic Dance and the Harmony of All.

The Domain of Life and all within wwas granted to Rahmat,a new spawn of Allah,brother to Uriz in the thought of Allah,the Domain of Death and all within,be it the dead and dying to Yiyil,Daughter of Yaloth,Goddess Queen and Ultimate Entity of All Elves,the Lady of Fortune,the Lady of Death.

And thus came into being the Lords of Creation,3 in number,the Elder Gods,150 in being,50 for each Lord,and finally the Young Gods,innumerable,though among them were the Principal Gods,those with the highest mandate and power.

*Principal Young Gods*

[The Greater Powers of Order and Shadow]

Rahmat:Lord of Life and Order,Brother to Uriz,Lord of the Cosmic Dance,God-King of the highest mandate,Emperor of The Principals.Guardian of Mortals.

Yiyil:Daughter of Yaloth,Consort of Rahmat,Goddess Queen of Elves,Starbringer,Empress of Hope,Lady of Death,Judge of the Dead and Dying.

Arawen:Goddess of the Underworld,Keeper of the Afterlife,Shepherd of the Dead,Siser of Yiyil and Urash Khan,Patron of the Inconicu.

Theval:Son of Arawen and Imraz.God of Order.Emperor of the Elements.Lord of the Seas.The Black Angel.Guardian of Ulvur.

Urash Khan:The Bloody-Handed,the Bloody-Footed,Great Khan,Lord of Murder,Lord of Mercy and Kindness.Brother of Yiyil.Son of Yaloth.Guardian of the Elves.

Imraz:The Destroyer.The Lord of Battles.Remover of Obstacles.Wardancer God.Blade Singer.Son of Uriz.Guardian of the Wulfen.

Nethulah:Godess of Fertility,Godess of the Harvest,Godess of the Home,Godess of Fortune,Godess of Luck,the Kitchen Godess

Thul:Warrior King.Lord of Destruction.Son of Imraz and Nethulah.Patron of Agriculture and Food.Guardian of the Dwarves

Mashur:God of Artisans,Industry,Business,Technology and Craftsmanship.Brother of Nethulah.Guardian of the Dwarves.

Kilau:Goddess of Magic,Source of All Magic,the Queen of Nature,Consort of Mashur

Tyil:God of Shadows.God of Fear.God of Time.God of Prophecy.Son of Yaloth.God of Order

[The Great Chaos Powers.Gods of the Void and Chaos]

Liliath:Queen of Darkness.Elder God.Daughter of Baruthuzel.Strongest of the Chaos Powers.Mother of All Vampires.

Ashteron:Son of Liliath.Thrandir's Son.Lord of Hatred.Great Chaos Power.

Belial:Named after a Lieutenant of Satan itself.Chaos Incarnate.Son of the Queen of Darkness,the Elder God Liliath.Master of Corruption,Lord of Decay and Lust.

Ztenchsi:Corruptor of Time.Devourer of Life.Defiler of Death.Son of
Baruthuzel.

Jterlah:Godess of Chaos.Lord of Change.The Twister.The Deceiver.Daughter of Liliath.

Atyuh:The Lord of Sin.The Blood God.Chaos God.Son of Liliath

[The Prophecy of the Thrandir Blade]

*The Version of the Mad Prophet Isaliah*

Born of blood and human flesh
Born of steel and spirit great
Fang of dragon,lord of rock
Sword of the Thrandir King,Blade of Hate

One will rise with the Blade of Hate
One will fall with the Thrandir's Fate
A broken future
A bleeding destiny
The path to salvation by the Black Angel laid
Saviour of Creation,Lord of Death
Blood of the Thrandir King be shed

*The Version of the Sanguine Holiness of the Elven Kingdom Firduk*

The Blade of Thrandir, Lord of All,
that could at last destroy a soul.
The Blade of Hate was born of both
destruction, and another's fate.

Many shall come, to seek this blade
but only one will survive unchanged
The one who comes, to claim the sword
the others will be removed from the board.

But what of that one? The one in which
greater spirit is contained than most?
Little is known of the final victor,
ere they come upon their destiny.

Many fight, but the Blade watches on
For in the end it's will must be tamed.
Thrandir's Blade will chose them all,
whom to slay and who to be saved...

Wen Kian felt the faint pulses of power coming from others,their Ki(life essence/life energies/soul/spirit) burning brightly like beacons to him.He figured,he rather would help the lone hero on his quest than go it alone like a lone wolf.He had some shapeshifting abilities,derived from his life essence.Each of his forms had its inherent pros and cons,though he preferred his normal form.

He had the forms of a Tiger and an Oozaru form,though that only occured under a full moon.

Flying through the air,his super saiyan form turning his hair golden and eye green,a visible aura of power around him,he flew lower to the ground.He was getting hungry and felt the need to hunt.As he touched the ground,he transformed into a tiger,gaining additional mass as Ki energy powered his transformation.Bounding into the alpine forests of the mountains,he began to stalk some deer,his heightened senses allowing him to track its movement through the foilage.

Eystal sat at her throne, listening to the whispers of the winds.

"Power waxes and wanes eternal, yet this is strange. A new waxing... What could it mean?"

She listened for some time.

"A new power arises."

She stood.

"It is time I took my place among my kindred. The great weapon calls, many shall answer. It is now that my chance has come."

Wen Kian sniffed the mountain air,saturated with the smell of deer blood.Still in tiger form,his fur white striped with black,his massive frame spread out,lazing after a good meal.

The smell of the air seemed strange.If anything,it smelt like...yes,that was it.Human blood.Smoke and burnt flesh.Reverting to his human form,he lifted off into the air,flying southeast.That was where the wind had come from.

[An hour later]

Wen Kian flew over a desolate wasteland,mist obscuring the swamps below.In the distance,he saw a burning village.He reched out for it with his senses,sensing the life extinguished within.He cautiously readied himself for combat,his staff drawn,ready for anything.

As he hovered over the village,he looked at a pyre of corpses,as it burnt,oily black smoke risng from the burning corpses of the dead.Trails of blood led to and from the houses,leading to the town square.He began to move toward the village centre,occasionally seeing corpses left to rot on the roadside.At the village sqaure,what he saw shocked him.

A large troll sat on a pile of corpses,tearing flesh from a human arm,gnawing on the bone.Around it were littered the corpses of dead villagers,dismembered or crushed,their spears clutched in their hands.With fire and acid,they had sought to destroy the troll,but despite their efforts,even their greatest fighter lay crushed,his skull adorning the necklace of bones that circled the troll's neck.

The troll looked up,to see the demisaiyan hovering in the air.

"Ah,you are here juicy little thing!Rokok told me about you.How a stranger would come by,on a quest of some sort.He told me I could have you."

Lifting a boulder,the troll threw it at Wen.He dodged,befire rocketing down and slamming into the troll,his momentum carrying them both through several huts before Wen flew up again,his eyes staring at the troll.He did not have to go super saiyan to defeat this pathetic creature.Suddenly,the troll leapt up and grabbed him by the neck,its face turning demonic,eyes bleeding blood as it stared at Wen Kian.

"Little thing,I take on many forms.Only the foolish fall for them.Baruthuzel saw you.And he asked Rokok to hunt you.Rokok has got you now."

Applying slow pressure to Wen Kians neck,he slowly began to suffocate him.What he did not count on was a sudden increase in power,as Wen Kian shifted to his SSJ 1 form.No damned monster got the better of a Saiyan of royal descent,a Prince!He delivered an uppercut to the demon,his hand exceeding the speed of sound,sending Rokok reeling back,before teleporting behind him and delivering a powerful Saruk Superkick to the back,sending him flying back over a hundred paces,into a nearby pond.

As Wen Kian walked towards the pond,the pond evaporated in a blast of superheated flame as Rokok finally revealed his true form.A Greater Daemon,among the elite of the Younger Chaos Gods,he had been sent by his master Itan to kill this one,the stranger from another place.Dripping molten metal,body encased in fire,flames licking the air,a maw filled with razor teeth snapped,as with a leap,the monstrous demon,3 times larger than Wen Kian landed in front of the demisaiyan,delivering a backhand that sent him flying though the air in a parabolic flight.

Rising from the swamp,Wen Kian leapt into the air,just as a ball of Hellfire lnded where he had been,incinerating the water.He screamed as he powered up an attack,finally unleashing a Makankasappo attack from both hands,as well as Sonic Wave Kicks,the attacks slamming into Rokok,punching through his defences colliding with him in a burst of energy,stirring the air around him.He was forced a few steps back,before stretching to his full height,a smile fixed on his face.

"Nice attack.My turn."With that,he sent streams of molten steel flying the way of Wen Kian,as well as great gouts of Hellfire.It was all Wen Kian could do to avoid it,singing his hair and using his legs to deflect some or blocking them with his Ki shield.Using this to absorb his attention,Rokok used the chance to backhand Wen Kian again,this time adding more power to his blow,sending Wen flying into the sky.

Wen Kian spat out blood,the clouds obscuring his view of the ground.Obviously,this called for more power.A double Makankasappo attack could level a mountain.This demon had simply shrugged it off like no ones business.His frustration rose slightly,even as he summoned the energy into his mouths,modulating it.Perhaps a Breath of Wen Kian attack,his personal move,could do the trick.

Looking up,Rokok suddenly saw the air in front of him shimmer,before Wen Kian appeared,spewing ice shards at him from his mouth,each shard as tough as diamond,able to pierce through any material that was softer than diamond.And freezing that substance as well.Using his arm to block,it froze,Wen shattering it with a chop to the shoulder.Rokok used his other arm to parry,before jabbing Wen Kian to the neck and grabbing him in a chokehold with his legs.Jumping into the air,he piledrove Wen Kian into the ground,only his head visible as Rokok slowly choked him.

(OOC: I'm assuming that Saudir is one of Ilham's puppets)

IC: A lightning bolt struck the ground nearby to Rokok an Wen Kian, causing both to pause. When the light faded, a slight female body appeared, clothed in saffron robes. The face did not appear entirely human, though.

"Enough. Rokok, get off him. He is needed."

"And who are you to say such a thing, puny one? I could snap you in an instant." Rokok replied, turning back to Wen Kian.

"You really think you can take me?" the woman answered, as the wind began to pick up. "You are a fool. He is needed, you are not. I am giving you a chance to step away. If you have any true wisdom, you would take this opportunity."

"And what will you do?"

A second lightning bolt struck Rokok, causing him to catch aflame. He stumbled back, and was swept away by the suddenly strong winds that attacked him.

"Get up," she spoke to the demisaiyan. "As I said, you are needed. Many others will also be needed, but you are the first I have found. My name is Eystal, I know you to be Wen Kian. Come with me."

Wen Kian looked at the woman."Damn it woman!This fight was between me and him.I will go with you,as soon as I can defeat Rokok.Until then,you can track me,but I will defeat Rokok.On the other hand,thank you for distracting him."

Saying this,Wen Kian flew into the wind,his rage powering his flight.His rage at his near defeat,his rage at his near death,the righteous fury against Rokok for killing the inocent villagers fueled his transformation as he powered up,ascending in level from SSJ 1 to Ultra SSJ 1.An increase in muscle mass suffused his body,while suffering a decrease in speed.The demon would not escape him.No one defeated a Demisaiyan Prince!

Fighting against the sheer power of Eystal's winds,he roared in fury as he continued to strive further.Meanwhile,Rokok,aflame in his molten steel figure rose from the crater that had been caused by his impact.Only to be body slammed by a berserk demisaiyan.Wen Kian unleashed his powerful attack,passed down by his ancestors.A Super Kamehameha Wave and a Saiyaman Eye blast.At point-blank range.

With his newly increased power,raging against the wind and storms of Eystal,the berserker demisaiyan screamed his fury as he let the energy pour out of him,for he had ascended to an even greater level of power.The energy wave hit Rokok full on,dissolving him slowly in the great blast of energy.Even as he dissolved into the air,the Saiyaman Eye Blast beam hit him,punching a hole through his chest and propelling him backwards,before Wen Kian finally leapt into the air above him as his energy attacks dissolved and delivered a scissors kick to Rokok's torso,slicing the demon in two,his increased super strength allowing him to crush the enemy who had come so near to killing him.

As Rokok's remains smoked in the scorched crater,Wen Kian powered down,returning to his normal frame,his normal state,a grin spread across his face.A first victory.A good start to the quest.Not only that,but an increase in power level.Flying back to the village,he turned to Eystal,who looked a bit amazed,though she seemed slightly ethereal,as if not totally human.A slim woman with silvery white hair,she was young.Wen Kian did not doubt her power.She seemed to have great control of the weather.

"Ok,Miss Eystal,NOW we can go.But how?I presume you intend me to fly you there or teleport or we take some form of portal?"

OOC:no one seems to be replying or joining in.want to tg them and let them know?

OOC1:Wen Kian can teleport and fly,but teleporting takes a lot of energy for him,so only when he is powered up can he do it.

The dark energies swirled around excerus as he resummond his minion.

ooc tag

"Wen Kian, let us just walk for the moment. It is not far. We go to my abode."

Eystal walked off, with the demisaiyan following after her. As they walked, she thought on what she had witnessed. The full power of a saiyan prince. A far more dangerous person than the winds had led her to believe.

Soon they arrived at her palace, set deep into a cliff wall, disguised by trees. Entering, they made their way through to her main room. There, she turned to Wen Kian.

"I have marked you, Wen Kian. You are one who has already heard the call of the Blade. You may not even have realised it, but I can see the way the power moves around and through you. What do you have to say about this?"

Mulling over his reply,Wen Kian pondered what Eystal had said.Something along the lines of the Blade of Hate calling him.Perhaps it had.He truly did not know.The agent of the Ulthaj had given him a variety of choices.Either be cast into various other worlds and fix them,prevent their warping to preserve his reality,or to take on a quest that would forever result in his reality being protected and shielded for as long as it existed.

He had chosen this and so he had been cast into this strange universe of magic and demons.

"Well,I truly do not know.I cannot see into the future.All I know is that i come here to face a challenge and to protect my distant homeland and my people."he spoke this into her mind,revealing his powers of telepathy.Any demisaiyan had it.While he could speak into people's minds,he could not see their contents.Basically,anything with Ki,or a life esence,he could communicate with.

A faint grin played across his face as Eystal looked around.She had not been expecting that.Still,her display of power had been magnificent.Truly,she must have some ethereal blood on her,if his insticts were correct.

He looked forward to achieving the powers his ancestors had possessed.Becoming a Mystic SSJ 3 was his dream.He was still only an Ultra SSJ 1.The pride of his heritage,the thirst in his blood,calling for a challenge,a call to protect the innocent,those were what drove him.This quest would provide the perfect opportunity for him to achieve that goal,to gain the power needed to protect his reality from the Majin androids,beings of evil and bloodlust.

Speaking further,this time with his voice,"I came here to save my world.I made a choice.I came here to aid another in claiming this Blade of Hate.I seek that person,the messiah of this 'Middle Plane'.That is why I am here.I have no need of some mystical blade to aid me in what I do.I only need my skills,my power,my strengths and my will.I need no power of a god to aid me.I am a Saiyan Prince,of human and saiyan warrior heritage.My pride would not allow it.It would be a shame to my ancestors as well as to me.No,the blade did not call me."

Interesting.

"Regardless of whether you believe it or not, the Blade *did* call. However, it seems that you do not answer it on its terms.
"Thrandir's Sword is a dangerous tool, when used by anyone. It will cause destruction of some kind, whether that be the will of the wielder or not. You claim a messiah will take the Blade, and use it to save the Middle Realm. My experience of messiahs is that they tend to damage more than they save, and believe me, I have seen many saviours in my time.
"Regardless, it seems that you are not the one I will need, at least at this stage. You may leave, if you wish to. Or, you may stay, provided that you do not interfere with my work. I go to seek the others the Blade has spoken to."

Wen Kian looked at Eystal."I will stay,provided that I get to accompany you to find these others.This concerns me as much as it concerns you.A Saiyan Prince doesn't need some stupid,fanciful blade to defend his people.However,I swore on my honour to take on this quest to a....person.I have no words to describe it.I will carry out this promise.By meeting you,I have a path to fulfilling that promise.I will stay."

Saying so,he turned and headed out to the corridor,a labrythne maze.Wen Kian felt it was time for a little practice.Nothing too serious.Just a few drills to loosen up before accompanying Eystal.He would let his future follow the path of Eystal for now.

Entering a room filled with figures made of bamboo and sandbags,he slung out his staff and began swinging it,practicing blocks and strikes.The staff also doubled as a spear,for either end could extrude a sharp point composed of neutronite,basically tungsten atoms compressed at an atomic level.Which made it virtually indestructible.The staff was attuned to hmi in a way,an extension of his body.He let his mind stop,as if time around him was slowing down,before unleashing a series of jabs and thrusts with his staff at a target,using his legs in tandem with his staff to deliver devastating blows.He remembered the stories,and knew them for a fact,his ancestors moving and fighting so fast,sometimes even approaching the speed of light in their most powerful forms,that their blows could shatter the toughest materials in his universe.Well,he would see how things went in this reality.

As he ran through his drills,the Amazonian elven guards of Eystal's palace entered.Some of the women were hulking,most of them taller and bulkier than the average man,achieved through a breeding program of great length,set out by one of Eystal's human ancestors,for humans were the Elder Race in this reality,having many ascended to higher planes,being the firstborn,the most diverse in form and will.Many were clad in lioncloths,others in training armour,while Wen Kian was clad in a simple gi of dark blue colour.

"Little man,what do you think you are doing in OUR training room?Get out of here before I crush you"snarled one of the hulking women,her body concealed by thick leather plates and chain mail.She seemed more than capable of ripping apart the man before her,being a full 3 heads taller than him,the strongest of the palace guards.Meanwhile,Wen Kian,at 1.79 metres in height and 80 kg in mass was a compact mass of muscle and sinew,in no way at all shirt by the standards of the people in his reality,as well in this place.He met her gaze.

"I'd like to see you try elf!Elfy Elf!Scared to take on someone your own size?All talk,no action?You just said that you were going to crush me.I invite you with open arms."

She roared as she picked up a training mace,its ball composed of a heavy wood,more to inflict pain than kill a person.This was after all the training arena for the warrior elf women.And she began to circle Wen Kian,who just smiled faintly,standing rigid,his staff held in his arms in a relaxed posture.

The woman charged,making a feint with her arm,sliding for his legs,while swinging the mace,guranteed to connect with his body.In less than a hundredth of a second,Wen Kian teleported a few paces to the left before bringing his staff down to smack her across the butt and the base of her skull,leaving her sprawled on the floor,unconscious,in a most undignified manner,her buttocks thrust upwards comically into the air.

"Anyone of you elf ladies want to try to get some of this manmeat?"Wen Kian said in a loud voice.A question which was promptly answered by the ululating howl of the guards as they charged him en masse.He leapt up in the air to avoid them,intending to fly to the roof of the palace.At that moment,Eystal entered,investigating all the noise she heard coming from the training quarters of her palace guards.

double post

"Aragiel, stop. This man is under my protection, at least for the time being. I see no reason why he should not use your training rooms while he stays here. I would also recommend you training with him, to help both of you."
Eystal then withdrew from the room, and walked over to her private chambers. Taking up her staff, she opened her mind to the winds, seeking the calls of the blade, hoping to find an answering call. It took less time than she had expected.
"A necromancer? I do not wish to deal with such a person. I don't see how the Saiyan will want to work with such a person either."

Ducking,Wen Kian parried a blow before sweeping the feet of an elven guards and laying 3 more unconscious.

"And that is how you NOT to take on a staff fighter.A staff fighter with the basic training can disarm even a master swordsman.However,each weapon has weakness,as does any style of fighting,though there are exceptions.You should learn to fight with your body,mind and soul.I won't give any crap about 'becoming one' with a weapon.Learn the basics,lay a strong foundation and build from there.3 words.Adapt,Imitate,Innovate.

"Now,I can honestly only teach you about staff or spear fighting.I will teach you basic drills in the limited time I have.If you are coordinated enough,you can use this in tune with other weapons.Remember,you ,ust use your body.And in a fight,in real,war combat,you fight to survive.When the enemy is down,kill it,Hit hard,fast and at all vulnerable areas.Do not surrender.Fight guerilla actions,as in using many small-scale strikes to wear down a superior enemy.Also,given that your guard force is small in number,use hit-and-run tactics.Your greatest assets aer a strong fortress palca that you have,and the mobility of you mounts."

And so,Wen Kian continued his lectures on staff and spear fighting,as well as strategy,for he had been a soldier in his reality,with a double doctorate in Military Strategy & Tactics and Political Science.

The dark forces surged around Xcerus as the power welled up around him. He stood in his chambers as the power climaxed, taking his last breath of air a huge surge of magic rippled though the room his soul was tourn fro; his body and he became ethereal. As he transformed a new creature appeared infront of him. It was huge, nearly 7ft tall and clad in a dark red armour. Its eyes glowed an erie red colour and on its back it wore a huge 2handed sword made of a black metal. Xcerus smiled, he could feel the raw power eminating from this new pet. Turning towards a nearby skelital servant he cast a power tap spell and his minion did his bidding, turning towards the target its weapon appeared in its hand, pinky red flames dancing around the blade as the spell was caste with deep blue flames spiraling about its hands as the incantation was done the pet pointed its weapon at the skeliton. It exploded in dark energy spiritual forces ripping into it draining its life and turning it into raw power to feed the necromancers mana pool. The necromancer was impressed, all that remained of his former slave was a small pile of white dust.

The winds swirled around Eystal as she sat in her throne.

"Not only a necromancer, but also... a conjuror? He combines magics that should never be joined. If he takes the sword, he will wreak havoc."

She stood and walked briskly to the training rooms.

"Aragiel, it is time we moved. I have located the next person. Wen Kian, you may come if you wish, but let me tell you that I most sincerely doubt that this is your hero. The person we go to meet it a necromancer who seems to take pride in destruction.
"You will have to make up your mind soon, as I will need to create a storm gate to reach the necromancer's palace."

"I will come" said Wen Kian,as he placed his staff-spear back on his back."I took the chance to look up on the deities that govern this land and it seems that you have a 'Lady of Death' who happens to be the Queen of Elves as well.So basically,this necromancer is corrupting the powers of Death which is a force of Nature is it not?"

Saying this,Wen Kian took a swig from a flask of water before preparing himself for the trip to meet this conjuror or necromancer.He truly disliked magic,but it served its purposes from time to time.It just seemed to him that unless disciplined,many magic users turned over to greed and chaos,at least in this reality or so it seemed.

"I will accompany you in my tiger form.The size will probably be around the size of a small car."Wen Kian hoped she understod the reference and so sent an image to her mind of what a car was,and the size he would be,using his telepathy to send sound,images and word forms into her mind.

"All the better to keep the person we are about to meet unaware.If he asks,introduce me as your mount and bodyguard."

Saying thus,he shifted to his tiger form,drawing ki from around him to power his transformation and gain the additional mass.In a smal burst of light,before Eystal and Aragiel stood a magnificent tiger,white with stripes of black,intelligent eyes staring out at them from a whiskered face with fangs retracted into the gums and claws sheathed,all hard enough to cut diamond.

With his mind,he indicated that they could ride him if they so wished.

OOC:can I invite another person to come into the rp?an ok roleplayer in my opinion.name is Itranto.search for his threads in the forum.We honestly need more ppl in this rp,thats what I feel.Parhaps at most 2 more.What do u guys think?

Somewhere in the wasteland,near where Wen Kian had emerged into this reality,an android appeared,adrogynous in appearance.

It scanned the area for the signature of the demisaiyan,intent on finding him.This blade that resided in this reality would be useful to its own,which it sough to rule.This reality was of no concern,only Wen Kian,and the blade that this reality contained.Majin Thar would claim it,return and use it to rule his own reality.

Flying off into the horizon,Majin Thar would watch and wait.Let these petty beings squabble over it.He detected the traces of a battle,the trace residue energy left by Wen Kian,battling some demonic creature that was reforming even now.He smiled.That would be his first place to investigate.

OOC: I TG all the people who were interested in joining on the sign in thread. Hopefully they'll join. I also see no problem with having other people join.

IC: As Eystal mounted Wen Kian, she heard the wind once more. Something else had arrived. It seemed to be searching for something. Or someone. She decided to keep this knowledge to herself for the meantime.

Aragiel mounted the Tiger as well, holding her spear, with her bow across her back. Although she knew that Eystal did not need her, she was appreciated for what she had done in the past.

Wen Kian loped through the corridors of the castle to the main gate,while sitting astride him were Aragiel and Eystal.He felt the rip,the tear in the reality,as it disrupted the flow of life,the essence of Nature upon which his Saiyan powers were based,that which was Ki,which he drew mostly from within himself,as it slowly regenerated.

His Ki sense spoke of a familiar signature."One of the thrice-damned Majin's!" he thought.

The Majin's were those who embraced evil,embraced chaos and greed for their own gain at the costs of all others.They were evil at heart,or chose to become Majin's to gain the power they felt was theirs.Even his ancestor Vegeta had been a Majin,for a brief while before he overcame it.Wen Kian himself had been tempted to become a Majin,to embrace the darkness within his own heart,a part of his nature,in a bid to become more powerful than his relations,those whom he had envied and distanced himself from.

This was one of the Majin androids,his nemesis.If it was Majin Thar,the greatest and most powerful of them.This would be a reckoning for both of them.Feeling disquiet,he centred himself,closing his mind.

"Cast your Storm Gate woman.We shall meet this...doer of magic tricks" with a strong tone of disapproval underlying his voice.His ally used magic,so he tolerated it.Enemies that used magic,he abhored.His distaste for magic was great,as he perceived it as twisting the natural order.At least this Eystal's power was based on Nature,on balance.

Eystal did so, while noting the disquiet that affected Wen Kian. They passed through the Gate, and arrived at the Palace of Xcerus.

"This is it. Be warned, both of you. This one twists the very laws of nature to his own ends. He seeks power, and has already gained much. With luck, we will not need to fight him, for it is possible that he has ignored the Call of the sword. Let us enter."

As they walked towards the doors of the palace, they creaked open.

"So he knows we are here," Eystal said in an undertone not heard by the others. "Very well then."

Wen Kian padded slowly through the large doors,sniffing the air as he went in.The tiger form granted him acute hearing and smell as well as taste,inclusive of sharp vision that allowed him to see into the infra-red and ultraviolet as well,if he so wished.

He sniffed the air and tasted it,detecting many unsavoury chemicals.He heard movement at the edges of his hearing,even a faint undertone of Eystal saying something,which he could not catch.Not that it mattered.His eyes pierced the dim lighting of the corridor,dank and dusty with lighted torches lining the wall.

The tiger let out a roar,letting it resonate through the castle.The door had opened,this magician knew they were here.He could smell Eystal and Aragiel,both alert and prepared for possible violence.His tail waving in the stagnant air,he continued forward,Aragiel surveying the rear for possible attack,while Eystal seemed to stare straight ahead.

Mathimar blinked. He could see a change in colors ... a trickle of light seeping through the darnkess that enveloped him. Too weary to follow the light, he slept.

Mathimar woke. The light was still there. He dared not approach. All he knew was his name. And he knew it was not from memory. He touched his cheek and brought his hand back immediately. Oh, he did have memories. Thousands of them, blurred together to the point of being indistinguishable. Hundreds of thousands. He had had another name, once, though he could not remember it. His emotions seemed just as hazy as what was in his head. He felt irritated, yet at the same time, fear streaked through his anger. And a sense of the uttermost dread. He became aware the ground he had been sleeping on was rock hard. Realisation came with a shock. His head hurt. Everything spun. He slept.

Mathimar woke. The light was still there. The ground was hard, he had a name, and there was light. More came to him, although each memory just led to another question, which raked up another one. Nothing useful. Memories of colors, of the elements. Simple things. Trying to think to hard only caused him pain. He wept silently.

Mathimar woke. Almost immediately he felt the dread. Rolling through him in waves. He felt sick.
MATHIMAR.
He was Mathimar. That voice in his head was not his.
WIELDER OF THE SWORDS. MATHIMAR.
Words spilled from his mouth, before he knew what he was doing.
"Yes!" he cried "I am Mathimar."
YOU WILL OBEY ME, MATHIMAR.
"I will obey you," he repeated
GOOD.
The voice seemed to melt as soon as he had heard it. The memory of a voice. Had the voice been real? Pain gripped him.

Mathimar woke. The light was brighter than ever. He scrambled towards it. He knew what he must do. Slowly, he made his way out of the cave.

Majin Thar flew over the ruined village,now simply a desert of ash,where Wen Kian and Rokok had battled.In a vast crater,a being of molten metal was slowly regenerating itself,and it was nearly complete.

Rokok pulled together his essence.The victory of the flesh being had been unexpected.No mortal won against an Archdemon,Captain of Itan's Elite Guard.And no wizard,no matter if descended from the very essence of Yaloth itself would triumph against his master,the Daemon Prince Itan,son of Liliath.

Suddenly,his eyes rose to the sky,to meet the adrogynous figure of Majin Thar,their gazes meeting in a battle of wills,with neither giving way.It was at this moment that a portal to the lowest plane,the Hellworld,opened.And through it marched the assembled host of Itan's army,with Itan at its head.

Eystal got down from Wen Kian. Then she heard the whispers.

"No," she said quietly.

Aragiel turned to ask her what the problem was.

"An answer has been given. Definitely given. I hope that this necromancer does not take much time. We need to finish here then move."

She then turned, and shouted down the hallway.

"Xcerus! Eystal is here to speak with you!"

She waited for the response.

OOC: Ok this is starting off great. Sorry I haven't been around for the starting, though. For the sake of keeping it easy, can we please limit this story to one planet? The planet can be called many different things from all the races. At the moment we are all on one continent, which has no knowledge of another continent. The ocean to the East and North of us is called "The Ilzum Ocean" and the ocean to the West and South is "The Remel Ocean". I'll put a map up soon with the different countries, but feel free to make a few up for now, just not too many. And to keep the pace right, the main inhabitants of the countries should be humans.

You're main characters can have some degree of power, though. So, each of our characters are looking for the sword, I assume.

And remember, this is a story, not an RP. As long as you aren't over-stepping the line, for the good of the story, you may declare others losses.

Try and also get a few more people to join, so long as you know they won't mess things up.

The visitors stood in a huge entrance hall the castle seamed to be carved out of stone. Two doors lay in the great hall one at each end. To the South stood a huge wooden door with intricate golden lattice work picturing the sun and the outside world at the other northern end lay a huge stone door with images of people carved into it, upon closer inspection the images were all suffering.
From the shadows whispers could be heard and then from behind two pillars emerged 2 reavers, they were inconicu, dressed in black chain mail armour with long flowing black cloaks. On their left arm they each had a tower sheild with the image of a golden sword on a black background in their left hands they bore a barbed whip each flickering with a life of its own an erie blue glow shimmering along its lenth. Looking at the newcommers with intrest the revers started moving towards them and then stoped 10meters from them, looking them over they showed no fear for they had been shown their fait, how they would die by their master and non of these figures had been there. Bolsterd by this they moved closer before speaking as one;
"We are the guardians of the inconicu realm, who are you and what is your business here."
Their voices echod down the great hall and seamed to be joined by faint whispering. Behind them the carvings on the great stone door appeared to be moving slowly writhing among each other in their nakedness, it was impossible to tell if they were or if infact it was a trick of the light.

"As I said, I am here to speak with Xcerus," Eystal told the guardians.
"He and I have business together. I mean him no harm, just as I mean you no harm. However, I must speak with him. You cannot prevent me from seeing him, and I would not suggest trying to do so. Take me to him. Now."

Deciding to back up her words,Wen Kian in his tiger form let out a loud growl,to underscore the threat that he posed,and that he was prepared for violence.His tail waving in the air,he padded up to Eystal's side,fur bristling.

Next to his immense bulk,Eystal seemed a toy doll,though definitely not to be underestimated.They were a contrast,Eystal with an air of quiet danger and Wen Kian exuding a very palpable aura of cold,suppressed berserker fury.

He sank down on his haunches next to her,looking very much like a pet determined to follow its master,or as much as a tiger dwarfing a small woman could.Fangs bared and eyes gleaming green in the light,the creatures of Xcerus seemed slightly intimidated by him,slightly.

ooc: hello. i think i get the story. If you need to know stuff about my character Azul, i made some posts about him in the first thread.

ic:

Fire was everywhere. Death was in the air...

Josilik, the town's historian, scrambled through the burning buildings. The thing that had destroyed the village was after him. It wanted to kill him.



A tall figure cloaked in black stood upon the burning church. If anyone had looked at him, all they would see were his blood red eyes. Eyes that pierced even the mightiest soul, and made the greatest warriors go mad. In his hand, was a sword, long and twisted, glowing an erie blue.

The figure saw his prey. He smiled. This village had been too easy. No one had even tried to stop him. The figure lifted his hand. The old man stopped moving. The figure leapt down off of the building. He grabbed the old man's throat.

Josilik felt icy fingers wrap around his neck. He was lifted into the air. The figure in front of him lowered his hood. Josilik let out a faint cry as he saw who it was. Azul, the claimer of souls. "P-p-please (gasp) don't hur-t-t me!" he asked with tears forming at his eyes.

Azul stared at him emotionessly. Why should he? Azul still needed one thousand souls for his blade to be complete. Why should he allow this old man stop his quest? He smirked as he raised his sword. He was about to kill the man, when he saw something in his mind.

He saw himself, holding another sword. He could tell it had emense power. He then saw the old man telling him something. He didn't seem to be pleading for his life though. The image was becoming fuzzy. He tried to concentrate on it, but it slipped away. It was then that he heard a cruel voice. "The blade of hate...the man knows...the man knows..."

Azul shook his head. He heard something about a blade. The Blade of Hate? Yes, that was it. What was it? He didn't know. He then remembered the squirming man in his hand. "You, tell what you know about the Blade of Hate." he said coldly. His grip tightened.

Josilik stopped squirming. "The Blade of Hate?" he asked with a look of horror on his face. Azul nodded. "T-thatis the greatest blade of all. With it, a man could rule the world. Or at least that is what I have heard."

"Is that all?"

"Y-y-yes. That is all I..." Josilik stopped as he felt the Azul's blade enter his chest. He gasped and tried to free himself. He could already feel his soul leaving him. "NO!" he screamed with his last breath. He rolled his eyes and his head fell back.

Azul tore his sword out of the man and threw the corpse into the fire. He pondered what the man had said. A sword more powerful than his own? He laughed at the thought.

"DO NOT LAUGH AT THE GREATEST WEAPON OF ALL!" shouted a familiar voice. Azul quickly turned to see a person he never expected to meet again. His father, Azucrot. "You dare mock the Blade of Hate?" shouted his father.

Azul fell to the ground. "Father! You...you are alive!" he said with joy in his voice. "You did not die in the battle?"

Azucrot sneared at him. "Fool. You saw me die. I am only a messenger. I have come to lead you to conquest. You are to take the blade that I speak of. With it, you shall become a god..."

Azul looked at him confused. His "father" sighed and lifted his hand. Azul's mind erupted with visions. He grabbed his head and began to scream...

Two hours later...

Azul found himself face down on the ground. His head ached and throbbed. He groaned as he lifted himself up off the ground. He now realized what his "father" was trying to tell him. That he was destined to become the ruler of this world. He would rebuild his father's empire. The vampire would rule all...

Majin Thar wiped the memory of Rokok before dissappearing from view,becoming transparent and dissapearing from sight.He did not wish to face a daemon army,and definitely not a daemon prince,for he not the power,yet.He would follow them,until he found Wen Kian,and fulfill his fate.

Of course,this new element had entered as well as another,Azul.Majin Thar did not know this,but soon,he would.

[Daemons]

Itan looked at Rokok,now fully formed and more powerful than ever,for Rokok was of the greater daemonkind that grew stronger after death or even near death experiences,similar to a saiyan.His greatest captain had tasted defeat and it would provide good motivation for revenge.They would handle the Pristess of Yaloth, Eystal once and for all.

Itan was a Daemon Prince of great repute.He had heard the call,but had never dared to go for the Blade of Hate until now.He knew the truth behind Thrandir's Fate,but now the call was too great.He would master the blade,no matter the cost.And now,a figure he had though long dead had come out of the mists of time.After half a millenia,Azul had reappeared.

Rokok had been the one that had shattered the body of the Vampire King in the War of Ytil'a'tharak,he was the one that had shattered him in battle,ripping his spine from the Vampire King's body as he bled to death,even the Vampire Kings magic unable to stop his demise.

Itan himelf sought Azul,to claim the Blade of Souls the bastard son of the Vampire King carried.Sired by the Vampire King with a Vampire Wych,his deadliest bodyguard,enforcer and silencer all in one,Azul was even more powerful than his father or mother.He carried within him a spark of greatness.Itan had seen the threat the Vampire Kingdom had posed to the daemons,and had been the one to shatter them into the dust.He remembered as his daemon hordes swarmed in,Balrogs burning vampires by the thousands as they futilely resisted the inexorable tide they send against them.

Now,him,Rokok and the daemon army,gathered under him under the auspices of the Great Chaos Powers,with the blessing of Baruthuzel himself would seek to dominate the Blade of Hate.As for Azul,Rokok himself would finish the quest he had started long ago,to kill the last of the line of Vampire Kings.

[Extract from Meditations on the Thrandir Blade or Blade of Hate]

Thrandir's Fate elevated one to face the once who had created Uriz in the first place.Uriz,Lord of the Cosmic Dance,had been created by another more powerful being,and Thrandir,the foolish king who had forged the blade,had done something so vile,so perverted,an unnameable act that had disgusted even Baruthuzel himself,Lord of Chaos,Supreme Emperor and Ruler of the Chaos Void.Thrandir had incurred the wrath of all,yet Thrandir wielded the power to slay a god!Thrandir controlled absolute power within the Planes of Reality itself,had discovered the previously unknown,of the Greater Being,the one who had shaped the Megaverse of his existence.And in his arrogance,he had sought to dominate Heaven and Hellworld itself,had sought to challenge the 3 Lords of the Megaverse,Uriz,Yaloth and Baruthuzel themselves.


And Thrandir nearly succeeded.The Blade of Hate had been that powerful.Until,when in the Holiest Mountain,the Peak of Rovel,he had faced the 3 Lords of Creation themselves,blade to blade,body to body.And as he towered over them,the very fabric of the Megaverse snapped as the creator of Uriz had summoned him to face him,the one known a Allah,face to face.

In that meeting,the Blade of Hate lay grasped in the stone hands of Thrandir,turned to stone for his unnameable sins,the Blade drained of the power it once had,still powerful enough to destroy a god and warp reality itself,but once claimed and brought to another reality,powerful enough to control Fate itself.

[End of Extract]

Aragiel watched from the shadows as Eystal and Wen Kian challenged the inconicu. She knew that there was nothing that these guardians could do here to stop her mistress. The thing that confused her was why she had been told to come at all. Eystal and Wen Kian together surely had enough power to defeat this necromancer between them. Aragiel was not needed.

Aragiel knew little of her mistress' motives. Eystal searched not for the Blade but rather for its wielder. Eystal somehow knew a great deal of information on the Blade, but only revealed that information in small amounts, as if she was hording it for safekeeping. Aragiel also knew that Eystal was devoted to Yaloth, and presumed her to be a priestess.

But in the meantime, very little was happening. Aragiel saw Eystal motion, and she leaped from her hiding place and impaled one of the guardians with her spear, while Wen Kian dispatched the other. Together, the three of them moved further into the necromancer's castle.

As the warriors walked passed the necromantic power imbued into the armour of the reavers blazed into life, flickering blue purple light shimmerd around them and they stood back up. Wounds binding they again stood ready.
"You cannot kill servents of the necromancers for they are the purity of our faith." both said as one.
They stood next to eachother guarding each other, then suddenly they attacked, whips flailing at them as their combat magic activated, swirling mists errupted around them making it harder to hit them, crushing waves of agony filled the room and their soul drain spells began to work upon the attackers draining them of energy. As the whips struck their target it seamed to drain their very essence.
Suddenly the huge stone doors at the end of the halls opend and there stood a huge figure dressed in red armour. The reavers fell back from their targets falling to their knees as they did so. The necromancers pet began to caste a spell dark swirling powers circaling about him blue energy welling up in its hands. in the shadows behind him hte necromancer floated in shade form.
Dark energy surged towards the enemy binding them to where they stood stopping them moving as a feeling of undeath crept up their legs.
Xcerus' pet stood looking at them awaiting his masters next command, from behind Xcerus floated forwards looking down upon the warriors he moved towards them well within reach of their weapons. The pet however remained standing in the archway keeping well back from the imposters.
Looking at each of them in turn Xcerus began to speak.
"What have we here, who are you to disturb me? have you come to see your fait or have you another issue, you are not undead and so i have no wish to kill you for it is not Arawens wish." The mention of this name caused the 2 reavers to begin chanting and praying together while the whispers in the halls grew quieter but joined their praying.

Wen Kian stood bound to the ground by an unseen force.Magic!

He cursed under his breath,audible only as a low growl.He would have to escape and power up for any hope of victory.

His decision made,he reverted to his demisaiyan form before going super saiyan.He was not as strong in SSJ1 as in Ultra SSJ1,but he was much faster and stronger physically than these monsters before him.Summoning his Ki,he brought together an orb of pure energy,his eyes flashing green and his hair glowing golden,sheathed in a visible aura of golden-yellow light.

"NECROMANCER!LET THEM GO OR FACE THE WRATH OF A SAIYAN PRINCE! NOW." Leaving him no time for response,Wen Kian flew through the air before slamming into a reaver.They couldn't be killed,but they sure as hell could be disintegrated.With super saiyan reflexes and speed,he delivered multiple kicks to the reaver before sending the orb blasting towards the necromancer.

He suddenly felt the whip lash of the other reaver as it wrapped around his leg.His anger driving him,he delivered a reverse kick to it in midair before delivering a slamming kick to its torso and head,crushing armour even as the pain of the whip lash faded from his system.Within 1.69 seconds,both reavers were decommisioned for the time being.

Wen Kian whirled,only to meet the devastating punch of Xcerus's pet,its kick sending hurling back into a wall,slamming through at least a meter or concrete before he managed to block its next blow and delivered an enormous punch straight to its body core,sending it reeling back and cracking its armour.He unleashed a tornado kick to it,multiple impacts chipping armour and sending it back a few paces,before crouching down on the ground to send an uppercut to its jaw,a backtruss kick to its groin and a roundhouse kick to its arm at the elbow,crushing the joint and rendering its left arm useless.

It grabbed him by the throat with the right arm,using it to propel Wen Kian into the wall,before bringing back and slamming him into it again,at the same time choking him.Barely on the edge of consciousness,Wen Kian brought his fingers together as he delivered a Galick Gun attack to the creature,washing it in a wave of blue energy that slowly caused it to dissolve and disintegrate.As the creature stunbled back,smoking,Wen Kian unleashed his Kamehameha attack.

"KA-ME-HA-ME-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" was all that could be heard as light filled the dimness,Wen Kians kamehame wave slamming the creature through the castle walls before passing through the thick stone walls,vaporising them along with the creature.Through the hole in the wall,the night sky could be seen outside,glittering with stars.

As he turned to meet the gaze of the necromancer,he saw the reavers rising up again,as the necromancer prepared another attack of dark energy.His aura burning golden as an energy shield came into place,Wen Kian prepared a Makankasappo attack."Necromancer,I have dispatched your pet.You saw what my attacks can do,and you have a taste of what I am capable of.Release my companions,now.We only wish to talk with you.For the manner in which we entered,I apologise.However,continue to hold my companions captive,and I can assure you that I will destroy your castle."

The charade was over.Wen Kian had shown his true power.

Wen Kian met the dark gaze of the hooded necromancer,purple fire dripping from his hand as it feel to the floor,the reavers flanking him,cautious now thet knew his capabilities.They crouched behind their thick tower shields,their whips clasped in armoured gauntlets.It was now a battle of wills,of who would give way first.Wen Kian was definitely not going to give in."Your choice.Release my companions or your castle becomes dust."To reinforce this message,Wen Kian used his telepathy to send Xcerus a mental image of just exactly what would happen to his castle and especially to him if Eystal and Aragiel were harmed.

"You have my vow of honour that I will not attack you once you have freed my companions.This is a royal vow and I do not give it lightly.You know I speak the truth."


OOC:if u watch Dragonball,you know that demisaiyans are tough and very hard to kill.Just tell me to tone him down a bit if you want.Simply put,from the outset I gave everybody fair warning when I said my character was sourced from DragonballZ.He is restricting his power usage as he is near his companions.They regularly destroy planets on that show.

The sight of Azul's father made him think of the great battle. The fall of the kingdom.

It was Itan who declared war on his people. He was the only one who knew the true power of the vampire. It was because of his knowledge, that the war started. He was the reason his people were gone...he was the reason he was all that was left of the greatest empire the world had seen.



500 years before...

Azul walked through the streets of the city his father had created. Azul could already tell it was weak. If the enemy found them, they would not last. He saw his people preparing for the massacre. His father was a fool.

For two hundred years, the army of Itan had been wiping out city after city of vampires. When they were done with a city, they would carry the bodies and heads of the dead. It sickened Azul.

Itan's army was said to be in the south, but others said they were coming from the north. It was all chaos. They were fighting a losing battle. They would lose. Azul walked to his father's quarters. He was about to knock, when he heard a scream of pain. He turned to see a soldier shot through the heart with an arrow. As the soldier fell, he turned to dust. They had been found...

The enemy charged the fort screaming senseless things. They began to break down the walls. "I want every man to brace the walls. We must not let them get inside!" he yelled. It was too late though. The stone walls came tumbling down onto his men, crushing them to death.

Azul heard another war cry. It was to the north. He ran to see the cause of the noise as soldiers ran to push back the enemy. Azul climbed the wall and saw another army. The humans. Azul leaped over the wall and prepared himself.

Human after human was sliced in half. Azul's blade tore through the flesh and the bone. He used his mind to lift one and used him like a club to beat the man's comrades to death. His fangs grew long as he used them to rip out another's jugular vein, causing blood to fly everywhere.

"Hold the human menace off!" he yelled as more soldiers appeared to help him. He turned and leaped over the wall again, landing on a demon. It grabbed at his feet, but he was to quick. Within seconds, he had mutilated it.

The prince ran to the courtyard of the city to find his father fighting a massive beast. His father had always been a great warrior, but he was making this look like killing a peasent. His father sliced at the creature, causing it to have many open wounds. His father lifted his sword, the Blade of Lucifer, and plunged it into the creature's heart. It fell to the ground dead. Azucrot turned to face more demons. Slowly, the creature Azucrot "killed" rose up. Azul did not believe this. How could it be true?

The demon opened its hand and plunged it into Azucrot's back. He had a look of suprise on his face, and then nothing. The demon ripped out his spine and threw it to the ground. Azucrot fell to the ground. Azul saw all of this in slow-motion. A single tear formed in his eye as his rage came into this world.

"ALL SHALL SUFFER!" he yelled as he unleashed the greatest of all attacks known to the world. Soul Reaper. There was a sudden blast more powerful than a thousand comets. Azul rose into the air as everything within the blast radius was incinerated. All were killed. None were left. Only Azul. (ooc: of course Rokok isn't dead, he managed to escape)

He was lowered to the ground. Into the flames. Into hell...

Azul, the last vampire king, then saw an odd sight. In front of him, were two swords. The sword of a human king, The Blade of Redemption, and his father's sword. He used his mind to fuse them together and he created the Blade of Souls. It was the ultimate power it seemed, but it was a cursed blade.

Azul had not realized, that the blade would only be created after a great massacre, and that the only way to give it true power, was to kill the same amount of people that died in the massacre, with the sword. The reason that it is cursed, if you do not complete the task, you shall die. Azul did not realize this though when he grabbed the hilt.

Through visions caused by the sword, he soon learned this. He had made the greatest mistake. He now had to kill over five million with the sword. It would take an eternity it seemed. But it was not so. He was taken into an alternate reality. There, he killed many. After 500 years, he was then taken back to this reality, where he now searches for the Blade of Hate, and ultimate power.

As Xcerus' pet died he came out of shade form the two reavers jumped to his side as he backed towards the door chanting as he moved. The reavers bones were snapping back into place and their chared skin was rehealing as they guarded the small inconicu.
Feeling the telepathic waves he knew what was said was not so he had seen his death and knew it was not here and now such was arawen's power. Looking at this warrior he smiled a new thought comming to him. He moved between the guardian reavers and began to talk.
"I am Xcerus, master of the palace you now stand in. I regret there is only one way to free your friends. The spell can only be canceld by a necromancers magic, they are being held inplace by death itself should the bonds be tamperd with then father death will take them. If you do not wish this to be so then you must trust me, for now at least."
The feeling of cold began to creep up the legs of those held firm numbing them to the bone as a deep primal fear began to well in them.
"If however you do not agree to my terms then no matter what you think you will not destroy this place."
He claped his hand and 11 light blue swirling rings emerged from the roof speeding towards the floor. They stoped and a deep gong could be heard. then 11 reavers appeared from the rings surrounding the impostors.
"My city worships arawen, all will stand behind me for arawen is the light of our lives, they will not let this be changed."
The whispers grew again saying arawen repeatedly their voices jumbaling together. The 13 reavers began chanting and praying again dark energy swirling around them.
Xcerus looked to the sky and cried "ARAWEN NOTH QUI AM MORTUS EST!" a thunder strike could be heard above and the chanting grew as dark blue energy arced into Xcerus hands from the ground. The warmth seamed to be drained from the suroundings. Making many complex swilring gestures Xcerus began to resummon his pet. From behind him marched 4 skelital soldiurs each accompanied by 2 skelitans armed only with what could be described as a friars staff. They formed a circle around Xcerus the soldiurs in the middle facing outwards swords and sheilds raised the fossal healers formed a larger outer circle around them. Suddenly a bright flash lit the room and the skelital soldiurs began to melt into a small puddle on the floor. merging into one then with a surge of purple the smaller skelitans also crumbled to the ground. The spell casting was almost done, Xcerus reached up to the heavens with both his hands a great globe of raw dark energy floating above him he called out
"ARAWEN QUI NOSFERATI IMPEROUS NOS, QUEI AM XCERUS NOS DE THEURGEIST!!"
At this another boom of thunder was heard and Xcerus changed to shade form as his pet reappeared. Suddenly the room was quiet even the whipsering has stopped. Xcerus' people knew of his power but had never seen it before. They were awed.

OOC:just a reminder,in this story,there is a twist regarding humans.While they are still around,as I said in the story,the are THE Elder race,not elves or anybody else.Being an elder race,they are ths wiser,stronger and basically more powerful than any others.However,there are many types of humans.

The majority of humans has ascended as is their birthright,to the higher planes and beyond.However,there are still those that are like the humans you see in most fantasy universes.They are not as numerous as the elves or others in this universe,but a human of the Ascended stock is the most capable warrior,among any mortal race.However,they number only in the hundreds in the Middle Plane.Most are in the Higher Planes and choose not live in the Middle Plane.The humans in the Middle Plane are the Unascended,choosing to advance at their own pace.The Ascended Humans are called the Highmen and are exceedingly tall and strong.Physically,they are the tallest,strongest,fastest and most agile of any of the races,as well as the most long lived with lifespans approaching 5000 years.Immortal humans are called the Zanthal and are easily a match for any daemon prince in skill,strength and power.Of course,they aren't giants.They aren't found much,they are more behind the scenes.

Regarding other races,the other major ones are the Ulvur,taken from http://www.santharia.com/races/ulvur.htm who are the second most numerous,second only to the elves in numbers.The next are the Wulfen,those who are man-wolf in shape and are the natural allies of the Ulvur.The Wulfen are 2.5 meters tall and usually at 300 kilograms,with dense bones and thick,leathery skins that provide natural protection from the natural elements.They live in the mountains and highlands of the different planets of the Middle Plane and are a shamanistic culture,able to harness all the elements of Nature through the tenets of the shamanistic faith.They use massive axes,longswords and spears in close combat couples with their fangs and claws.They also use fire and ice magics extensively.

The Elves are the type you see in Warcraft.Not the night elves but the Quel'Thalas type.There are 3 types.Their average heigt is 1.8 m to 2.3 m.

High Elves:Users of all types magic and the longest lived of the elvse with up to 2000 years of life.Commune regularly with the Highmen.In fighting,second only to the Highmen.

Blood Elves:Users of fire-based and chaos magics,their overall goal is the continued protection and survival of the elven race and the Middle Plane.They use the magics of daemons,the powers of chaos,against the daemons themselves.They fight fire with fire.All their warriors are immune to magic of the enemies.

Shadow Elves:Worshippers and followers of Yaloth,the worship balance and moderation above all.They are neutrals and seek a balance among the 3 forces that dominate the Middle Plane.However,they place that secondary to the primacy of their race,the elves.They use the power of the weather and Eystal come from among them,for she is of royal lineage from them and is also descended directly from Yaloth himself on her mother's side.Divine blood runs in the royal line,and they can draw upon that power in the direst situations.

Vampires are your usual blood suckers.However,sunlight doesn't kill them,only makes them weaker.They have extreme allergies to garlic and silver though.They use all types of magic.You are born in Vampire,who are evolved from humans that suffered from a genetic defect that cost them to have less haemoglobin than normal.You cannot be made a vampire,though by biting you they can make you a slave.They are psychic.They are few in number since the war with the daemons,and when the Highmen,Ulvur,Wulfen and Elves allied to shatter the empire of the Vampires,which was threatening the existence of the Elves.

Next in line are the Dwarves.They are the most technologically advanced.They are the type you see in Warcraft as well.Not your Tolkien types but the type that lust after adventure and knowledge as well as craftetd goods.Think Indiana Jones crossed with MacGuyver crossed with Mr T crossed with Einstein.They live underground,in the mountains and use technology equivalent to modern humans like now,though they also mix that with magic.They are up to 1.5 m in height with females not having beards.They use axes and hammers in close combat as well as guns.They are an incredibly tough race,able to resist magic and the elements very well as well as physical and mental hardship to extremes that would kill normal humans,courtesy of their 2 hearts and incredibly dense skeletal system combined with amazing regenerative abilities and a mixture of tech and magic.I definitely won't be bringing them in though somebody else can.But bringing them in will make the story more complex so they should best be left in the background as well as the other races.

And finally,you have the daemons.All sorts,all kinds.You have the Great Chaos Powers who are top of the food chain.Then Daemon Princes,followed by Daemon Lords or Archdaemons,then Greater Daemons,then so on.All sort,any imaginable form.Oh,and trolls,the Tolkien type,only smarter and able to resist sunlight.They move in tribes of males in the wilderness,with females choosing trolls to mate with when they come to troll villages.Trolls are a matriarchal race,and female trolls are bigger and stronger than male trolls as well as smarter.

Under them you have the undead,who come serve necromancers who corrupt the Force of Death to unnatural purposes.Elves totally abhor them as Yiyil,their Queen Goddess,is also the Lady of Death,Judge of the Dead and Dying,and they see the undead as a perversion.Undead also serve as the footsoldiers of the Trolls,Vampires and Daemons,who use chaos magics.You have Undead Lords,Archdead,Greater Dead,Lichs,Baelnorns(lich-like elves),Banshees,Captains of the Dead,Lieutenants of the Dead,Summoners of the Dead and the usual rotting assortment of Dead(e.g. skeletons,zombies,etc.)

Of course,those necromancers who worship the Leady of Death and do not corrupt it,those necromancers use the Dead for purposes of Order that are not in violation of Nature.

Thats about it.Hope it adds some order to the story.Think of them as guidelines.Hope this doesn't get confusing.

OOC: God, you go away for a day and all hell breaks loose. But anyway.

IC: Eystal watched Xcerus summoning his 'pet', and was most interested in his manner. Then to the surprise of all watching, she moved from where she had been apparently held still.

"Very good Xcerus, but you'll have to do better if you wish to cage one such as I. Once you have released Aragiel, I must talk with you about many things."

She waited, while her bodyguard was set free. Then the necromancer turned to her.

"Xcerus, I have seen your powers. I know that I have not seen their extent here. What I want to know is how far you are willing to go to increase your strength.
"What I want to know is, will you answer the Call of the Blade of Thrandir. I know that you have heard it. And I know, more than anyone else in this Plane knows, what could happen if someone were to wield it. All I want is your answer.
"But before you tell me, I must tell you something. If you say you will not seek the Blade, and I find you later searching for it, I will fight you. And I will win. I know this.
"If, alternately, you say you will search for the Blade, then I will leave you here. Should we ever come in contact again, then it will be an even match. If you are honest, then you will have more power than if you lie.
"I have no interest in showing off my skills now. All I want is an answer. I will leave you in peace unless you interfere in my own affairs. So what is your answer?"

Majin Thar popped into existence over a vampire village.He was eager for some bloodshed,in fact,anything at all.And as it so happened,he happened across this quiet little vampire village nestled in the shade of a valley,with great herds of livestock surrounding the village,watched over by Wargs bred as mounts and guards.

He flew into the air before unleashing thousands upon thousand of blasts upon the village,even deciding to power up,as pink bolts of deadly energies cascaded downward from his form,thrown from his palms,his feet,his mouth,from his very pores.Livestock and Wargs died by the thousands,the smell of burnt flesh growing with every blast,even as the screams of women,children and beasts carried over the cries of vampire warriors as they rushed to defend their village,carrying parangs and long bows,clad in simple leather armour.Not that it would protect them.

Landing on the crowd,Thar met the charge headon.He simply disappeared before reappearing behind the vampire a fraction of a second later,sending them to their graves by ripping out their skulls or twisting apart their neck bones.He calmly strode through their midst,their blows bouncing off his elastic body or simply passing through him without any effect at all.The blows from the weapons of the vampires were rather like rain drops to the Majin.Warg-mounted vampires charged him,only to have their jaws ripped apart and their genitals incinerated,even as their mounts roasted beneath them.Within minutes,all the warriors were slaughtered as the village burned.

Thar slowly walked into the village,before peering into a hut out of curiosity.Out of the darkness,he heard the cry of a child,just before the mother of said child leapt out of the darkness,attacking him with a fury that only a parent defending its child knew,with desperation,her claws fully unsheathed and fangs bared.In a microsecond,Thar simply lashed out with his hand and caught her before snapping her neck like a twig.He was after all Majin Thar.She fell to the ground dead.Thar walked in,peering at the cherubic face of a vampire baby.Peering into its mind with his psychic powers,Thar felt and experienced the throes of birth,at least until he stomped the baby,crushing the pitiful thing into a pulp of grey,red and white,mashing the baby's bones into the dust,before blasting it into ash and stalking off.

Majin Thar swept the minds of the screaming vampires,before unleashing a shockwave from his body,a shockwave that blew apart the stone houses of the village.Within a time of 6 minutes,the village was destroyed and Majin Thar interrogated the last surviving villager,the temenggong of the village.Breaking his fingers and crushing his hands before snapping apart the infant granddaughter of the temenggong before the old vampires eyes,Majin Thar proceeded to pierce the man's mind and draw every single scrap of knowledge before him,about their history,about their king,the whelp of the last Vampire King,Azul.

Sending a burst of psychic energy that burst the skull of the temenggong,Maji thar leapt up,leaving the village in ruins.He flew off in the direction that Azul had seemingly taken.He knew now,that first baby he had killed was the son of the Vampire Prince,and that desperate mother,Azul's lover.Of course,unless Azul was psychic,which he was,just as Thar was,he would sense the deaths of his woman and son.Of course,he wouldn't know who,for Majin Thar simply could dissappear,psychically,physically,spiritually and mentally,masking his presence to any except Wen Kian,his accursed enemy.

He planned to track down Azul and offer him a deal.The only other being capable of even beginning to match his power was Wen Kian,and Azul would be a good puppet,to play against the others as well as Itan.

[Several hours later]

A sonic boom shook the landscape as Majin Thar tracked the trail of destroyed villages,the very path that Azul had taken.Sending out a psychic summons,Thar swept low over the ground before noticing a mote on the horizon that seemed to acknowledge his presence.His intended,unknowing pawn.Azul.

Landing before the Vampire Prince,whom the adrogynous android towered over,he feigned respect,his crimson red elastic body genuflecting to his supposed master,all psychic defences down,as if he wanted to serve him,his memories masked so well that even he forgot them,at least temporarily.Of course,if he had wanted to,he could have killed this upstart young royal with but a snap of the neck.He was after all powerful enough to destroy planets,entire civilzations even,before the Saiyans had imprisoned him.

He would offer this upstart the choice of embracing the power of the Majin,if he proved his potential.

In a deep voice filled with respect(feigned) and sorrow,Majin Thar began his web of trickery.

"Lord Azul,I am Thar,a humble servant of your cause.I served your father as a mercenary in my younger days,training your troops to fight daemonkind and the others.If you remember,my regiment was destroyed by the Ulvur,powerful shapeshifting wolfpeople."

Using his psychic powers,he weaved a memory extracted from the dead,for the temenggong had indeed done as such for the Vampire King.Mixing truth with lies,he slowly coaxed the memory into Azul's awareness,firmly but gently.

"I bring news from the village where your son and lover were hidden away.Please allow me to present these images to you."

And slowly,Thar let the images of the broken bodies of his son and lover flood into Azul's mind.

"I am so sorry my lord.I came too late,and was not powerful enough to revive them or save any.The one responsible,I have his name.Would my lord like to know?I beg of you to restrain yourself my lord,for he is powerful indeed,a stranger from a distant land,as I am."

In his mind,Thar smiled.Wen Kian would gain many new enemies,for his deception always worked.Wen Kian was the only one who could even begin to match him in physical power.And soon,his mortal enemy would fall,no matter the consequences to this reality.For only his reality,that of him and Wen Kian,was all that mattered to him.

Wen Kian powered down,letting his attack subside and pulling the power back into him.He would not have to destroy the necromancer.Yet.Using what energy he had summoned he returned to his tiger form,midnight black fur with white stripes,coal-red eyes peering out from a noble face.

He stalked next to Eystal,while Aragiel,drained from the attack,draped herself over his back.She seemed tired,her lack of helmet revealing her crimson hair.She rested against him,breathing slowly.Wen Kian found the feeling she roused in him,the sight of her so drained,unsettling to say the least.He was concerned,but not as a fellow adventurer.Ever since he had seen her semi-naked in the training rooms,when she was pointing her bow at him,he had found her enticing.

He had known and experienced love once,until Majin Thar had killed her.The emotions he experienced now was love,no matter how he tried to analyse it in his mind.For goodness sakes',he barely even knew her.It had to be lust or something else.Yes,that was it.Yet,in his heart,Wen Kian felt a feeling of protectiveness towards the elf lying on his back,and his soul spoke of a deep connection to her.,no matter how he tried to deny it.

Using his telepathy,he sent Xcerus a message."Know this necromancer,you seem to see the future,yet listen to a word from the wise.I know this.The future is fluid and flows along many paths.Now,the paths of time seemingly flow towards a nexus,the nexus moment where someone will take the Blade of Thrandir and decide the fate of this universe.Make your own decisions.Do not be a slave to the paths of time."

"Furthermore,who do you serve?Who is Arawen?Some minor deity of death or another name for Yiyil,the Lady of Death and a Principal Power?If you serve her,rest assured,I know that you are one of those who serve the cause of Order and Nature and you can consider me a reluctant ally,for you fight Chaos.And here is a warning,beware the one called Majin,for he may call on one such as you.This is the warning of a Saiyan Prince.Heed it well.Now answer my question.Who do you serve?"

Wen Kian padded around to the front of Eystal,who got on his back,preparing to leave once they received the answer of the necromancer.The necromancer knew their power,and Wen Kian would definitely would destroy his castle if they were attacked again.

Azul was in pain. His love and his son were all that he had left. Now he had nothing...

The vampire looked up at this one known as Thar. Azul knew he had to be careful. there was something odd about Thar. He did seem to speak the truth, but how did he know that the two he showed him were in fact his lover and son? The only ones who knew about them being hidden there, were him and his wife.

Azul could also tell there was something odd about him. He was niether demon, nor vampire, or his senses were lying. Azul knew that he was also not human. They hated his kind. No...Thar was something new. He couldn't trust him.

He needed to act ignorant. He needed Thar to think that. "Who is responsible for this?" he asked. He fought back tears. He needed to be strong.

"A Demisayan prince by the name of Wen Kian my lord." responded Thar. "He has been sent here to kill you, by Itan."

Azul thought about this. Itan wanted him dead, he knew that. Perhaps Thar was telling the truth. He decided that he would have to trust him for now, but he would be careful. "Where is the bastard?" he asked glaring at Thar.

Thar chuckled in his mind.This was alomst too easy.Of course,Azul was an incredibly intelligent pawn,and he would have to work hard abd be vary cautious in weaving his web of trickery.He had detected Azul doubting parts of his story,but he slowly flowed over the psychic defences,like a termite entering through small cracks in concrete,leaving little images and memories,emotions here and there to trick Azul.Let him feign ignorance and have his doubts.In the long run,it truly did not matter.Thar just preferred it this way.Elegant and subtle,though just destroying everything and claiming the prize for himself did appeal.

Majin Thar was not only a powerful warrior but a powerful psychic.Azul was powerful in his own right,but to Majin Thar,he was like a boulder to a mountain.Thar left memories of Azul entrusting Thar to watch his child and wife,left little memories of Tahr supposedly fighting beside him.Thar was very thorough.He left the memories to be dormant,to activate only when Azul decided to remember them.Of course,Thar also planted seeds of doubt in the mind of his pawn.Let the vampire doubt,Thar would handle it when the time came and the memories he had planted had faded into nonexistence,as they were intended to.

"Lord Azul,Wen Kian is currently in the company of a Shadow Elf royal,the once called Eystal,a Priestess of Yaloth.Upon hearing of your vampire lineage,he saw it fit to destroy your people after he found out from a traitor of our kind,the temenggong of the village.I killed him and his family to avenge your wife and son's death.I hope what I did pleases you."

Telling the truth mixed with lies,Thar let the memories of what he had done to the Temenggong and his surviving family,now all dead,seep into Azul's mind.Azul looked visibly sickened and disgusted,reviled even,as he saw the temenggong's granddaughter being ripped apart and crushed by Thar.Yet a look of satisfaction played across his face when he saw the temenggong,with fear in his eyes,being killed slowly and painfully by Thar.

Thar grinned in his mind.The temenggong had been a loyal servant of the Vampire King,and a distant relation as well,a cousin thrice removed on Azul's mother's side.Now,his memory would be tainted,at least until the time came for the claiming of the Blade of Hate.He left inside Azul's mind a vague memory of a young,unknown mercenary training troops side by side with the other vampires,seen from a child's perspective,letting Azul believe that he had seen Thar as a boy.

"Wen Kian is in league with the accursed Itan,and Rokok has sworn to see every last vampire dead,to eradicate them.The fate of your people rests in your hands.I am sorry my Lord but I must leave.Business elsewhere calls me."

Leaping into the air,Thar flew towards a mountain range,accelerating and breaking the sound barrier and reaching a speed 4 times that of sound.Just the right speed to catch up with Rokok and work his deceit.

[Daemon Army]

In the wastelands near the castle of Eystal,the daemon host poured forth,Rokok in his ultimate form,a being of flame and molten metal,hotter than even a star,leading the Balrogs forward.The Balrogs were massive daemons of power,sourced from another place,another time,the most ancient of daemonkind,for it seemed they had been exiled there by some power.Their origin was cloaked in mystery,and not even Baruthuzel knew from whence they came.(OOC:Lord of the Rings Balrog).

Their power was immense,based on the manipulation of shadow and flame,with immense wings of shadow stretching from their backs.In their trail they left fear and terror,and to destroy one of them often required the sacrifice of a hero,for such creatures were they that even Rokok feared them,for among them were many that exceeded even his power.

They had come under the orders of Itan to destroy the castle of Eystal,to wipe her out once and for all,for she was a major impediment.With her destroyed,less opposition to Itan would remain.

Far above,hidden in the clouds,Majin Thar looked down.He slowly manipulated the Archdaemon Rokok's mind,planting falsehoods regarding Azul and Wen Kian.Rokok,as am archdaemon,did have great power,but his mind was an open book.That was his biggest weakness,that not many knew.He was totally vulnerable to psychic attacks.Of course,Thar had planted that knowledge in Azul.His web grew complex.

Rokok remembered as he had killed the Vampire King.Soon,there would be a reckoning with the Vampire King's son Azul.Already,the one who had formerly defeated him,Wen Kian,was now in league with that bastard,his ally and comrade.

They planned to strip Rokok of his power and status,to exile him to the Hellworld,where his brethren would sacrifice him as a Fallen One in the Pit of the Twisting Nether,located in the centre of the Hellworld and where not even the mightiest chose to go,for it was rumoured that here,Thrandir's Soul was said to be imprisoned.Many a Daemon Prince even,and one foolish god,Wthik,the God of Excess and Sin,had entered that foul place,foul even by the standards of daemons.None had ever come out,except the Void Emperor,Baruthuzel,who had come out in full view of all,screaming,even as tendrils of energy sought to pull him back in.His very cries,the purest agony and pain,the purest chaos and sin,had echoed throughout the Plane of Hell,reaching even the Middle Plane as hurricanes throughout the many worlds.To this day,not even Baruthuzel dared to go near that place,and any daemon,any disgrace daemon known as a Fallen One,one who suffered ultimate disgrace and utter defeat were exiled in the Plains of Hellpit,where all paths,no matter which direction,led to the Pit.

He would not suffer such a fate.Slowly summoning his magics,he planned to crush any opposition.The Vampire King had fallen before him in titanic battle.Azul his heir would do so as well.As would Wen Kian.

Smiling at the thoughts that crossed Rokok's mind,Thar disappeared,once again flying to the Far North,where he would wait.Of course,any villages or towns in his way would suffer his touch.Such a rampage that would start a war throughout the worlds,throughtout the Middle Plane.

And when Rovel's Peak,where the Blade of Hate,where Thrandir's Blade rested in the stone hands of his cursed body,was reached,he would be there.

Xcerus hoverd above them looking down upon them looking to his pet he began incanting waves of emotion flooded the two held by the touch of death showing them how they would die. It was the easiest way to remove the curse but by far a plesent one. Each now knew how they would die and that Xcerus would be at their end, they knew he was to live to see them die, but that it was not him who killed them. To say the name of their killer invited deamons into their soul.
Looking towards the warrior who had defeted him before he could react with magic Xcerus spoke with him.
"Arawen is the godess of the underworld, she keeps the dead safe in the lower levels of Midguard where they belong. However many have escaped, she calls upon her keepers if you will to retreive her lost children. We the inconicu are her keepers, the undead are her lost children. We are born knowing how and when we will die, we are not shown the intermediate of our lives but we know we are here to serve her. There are many of us who serve her in different ways. Deep below us are huge sumoning circles where the dead and damned are called upon to be returned to their rightful place in Arawens gardens. The Bonedancers tend to these sacred shrines. Then there are the guardians of the shrines and inconicu kindoms, the reavers. They are born with a vow to arawen, to serve and protect her people. Finally there are the necromancers, i am such a figure among my people, what we do we do not enjoy, however, when we use our powers we weeken the darkness around us by purifying and releasing it, turning it into harmless winds of magic. One day this world will be purged of the undead and so the inconicu may rest in peace. We will have the honnor of dining with Arawen and wathching life end, time end, hope end." The reavers stood aroudn them listening to Xcerus their grip tightening and loosening around the handles of their weapons.
"I have heard rumours of this blade from Arawen, she has told me what must be done, it must be destroyed. No one may touch it but a cursed warrior of arawen for only they may weild the blade and not be tainted. My pet is such a chosen champion."
At this the pet snaped up drawing its huge blade pinky red flames flickering down the lenth of the massive 2handed sword. Under the flames the metal was of the purest black and yet it still shimmerd and shined as the flames licked over its surface.
"If there is space i would request to join you, i had not realised that mortals had heard of the weapon. As such i will be seeking it. Should you not assist me in its destruction then i will remove you from the matter and that shall be the end of it."
Xcerus floated now closer to the ground as the reaver backed away dissapearing into the shadows as the whispers again grew louder.

"The Blade of Hate or Thrandir's Blade can be used for both good and bad.A choice will be made necromancer.If you wish to join us,so be it.Come with us to Eystal's palace then,Xcerus of the Inconicu.We will go as a company."said Wen Kian in the dim lighting of the room,his voice echoing in the mind of Xcerus.

Even this distant,Wen Kian suddenly felt enormous sparks of life being extinguished,by the thousands,slowly increasing,each a thousand souls dying at once,his Ki senses telling him only one thing.At each of those place,Majin Thar had been.

Without explanation,with a rightous fury born of the deaths of innocents,Wen Kian dissappeared in a flare of power,leaving Eystal,Aragiel and Xcerus in the room alone.

"I will be back" were the words that echoed throughout the room as Wen Kian changed to his normal form,speaking with his voice,as he sought to confront his mortal enemy.Majin Thar was a deceiver,one who wove threads of deceit and truth to his own ends.So soon,he had already started to sow havoc,letting the other races blame one another for the losses suffered.

Teleporting himself to the nearest location,he found himself hovering over a winter nightmare,a town of the Ulvur and Elves burning beneath him,even as their warriors,like ants from this height,rallied to a single point,where flashes of energy and a great melee betrayed the presence of one.

"MAJIN THAR!" was the cry that echoed through the valley,a cry dripping with pure hatred,with revulsion in every letter,with wrath in every echo of the valley walls.

[Town Sqaure)

Majin Thar looked up,ignoring the bullets bouncing off him,fired from a machine gun wielded by a dwarven mercenary,whom he promptly fired a bullet at,from his mouth,returning the favour.He heard a cry of pain as it impacted in the dwarves chest.The dwarf would survive.A pity.

Grinning like the Chesire cat,he flew up to the level of Wen Kian,towering above the Saiyan Prince,his crimson red frame of bulky muscle supported by an endoskeleton of advanced materials that powered him.He was a fusion of cymek and android,organic and technological in nature.

"Hello Wen Kian.What has it been?4 years?When I last saw you,I left behind a boy who could barely stand against me,who was rescued by the sacrifice of one of his cousins.He was a challe...."

His voice trailed off as Wen Kian delivered a Hadouken blast to his face."Shut up!" roared the Saiyan Prince as he launched into a volley of attacks,Majin Thar reflexively blocking the attacks,the sonic booms from their blow echoing across the valley as they landed,deflected,parried and blocked each others blows.With a roar,Wen Kian reared up and headbutted Majin Thar,sending him reeling before unleashing a Vegito Flash attack that blinded him,frying Thar's eyeballs before a massive Dual Gravity Kick,rippling the very gravity of the immediate area,caused by the sudden acceleration of Wen Kians dual kick to near light speed,sheathed in Ki energy,sent him flying into the rock face of the valley wall,causign an avalanche of snow,rock and melted war on top of him,burying him.

Without pause,Majin Thar regenerated before slamming into Wen Kian,flying out of his hole in the ground,just as Wen Kian powerd up to SSJ1.With blinding speed,the two continued to attack,Majin Thar unleashing hundreds of psychic blows upon Wen Kian,who shrugged them off,his incredible resistance to psychic attacks immediate,a legacy of his royal blood and his willpower,tapping into a psychic potential that he had not bothered to use before,using it to reflect some attacks.

Below,in the town,people could only look up as the two exchanged blow upon blow,the titanic forces unleashed in the form of heat energy,light,sound and shockwaves that knocked the down on the ground,the pressure waves passing over them to smash into glass,shattering it.

Density increased as one aproached the speed of light,as the laws of physics dictates.Similar physicals laws held firm in this reality,though they were twisted,bent abd broken more often due to the existence of magic.Wen Kian and Majin Thar were operating within these physical laws and approaching the speed of light,their blows increasingly matching each other as their density increased,rendering them very resistant to enormous amounts of physical force.

With an uppercut followed by a dual fist blow to the back,Wen Kian crashed into the ground,a cloud of soil and dust concealing his form from view.Thar waited for movement,for any sign of life,but there was none.

He was so dissapointed.He had expected more of a challenge from his nemesis,a Saiyan Prince no less.He felt,hollow,somehow.A hollow victory.Majin Thar was evil,but to have so easily defeated his mortal nemesis?Turning his back,he stalked off towards the town,where a glorious slaughter awaited him.

[Town Square]
Turning to face the few survivng warriors,Thar held an Ulvur warrior in his iron grip,slowly suffocating him,before an explosion and a roar from where Wen Kian had fallen tore through the night.Suddenly,a streak of gold tore through the night,freeing the Ulvur warrior from Thar's grip in the nick of time,just as Majin Thar was sent flying into a building,causing it to collapse and forming a heap of rubble on top of him.

In the dark night,the warriors fled from the village,taking furtive looks back at their saviour,who had stopped the crimson monster from further destroying the town and its people,entering the fight once again.He was golden haired and green-eyed,an aura of visible energy crackling with lightning encapsulating his body,taller by about 0.6-0.7 metres as well,with a visible muscle mass increase over when they had first seen him,faster as well.

Wen Kian stared out from furious eyes,his SSJ2 states pouring out enormous amounts of energy,enormous amounts of Ki that had begun to shift the ground beneath him,rocks rolling and crushing against one another.He had enough power to start an earthquake,his power visibly shifting.Using his newfound psychic abilities,tapping the potential of his blood,he lifted up the rubble before slamming it down repatedly into the ground,hammering Majin Thar into the crater that was slowly expanding and growing deeper,before piling on yet more debris.

In a sudden blast right at his feet,Majin Thar burst from the ground,having tunneled through the soil to reach Wen Kian.Gripping his feet,he attempted to pull him under,before Wen Kian fired a Kamehameha X10 Wave into him,blasting him through clear to the other side of the planet.The wave was visible from space as a flaring light,while in distant regions,minor earthquakes were felt as it ripped through the core of the planet and through tectonic plates,clear through to the other side.

Azul's mind was full of memories that he never knew he had. He saw Thar training warriors, he saw himself telling him to protect his family...how? Azul was now positive that it was a trick.

Thar had done an impressive job tampering with his mind, but he underestimated Azul. He was no fool. He would never trust a being other than a vampire to look after his family. He was about to start his quest for the blade again, when there was a sudden flash.

The ground exploded and Azul was thrown into the air as two great powers colided. Rocks and dust were tossed into the sky as the world continued to be abused. Azul hit the ground hard.

He groaned as he began to get up, but another blast shook the world and he was knocked back. The ground was no longer safe. He landed on his feet this time and leapt into the air as another explosion occured.

The vampire king now shot forward through the air towards the cause of this. He flew through the sky at amazing speed. After a short period of time, he reached a ruined village. People were looking up into the sky, but not at him. A figure hovered above the village glowing with rage in his eyes. Beneath him, was a gigantic hole in the ground.

"Such power..." he said to himself. "his man must be the one known as Wen Kian." he thought. "He may prove to be a challenge..." (he is assuming that Wen Kian is going to stand in his way)

Azul lowered himself to ground and into the village. People watched in awe as Wen Kian began to fire into the hole. He was distracted. This was the perfect time...

Azul pulled out his blade and walked to the nearest villager. "You my friend, are number 249." he whispered as he lifted his sword.

""Wha..." the man never finished his sentence. The Blade of Sould cut him in two. Azul watched as the dead man fell to the ground, his intestines releasing fluids and blood poured out of his viens. The Blade glowed an erie blue as he began his rampage.

Wen Kian bent over,panting heavily from his exertions,feeling his muscles strained beyond imagining.He was exhausted,exhausted beyond anything he had felt before.He looked at the hole where Majin Thar had been,saw in its depths,the darkness hiding anything that could be seen.

He heard a scarbbling to his right,but reacted too slowly.Majin Thar's body was elastic.As he had been blasted with unimaginable amounts of energy,he had sent his arm into a punch through the ground,getting a grip on a tree before his arm,stretching serpentinely,grabbed Wen Kian,pulling him and at the same time using him as a support to drag him from the cave grottoes found far beneath the surface.

Wen Kian felt the vice-like grip on him tighten,before feeling a sledgehamer blow that sent him flying,before landing into the ground and digging a deep furrow,a whole line of trees bringing him to a stop in a pool of melted soil,fused to glass,burning wood,melted rock and boiling water.

He got up,bleeding from numerous lacerations and feeling his bones,his left shoulder dislocated,a collarbone cracked,both ankles sprained.He had depleted nearly all his power in that blast,pouring everything he had into it,when he should have waited until he had attained at least SSJ3 before attempting that attack.Agony wracked his body as he attempted to stand,his constitution enabling to withstand pain that would have killed a baseline Chikujo human,what qualified as a "normal" human in his reality.Through bleary eyes,he saw Majin Thar walking unsteadily towards him,bruises and cuts all over his body,his head and jaws at unnatural angles to his body.Gritting his teeth,he walked towards Majin Thar,who was in a similar condition to him,having been slammed through several tectonic plates and the very core of the planet,a hyperdense ball of solid nickel and iron surround by molten iron.Magma dripped from him as he staggered towards his enemy.

In the blasted crater at the centre of the valley,Majin Thar stood straight.He had underestimated this nemesis.Through his one working eye,Majin Thar saw Wen Kian staggering towards him,unpowered,weakened by his exertions.Majin Thar needn't worry about death,for he could easily reassemble himself at the level of the plank(OOC:smallest conceivable unit;the level of theorised quantum foam/spacetime),making him virtually indestructible.Yet,he was too weak to resume his plans for now.He needed time to rest and regenerate.Slowly,a plan formed in his mind,a plan once carried out by a long-ago ancestor,Majin Buu.

As Wen Kian continued toward his nemesis,he saw him suddenly power up,a purple aura shifting to red then blue ,then towards a dead violet,before Majin Thar self-destructed in a cataclysmic explosion that ripped apart the fabric of the Middle Plane,for a brief moment allowing all 21 planes to mix together in an interface of dimensions and energies that was never meant to happen,amplifying the explosion to biblical power as they vied against each other.

It was all the Saiyan Prince could do to contain the explosion as he powered up again to SSJ2,his power flaring before through sheer will and psychic ability,calling upon the inner strength that was his to tap,the legacy of his ancestry from Trunks and Gohan,he summoned an energy barrier into being,the most powerful he had ever summoned,compressing the explosion that threatened to run out of control and consume all in its path,into a point smaller than a pinhead.Tendrils of energy lashed all around him as he briefly passed through the advanced states of his being,from SSJ1 to Ultra SSJ to SSJ2 to SSJ3 to SSJ4 to Mystic and briefly to Mystic SSJ and to his ultimate state, Black Star SSJ.Not that he knew it,not that he noticed it,for all his being was consumed in fighting the explosion,driven by the will of Majin Thar as he attempted to consume the Saiyan Prince in his own way,for he himself had ascended to his ultimate form,in his attempt to destroy the Saiyan Prince.

Majin Thar himself was caught in the colossal struggle,as he attempted to control the flow of energies from the various planes,knowledge gleaned from the minds of the many magicians he had killed or absorbed,gaining their powers,knowledge and memories.They were weak and he had only absorbed their minds,not their physical strength,for it would not have contributed much anyway.Slowly,he was beginning to weaken,as was his enemy.They both knew it.One had to give in soon,or both would be destroyed.

Finally,in an explosion of energy that rocked the valley,barely contained by Wen Kians energy barrier,its power cut off by Majin Thar,a release of energy so titanic that it caught even the gods on the highest planes off-guard with its psionic,magical and physical backwash and numerous other forms in the planes of existence,Wen Kian fell to the ground,leaving a deep imprint in the melted snow.

Majin Thar landed deep in the forest,a mere shade of himself,his energies depleted.Slowly,he pulled himself together,literally,at the quantum foam level.Within a matter of weeks,he would be whole again,restoring himself and bulking up,assimilating the knowledge he had gained.He chided himself,for foolishly tapping into sources he barely understood,not having time to fully understand this new energy,magic.Never mind,he would fight once again with Wen Kian,if he survived.Such a worthy enemy,a match to his power.Only through a twist of Fate had their deaths been averted.

Wen Kian himself fell into a void of despair and emptiness,on the very verge of death,images of his ancestors flashning before him,off his lost love.His physical husk was shattered,numerous bones broken and organs on the verge of failure.His mind was in fragments,his psychic powers barely allowing him to remain alive.His spirit and his life essence were weakened,having expended themselves throroughly.As he looked into the sky,his eyes slowly closing,staring through a red haze,he saw a shooting star flying across the heavens,an asteroid burning up in the atmosphere of the world."The sky looks beautiful" were his final thoughts as he sank into a sleep on the very edge of Death's Door,far away from home or family,alone in the wilderness.To any psychic or magical senses,he would be seen as good as dead,even as the spark of life within him,the last vestiges of his soul and life essence,hung on tenaciously.

Far away,in a heap of rubble,remained the lone survivor of the explosion,Azul.For when the fight between the two had started again,he had been just beginning his rampage,when the battle between the two had shattered the valley,the energies unleashed cascading and resonating within the valley.Azul was the Vampire King in all but name,and he possessed the means to survive,coupled with the fact that he had been at the very edges of the valley when the final explosion did occur.Most fortunately for him,he had been prepared for the psionic backwash,but it had still shocked him with its ferocity,threatening to overwhelm even his defences before it subsided,the psionic wave passing over him,decreasing in power as it traveled out of the valley.And most luckily for him as well,he had been in the shadow of the energy barrier,whic had absorbed most of the force of the explosion,the most important reason for his survival.Slowly,Azul arose from the rubble,his wounds already closing,to set his eyes upon the devastation before him.As far as he could see,the ground was shattered,plates of rock uplifted on many levels,the walls of the valley simply non-existent.The valley had been turned from a lush oasis in the freezing mountains into a bowl-shaped crater,with steep sloping sides.

OOC:planning to have Wen Kian suffer amnesia and unable to access his power as he doesn't remember how to or who he is.can one of u rescue him?he is suffering amnesia so he doesn't remember who he is or his purpose.Also,he will have to be nursed back to health.

Azul spat at the ground. The bastards...the filthy bastards. He was only able to kill 19 villagers. He had 220 to go. His body ached all over as his wounds began to heal. He walked through the rubble of the village. Twisted and burned bodies were everywhere. It made him think of the battle.

He shook his head. He didn't need to think about it now. He had work to do. He was lifted into the sky and he floated there, above the ruins thinking. He had certainly not seen the last of those two. He was sure of it.

He began to fly towards the direction of the final explosion. The valley was now just a smoking crater. Nothing but the three of them could have survived. He began to search for them.

He was unable to find his "friend" Thar, but he did find a wounded Wen Kian. He was lying on the ground not moving. Azul landed next to him. He began to read the demisayan's mind.

It was all crazy. Hectic in fact. Shattered memories of this Wen Kian, were slowly leaving him. He was practically dead. Azul was severly dissapointed. He had been hoping for a good fight. He shrugged and bgan to walk away, leaving the man lying on the ground.

He travelled through the night leaving the sayan and Thar in the back of his mind. Soon, the first rays of the sun appeared. Azul pulled his cloak over him and continued to walk to the next village.

It began to rain. It seemed that the gods were weaping for Wen Kian and the village. He found a cave and set camp there. It had been a rough night for him. He was tired and hungry. He wished he had gotten a "bite" at the village, but there was no use in wishing.

He layed down. His last thoughts before he went to sleep, were of his family. His wife...and his son. These thoughts depressed him, but he soon forgot about them, as he fell asleep.

Heaven was in an uproar.Imraz the Destroyer and Urash Khan the Bloody-Handed God along with numerous others,the Principals,the Elder God's of Yaloth and Uriz and even Uriz and Yaloth themselves,as well as the mortal representatives of the mortal peoples of the Middle Plane consulted each other,their minds blended as one.The mortals could barely comprehend the thoughts of the gods,or even of Uriz or Yaloth,who were present.

In Hellworld,Baruthuzel and the Great Chaos Powers convened as well as Daemon Princes convened,Baruthuzel even tentatively establishing a connection with Yaloth,the Preserver and Lord of Shadow,also the middleman between Uriz and Baruthuzel.

Paran of the Ulvur heard the words exchanged,could barely comprehend them himself.He had felt the energies,the backwash,the very unimaginable happening.A being who had brought the 21 Planes of Existence together at one moment,in a single place,and an opposing being who had stopped it.That explosion could rightfully have destroyed a god.Energies that could have destroyed a planet,energies as powerful as a star had flared for a billionth of a second on the Nexus World of Rond,where Thrandir's Blade was kept.The opposing being had been outputing enough power to destroy a star in his final stage,using the power to contain the explosion,before the being who had triggered the explosion in the first place had let it subside,ceasing his warping of reality.

All had felt the backwash.The Highmen and beings of the High Planes were wary,as were those of the Lower Planes.In the Pit of the Twisting Nether,a powerful hunger watch eagerly,Thrandir's Soul seeking escape.

Arawen and Yiyil stood side by side,both deities of Death,Tyil the Lord of Time looking on,their majestic forms obscured from view by assembled angels and the souls of mortals who had been called to represent those of the Middle Plane.

Something stronger than even the Lords of Creation was defying the Natural Order,something outside,and it could only be one thing,the Creator of Uriz,Allah,who could shape existence beyond even the child of its thought.The soul of the Emissary,as the being was called,was on Death's Doorstep,yet Allah embraced it,prevented it from going further,interfering directly with the authority of Rahamt,Yiyil and Arawen,its authority exceeding even theirs,for as they were in power drops in the ocean to the might of Uriz,so was Uriz but a sliver in a block that was Allah.

Paran knew only one thing.The Blade of Hate had given a call,many had answered,even from beyond his universe.All were approaching a nexus moment on Rond,where Thrandir's Blade rested,a nexus moment of time where not even the Lords of Creation could see ahead,such was the power of the moment.They could only watch and wait.

[Pit of the Twisting Nether]
Within the pit,a tendril of awareness escaped from a crack,surging through it before it resealed.It traveled through portals of power,through the many planes until it reached the Middle Plane.

Thrandir's Seed,a mote of his soul,sought a host.One of evil,that would work with it.Through the eyes of a man about to die,it saw the Vampire King.

In the beginning,when Thrandir had forged his blade,in his journeys he had come across Liliath,the Mother of All Vampires and Great Chaos Power.In his might,he had taken what he sought.He raped her.And of that rape came the royal line of the Vampire King,cursed by Liliath,the unwilling mother of the first Vampire King,Ryouthen,direct male descendant from whose line Azul came.Thrandir had been a Highman and Demigod who had sought to take on the Helm of Supreme Godship,to depose the 3 Lords of Creation and take their place.The Rape of Liliath,daughter of the mind of Baruthuze,was but one of his many sins that had damned him.l

Thrandir saw the resemblance of his distant descendant.How very like a Vampire King.Royal and bloodthirsty.Very much like him.With a powerful sword no less,and a drive,to see the rise of the Vampire Kingdom,his Chosen People,the Cursed Ones.Yes,he would see them ascend as was the right of one of his blood.

Thrandir's Seed was but a mote of his soul,yet it contained enough power to make one easily a match for a Daemon Prince.Thrandir's Seed had found a host,one of his blood.The Vampire King Azul would do.

Eystal, Aragiel and Xcerus left the necromancer's palace, and Eystal stood summoning the Storm Gate.

"Wait," she said. The others stopped.

"Something has gone... wrong. Power is... changing." Eystal seemed to be unsure, the first time Aragiel had ever seen her so. "What is it, Eystal?" she asked.

"Imbalance, at the very heart of things..." she trailed off. Then suddenly, she stiffened and said very clearly:

"Thrandir is coming home."

Eystal later summoned the Storm Gate again, but Aragiel thought that her mistress seemed somehow lost. After her announcement, Eystal had gone glassy-eyed in deep thought.

When they arrived at the Palace, all Aragiel could see was devastation. An army had been destroyed, but by what she could not tell. She smelt the tell-tale scent of Balrogs, but they seemed to be long gone.

"What... what happened here?"

"They wanted me," Eystal answered drearily. "They thought to catch me here, unprepared. They still don't know what I am. Instead, they found... someone else."

"You mean... you can't mean Wen Kian?"

"I do. What does it matter? In any case, Aragiel, I have no further need for you. Your debt is paid. You can go, now."

"What do you mean? Where can I go?"

"I do not know. I will need time to collect my thoughts, and I believe I will need Xcerus. But where we are going, what we are doing, you cannot come. Goodbye, Aragiel."

Saying this, she beckoned to the necromancer, and they walked into the palace, leaving the amazon outside. Aragiel walked, unable to believe what she had just been told. What was even harder to believe was how much it hurt that Wen Kian had gone.

She wandered for a time, and found several unarmed corpses. Looking closer, she saw distinct marks, marks she recognised. In her long tenure as Eystal's bodyguard, she had had much time to look through Eystal's collection of books, including beastiaries and occult works. She knew that what she was looking at were marks of a vampire. A vampire had been here at the time of the battle, but must have left along with the Balrogs and whoever had led the army.

A sudden noise to her right made her pause. Taking hold of her spear, she spun, looked down and saw Wen Kian. Alive.

sOOC:Wen Kian was fighting Thar in a totally different place Enn.Please edit your post.He was in a valley in a distant mountain range

Nobody has attacked the palace yet.I was kind of orchestrating a showdown between the daemon army led by Rokok and Itan,and a 3 way fight coming in with Azul,powered up with Thrandir's Seed,having the power of daemon prince.

Wen Kian is currently on the verge of death in a valley in the Far North,a few leagues from Xcerus's castle.

I am sorry,but I'm ignoring the above post unless edited.

Oh yah,Wen Kian is the Emissary,but his purpose is very different than what u think it is.He is not going to claim the Thrandir Blade.that's all I'll reveal.

Rokok screamed his battle cry as around him surged hundreds upon thousands of undead.Earlier,he had felt the minor quakes that shook the ground,as well as a faint wave of psionic energy brushing his mind,coming from the north,as well as a light breeze,speaking of a familiar scent,one he coudn't quite identify.

Behind him,Balrogs glided towards the castle of Eystal,the Tothir Keep.Around them were arrayed gargoyles and imps,as well as numerous Greater Daemons in their train,with vast hordes of undead surging forth,skeleton mages and skeleton warriors chittering,a tree of spears behind them.At the front,on 4 legs,was the Daemon Prince Itan.

On the castle walls,the desperate Shadow Elf amazon guards rallied,bringing their long bows to bear as well as the numerous cannon recently installed by the dwarven engineers hired to upgrade Tothir Keep,its thick stone walls now reinforced by some manner of metal that was stronger even than diamond.Before them was a sight that made them lose hope.A full daemonic host had come forth from gigantic portals,pouring out of Hellworld to destroy Eystal once and for all,led by Itan.

The Castle Guard did not know where their mistress had disappeared too,and they desperately tried to contact her,sending magical summons of aid to any Shadow Elf communities within reach as well,to summon even the Blood Elves to war.Daemonkind was once again attempting to overrun the Middle Plane,in particular the world of Rond.

The arrows flew fast and thick,as the cannons of the castle wall spoke,blasting the horde with explosive and incendiary shells,setting them alight and clearing away large parts of the horde.Yet,for every member of the daemonhost that fell,90 took their place.Only by the power of Eystal would they survive,and even then,they required aid,for a Daemon Prince was present.Itan was the most notorious of all,for he spared none,killing all who stood in his path,his ruthlesness legendary in the Daemon and Vampire War,his magical and combative abilities exceeding even all but the most powerful of the Zanthal.

Into these conditions emerged Eystal,Aragiel and Xcerus from the Storm Gate,with Tothir Keep under siege.

[Valley]

Wen Kian was slowly covered by snow.Slowly,a form took shape above him,collecting itelf from a fog into a solid being.

Imraz looked down at the Emissary.As he looked closer at him,the snow slowly falling onto the prone body on the ground,Imraz disappeared once again,satisfied.

The fate of 2 universes was to be decided,this one by the Thrandir Blade,the other,from whence the Emissary came,would be decided by the emissary itself.For if his reality were to be destroyed,so would this one.The same held true for this reality,for the Emissary's home universe would be destroyed if the megaverse he currently inhabited were to fall.

The one who claimed the Thrandir Blade and mastered it would decide the fate of this reality.The Emissary however,would take a very different path once that blade was claimed by others.For the Emissary would take the darkest and hardest path of all.The Blade of Hate would not be claimed by the Emissary.

That was all that could be seen,even as Arawen sent visions of this to her many servants,as Yaloth sent to his many priestesses.The Emissary would tread the darkest path.The Emissary was to face Thrandir's Fate.

Xcerus pets eyes began to shimmer chaning colours all the time never keeping to one. The shade of xcerus looked worried he had seen this in the deathsight. So many undead in one place did not bode well.
Looking about him he saw total devistation, armies lying in ruin.
"We must summon fourth the reaver army, there are too many undead in this place for me alone to destroy."
He looked at Eystal with a pleeding look in his eye, one that was often seen in those on death's door, Xcerus knew his time may be up.
"Please you must reopen the storm gate and allow my army to come here."
He looked about in total panic as visions of his death surged through his body racking him with pain. Then all of a sudden his pet crumbled and died, the voice of arawen booming down upon him.

*Xcerus, you are my chosen champion, for thousands of years you have served me well. Do not fail me now, for while your time may soon be at an end it is not untill the battle is over, you know you fait. Never fear death for you are my chosen, you are my beloved, you are Inconicu!*
At that a huge arc of lightning lit the sky before surging towards the ground and earthing through Xcerus lifting him up into the sky, the rain pouring down upon him and yet he did not seam to become wet.

"ARAWEN NE IMPELICUS!" Xcerus roared - Two huge glowing eyes shined above him searching then they ffound him and looked into his soul, finding it pure the spell was completed, he turned into shade form and his pet returned it armour glistening in the rain, eyes glowing with firey anger.
Looking around him he felt his power grow - he leeched the energy of the dark necromancers bending it to his will he caste an orb of protection around Eystal. Any undead that touched her would crumble to dust such was its power the dark vortex swirled around Eystal protecting her until Xcerus' death. Xcerus now knew that he would be a shade till he died, he knew that only if his pet died would his time on this planet be ended.

Azul was plagued with terrible nightmares. In his dreams, he saw a woman screaming as she was raped by...him. Azul tried to stop, but he couldn't. He was unable to control himself. He was terrified.

There was a sudden flash and in his hands was a great blade. One powerful enough to destory the gods...

All around him was fire and blood. In front of Azul, were (I think) the three gods of the planes. They were breathing heavily and were injured terribly. Azul heard himself laugh as he raised his new blade, about to kill the gods, when there was an explosion.

Another figure, with a blinding light coming from their body appeared in front of Azul. It was allah. Azul felt even more terrified. He swung his blade at the new figure, who simpily grabbed it. Azul could now feel his arms slowly growing stiff. He looked in amazement as they turned to stone.

He tried to run, but it was no use. He was already gone. There was nothing he could do to save himself. Azul was thrown into darkness...

Azul woke up screaming. He was sweating terribly and he felt sick. His head was pounding and his whole body was shaking. He breathed in, and out, trying to calm himself down. What was the dream about? He wasn't sure, but it had terrified him. He saw the woman screaming again. Her face was burned into his mind.

She seemed familiar to him. He remembered seeing her before in books and scrolls. She was the vampire god, Liliath. He shivered when he realized this. He remembered reading about her when he was just a child. He read about how she created the first vampires...

Apparently, the king Thrandir has found this young woman and being a sick and twisted bastard, he raped her. He had no idea that she was the daughter of the god Barathuziel. Thrandir was the father of the vampire king blood line. He was Azul's oldest known relative.

Azul realized then in horror that he had seen throught the eyes of Thrandir as he raped Liliath, and dared to fight the gods.

A figure stepped out from the shadows. It was Azucrot. He looked at his son with disgust. "And so it begins." he said out loud.

Azul looked up to see the aparation. "What are you talking about he asked.

Azucrot sighed. "Azul, there was a prophecy that a there would be a great and powerful vampire. One who would make the gods squirm. He would have the power of every living being, and the heart of a killer. He would lead our people into their darkest hour though, instead of brining us power. You see, the chosen one is supposed to..." he trailed off.

"What? What is supposed to happen?"

Azucrot sighed again, "You are the next host for the soul of Thrandir. You are going to become him."

Azul stared at him in horror.

"Son, there is only one way to possibly stop this from happening. You must finish your quest for the Blade of Souls soon. When it has reached its true potential, you will have the power over all souls that have died. When you have completed this task, you can stop thrandir from becoming you, but it will not last forever. The gods will oppose you and will surely kill you." he said. "You must find the Blade of Hate, so you shall be unstoppable. With it, you can change the very fabric of this world. You can bring back the dead if you wish. That is why I have sent you on this quest. So you may bring forth a great age for our people."

Azul looked at his father. "How much time do I have left?" he asked.

"I don't know, you must hurry..." and with that, Azucrit dissapeared in a cloud of dust...

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Azul walked in the sun towards the next town. He needed to move fast. He realized that his time was running out.

The vampire soon came to a hill. He climbed it and when he reached the top, he saw his target. People were doing what they always did, buy food, talk to friends, and work. Azul would make sure they died painfully.

He let out a war cry as he charged at the village. People looked up to see him. They did not worry, they did not grow uneasy, they didn't run. That would be the last mistake they ever made...

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Azul left the town with a smile. He now only needed 59 more kills. His sword was almost complete. He was almost free. He suddenly stopped. He couldn't move. He struggled with an unseen force. Azul was fighting a losing battle. The vampire suddenly felt his arm move on its own. He felt an intruder inside of him. Thrandir had made his move.

He tried to stop this monster from taking control of him, but it was useless. He was thrown into the same darkness in his dream...



Thrandir stretched "his" arms. He was now alive again. He had his own body and he could cause chaos once more. He began to laugh.



In the darkness, Azul heard a familiar voice. It was that of his wife, Marian. "Azul..." she said in a sad voice.

The vampire tried to answer but was unable to. He was trying to scream, but he could only scream in his mind. He was in hell.

"Azul...fight him...you have to fight him. You must survive."

Azul gave out a sudden cry. He could see light as he was slowly taking back his body. He was going to make it. Azul, the last of his blood line, would not fall to some bastard.


Thrandir gave out a yelp as he was slowly pushed back into the darkness he hated. "No damn it! I will have this body! I will rule over you!"

"Like hell, you will. GET OUT OF ME!" yelled Azul as he entered his body once more. Thrandir was pushed out of him and into the pit. As he fell, he realized now, that this would be a lot tougher than he first imagined.

Thrandir stood his ground.He felt proud that one of his blood had such determination,such rage,such willpower.Yet,he would succumb to his offer.The young one Azul misunderstood,and the spirit of his father,Azucroft,was interfering,feeding the boy lies.

Thrandir would see the Vampire race strong once again,to see it reign supreme over the Middle Plane and beyond.To do that,they had to have a strong king.Thrandir was offering this young whelp the power of a daemon prince,the chance to sate his revenge,to avenge his family,to destroy the daemons and rule the Middle Plane.

Clearly,he misunderstood.Furthermore,Thrandir had misrepresented himself.He should have asked permission to meld with Azul.Of course,Azul' personality would be dominant.It was the only way Azul could match the powers of the strange creature that had lied to him and driven him to attempt to fight this other stranger,far beyond the power of Azul.

It was the only way he could even begin to fathom fighting Itan.

"Azul,my descendant,you know the story.You are of my blood.You are of my lineage.Let me join with you,let me give you a gift.The power of a daemon prince.I harbour no intentions other than seeing one of my blood rise.You know I speak the truth."

Thrandir knew his time was past.Rather,he would empower his descendants and let them rule rather than face the gods or even Alah again.A million years in the Pit of the Twisting Nether allowed one to gain wisdom,especially after consuming so many daemon princes.If Azul did succeed in claiming the blade from Rovel's Peak,a fusion of him with Azul would occur,if Azul so willed it.If not,he would still give his power to him.Better to lose your power to one of the family than let some stranger claim it.

His voice reaching into the mind of Azul,even as he slept,Thrandir slowly let his essence seep into Azul.Even if he did not want the power,Thrandir would force it down his throat.He had to be strong,if Thrandir ever had any hope of being free again.Slowly,Azul's blood burned,the royal blood within him increasing in potency,even as the forces of magic around him grew stronger,his subconscious mind manipulating it,testing its new powers,equivalent to that of a daemon prince.

Thrandir's Seed would extinguish itself it the act,unable to meld with the unwilling mind of its last living descendant,but it would be damned if it did not give Azul the power first.

[Valley of Wirt]

Wen Kian was in a rather difficult place to describe.Rather it was a nothingness he was floating in,and around him were gathered faint figures,his many ancestors.Slowly,from among them came a proud hooded figure,a familiar aura around it.

Vegita looked at his descendant.One who had nearly destroyed the greatest Majin yet.One who had attained the mythical powers of the Black Star SSJ,one of the only 2 to do so,the other being Wen Kian's cousin.

"Get up!A Saiyan Prince let's no injuries deter him.Wen Kian,you are of royal blood,one among many of my descendants.It has taken much effort to come to this place and time,and all of us have only a little time here before we must leave.Don't make this effort in vain.Now,GET UP!No surrender to the pain,don't give in to it."

The mound of snow that covered his body started to shift,as faint movement stirred within the mound of ice.Slowly,something took control of his mind,and with the final vestiges of psychic and magical power,throughout the planet of Rond,throughout the Middle Plane,a psionic and magical scream was heard,piercing the veils of all.With some final focus,Wen Kian sent the call of distress to any who were familiar,Eystal,Xcerus,Aragiel,anyone.

With a faint gasp,Wen Kian looked into the night sky through frozen blood that covered his eyes.He closed them,slowly slipping into death,his injuries too great to endure any longer.He was 5 hours from death.Slowly,his body temperature dropped,his heartbeat decreasing with every passing hour,unable to feel pain,a numbing cold spreading from his very mind in slow tendrils through his body.

[Majin Thar]
He heard the scream and a wide grin covered his features.His physical body now consisted of at least part of an eye,which could fly around and see,for now the seat of his shade.If any looked at him,all they could see was a faint fog.

Majin Thar had succeeded.The threat of Wen Kian was ended.The Saiyan Prince was dead.Now,he had to deal with the rest of the demisaiyans when he returned home.The other here were to prove no problem.At least,once he regenerated his physical body.

"It is time."

Eystal spoke calmly to Xcerus and the hordes of undead.

"I have hidden my power for long enough. You all think me a simple priestess of Yaloth. You are fools. Aragiel is gone because I would not harm such as her. Xcerus, in your current form you are also immune. Behold."

She stood facing the army against her.

"The avatar of Yaloth revealed."

Saying this, she... blossomed. Eystal shed her mortal frame that had long been hiding her true form, Yaloth personified. All who saw her fled in terror. She turned her eyes, creating lightning bolts wherever she looked. Even the Balrogs ran. Then she turned to the leader of the hellish army.

"Rokok, you thought yourself a greater power than I. Now you see my true form. Run, or the balance - my balance - will destroy you. Baruthuzel will not support you in this battle. Only those under the direct and complete protection of a god can hope to challenge me. I will give you 5 seconds to make up your mind."

Rokok fled immediately.

In a secluded corner of the battlefield, protected from Eystal's transformation, Aragiel knelt over Wen Kian's prostrate body. Nervously, she tried to make him return to conciousness, and was finally rewarded with him opening his eyes.

"Wen Kian, are you alright? What happened?"

He looked confused, which only increased Aragiel's anxiety.

"Wen Kian, what happened? Eystal's gone off with the necromancer, left us behind. She thinks that you are dead. Come on, we need to get moving. If she sees you alive, she might take us in again. Come on, get up!"

He stayed sitting, with a confused look on his face. Finally he spoke:

"Where am I, and who are you?"

sOOC:Wen Kian was fighting Thar in a totally different place Enn.Please edit your post.He was in a valley in a distant mountain range

Nobody has attacked the palace yet.I was kind of orchestrating a showdown between the daemon army led by Rokok and Itan,and a 3 way fight coming in with Azul,powered up with Thrandir's Seed,having the power of daemon prince.

Wen Kian is currently on the verge of death in a valley in the Far North,a few leagues from Xcerus's castle.

I am sorry,but I'm ignoring the above post unless edited.

Oh yah,Wen Kian is the Emissary,but his purpose is very different than what u think it is.He is not going to claim the Thrandir Blade.that's all I'll reveal.


Eystal later summoned the Storm Gate again, but Aragiel thought that her mistress seemed somehow lost. After her announcement, Eystal had gone glassy-eyed in deep thought.

When they arrived at the Palace, all Aragiel could see was devastation. An army had been destroyed, but by what she could not tell. She smelt the tell-tale scent of Balrogs, but they seemed to be long gone.

"What... what happened here?"

"They wanted me," Eystal answered drearily. "They thought to catch me here, unprepared. They still don't know what I am. Instead, they found... someone else."

"You mean... you can't mean Wen Kian?"

"I do. What does it matter? In any case, Aragiel, I have no further need for you. Your debt is paid. You can go, now."

"What do you mean? Where can I go?"

"I do not know. I will need time to collect my thoughts, and I believe I will need Xcerus. But where we are going, what we are doing, you cannot come. Goodbye, Aragiel."

Saying this, she beckoned to the necromancer, and they walked into the palace, leaving the amazon outside. Aragiel walked, unable to believe what she had just been told. What was even harder to believe was how much it hurt that Wen Kian had gone.

She wandered for a time, and found several unarmed corpses. Looking closer, she saw distinct marks, marks she recognised. In her long tenure as Eystal's bodyguard, she had had much time to look through Eystal's collection of books, including beastiaries and occult works. She knew that what she was looking at were marks of a vampire. A vampire had been here at the time of the battle, but must have left along with the Balrogs and whoever had led the army.

A sudden noise to her right made her pause. Taking hold of her spear, she spun, looked down and saw Wen Kian. Alive.

HE IS IN A TOTALLY DIFFERENT PLACE!HE IS IN A DAMN VALLEY IN THE BLOODY FAR NORTH!

sorry,but I posted that earlier.I'm not budging from that position in the story.oh,and in case you didn't see this!

[Valley of Wirt]

Wen Kian was in a rather difficult place to describe.Rather it was a nothingness he was floating in,and around him were gathered faint figures,his many ancestors.Slowly,from among them came a proud hooded figure,a familiar aura around it.

Vegita looked at his descendant.One who had nearly destroyed the greatest Majin yet.One who had attained the mythical powers of the Black Star SSJ,one of the only 2 to do so,the other being Wen Kian's cousin.

"Get up!A Saiyan Prince let's no injuries deter him.Wen Kian,you are of royal blood,one among many of my descendants.It has taken much effort to come to this place and time,and all of us have only a little time here before we must leave.Don't make this effort in vain.Now,GET UP!No surrender to the pain,don't give in to it."

The mound of snow that covered his body started to shift,as faint movement stirred within the mound of ice.Slowly,something took control of his mind,and with the final vestiges of psychic and magical power,throughout the planet of Rond,throughout the Middle Plane,a psionic and magical scream was heard,piercing the veils of all.With some final focus,Wen Kian sent the call of distress to any who were familiar,Eystal,Xcerus,Aragiel,anyone.

With a faint gasp,Wen Kian looked into the night sky through frozen blood that covered his eyes.He closed them,slowly slipping into death,his injuries too great to endure any longer.He was 5 hours from death.Slowly,his body temperature dropped,his heartbeat decreasing with every passing hour,unable to feel pain,a numbing cold spreading from his very mind in slow tendrils through his body.

please read it next time.he is basically awaitint rescue and on the verge of death in some god damned valley somewhere near Xcerus's castle.

The reavers had been searching an area near their great castle seeking out a disturbance that had been reported. 13 of them marched at double pace scouring the deep vallys as they marched along the peaks, with their deathsight they could see a soul leeking into the abiss - moving towards the source of light they saw a figure lying on the ground dying, heaving him off the ground 2 inconucu egan to carrie him back to the castle with 3 watchers guarding them - the remaing 8 resumed the patrol.

As the undead fled before them Xcerus began casting spells through his pet, a great surge of power rippled through him and into his pets sword - the pet focused upon a fleeing balrog and launched the doom bolt. The balrog folded in on itself falling in a ball of orange glowing enregy as its soul was purged and relsease to Arawen.
Xcerus roared casting a power tap on a nearby fallen skelitan he drained its soul utilising it to restore his own mana pool, again he targeted a fleeing balrog firing another orange bolt of energy.

As the daemon host fled before the power of Eystal,descendant of Avatar of Yaloth,Eystal of the Shadow Elves showing her true divine power,a column of flame landed in the midst of the daemon host,a Soulnado that disintegrated hundreds upon hundreds of daemons each second as they retreated to the portals leading to Hell.Itan,upon seeing such power,decided that now was the best time for a tactical withdrawal.Within a matter of minutes,the last daemons had entered the rapidly closing portal,even as Urash Khan himself,the Bloody-Handed God,swept through their ranks,his molten blood flowing through his temporary physical body.

Marching through the tide of retreating demonkind,Urash Khan simply swept them aside.He had a message to deliver to his distant cousin,she who had the blood of Yaloth,his father,flowing in her veins.As the last daemons dissppeared,the portal collapsing in on itself in a minor flare of light,he reached Eystal,here energies not affecting him.

In a rumbling,gravelly voice,his giant frame,large as a Balrog,stood before the demigod Eystal.

"Cousin,my father Yaloth sends me to give you a message.The balance will be maintained.He will not intervene in this conflict,approaching the neus moment.Neither the Young Gods,the Principal Powers,the Elder Gods,the Great Chaos Powers and other demigods will not intervene either.Neither will Baruthuzel or Uriz.Me,Imraz and Theval will ensure that.No aid can you expect from the Higher Planes.Neither can you expect more forces from the Lower Planes or Hell.Itan and his ilk will be left for you to handle.They have been bared from ever entering Hell again,unless through Death."

Eystal stared at him,her eyes flaring as she slowly understood.Her ancestor Yaloth himself was watching over her,but would not intervene.The light of Eystal continued to shine,blinding her elven guardswomen.

"The Lords of Creation will watch and wait.Beyond the nexus moment that approached at Rovel's Peak,they cannot see.A part of Thrandir has escaped the Hellpit,but has extinguished itself,giving its power to Azul.Use your power wisely cousin.My father bids you beware the nemesis of the Emissary.The Majin has yet a part to play in the salvation of this reality.My father Yaloth's avatar as well as those of the other Lords of Creation will not come forth.Remember your heritage,you are only a demigod,but you are descended from Yaloth,when Yaloth's Avatar first walked the Middle Plane and seeded it with descendants.Do not disrupt the balance.Theval the Black Angel,Imraz the Destroyer and I,Urash Khan the Great Khan will watch."

Slowly,Urash Khan faded.There were many underlying messages to Eystal as well,hidden witin the folds of the original message,understandable only by a demigod.

OOC:honestly guys,lets not roleplay gods too much or introduce them into the story too much.They are gods after all,and are basically beings beyond the understanding of mortals,unless they be demigods,immortals or the high priests of that said god.

I am going to ignore Eystal as Yaloth's Avatar.Yaloth is a Lord of Creation and is highest of the high,basically,in very mysterious and barely understandable ways maintaining an equilibrium.I will however see her as a demigod,a Shadow Elf demigod of divine blood descended from Yaloth.I hope that's ok,it keeps the story's flow smooth,a bit more realistic and reasonable.

Wen Kian lunged through the space in his mind.He only remembered a name,a strange looking woman calling him by his name,images of what he presumed were people he knew calling him that.

He saw strange looking...things,carrying him,floating in and out out consciousness as he was.He saw ice in front of him,a castle.Where was he?Who was he?He knew his name,but nothing else.Fragments,a lobr,whirling and twirling in the darkness,figures,fighting,but nothing else.

Who was he?Even this near death,he screamed in his mind,fragments,shattered images flying,bleeding,breakng out.Then there was silence.

He awoke to find himself in a strange room,strange fields surrounding him,dim motes of light floating around the room as if by magic.We was in a cool room,the sensation prickling his skin.He tried to speak,he tried to move,but nothing happened.Where was he?Dull pain and aches resonated and pulsed throughout his body.


Xcerus lookd at the prone man,floating above the floor,surroundd by mana shields and all sorts of protective charms.Wen Kian shouldn't be alive at all.He shook his head,amazed.It was a miracle that he had survived that long.He had told Aragiel to wait outside once he had cleaned up Wen Kian and made him presentable enough for viewing.The state they had foun him in,to say the least,was horrendous.Broken bones,now slowly being mended,psychic whiplashes of energy,his death throes,near failure of all vital organs,life essence essentially leaking out of him,a mind so fragmented that he dared not touch it,for fear of harming his patient,and possibly himself as well.

He had been found by a patrol of reavers in the Valley of Wirt,several leagues north of here,where the great energies had come from earlier,when Wen Kian and Majin Thar had fought.He had lost over 75% of his body's blood and it had frozen around him,frozen over his eyes,frosting over in a thin film that had cracked as his reavers freed him from it.

Now,his bones were slowly mending,magics flowing through him,aiding the process.Any more magics and his life essence would have dissolved into it.With Ki,he could have healed himself,but he had no memory of his skills,no memory at all of his childhood,of recent events,only his name.

OOC: I hate these forums. I wrote a rather long post yesterday, which then completely failed to materialise here. In any case, I'm sorry for earlier stuffing up the storyline. My bad. I misread one of your posts.

IC: Aragiel cried silently as she and Xcerus examined Wen Kian.

"I don't understand. What happened?" she asked tearfully.

"He fought something bigger then him. More powerful." Xcerus stated quietly.

"But how is he even alive? How is he healing? He can't be the full human he appears to be. By rights, he should be dead."

Aragiel turned, and left the room. She sat in thought outside of the chamber.

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Eystal didn't care. She had bigger things to deal with than someone who simply refused to die. The demigod had to work out how to stop this 'Azul' Urash Khan had spoken of. Thrandir incarnate. How was it even possible?

Nevertheless, she would have to deal with it. She had long ago vowed to prevent the Blade being used again, saying this to Yaloth himself. If Yaloth would not get involved now, then she would simply continue until her work was done.

She just hoped that Arawen would look after Xcerus, because if the necromancer couldn't hold his own against a threat to his God, then he was better off completely out of the way.

[Forest of Rwqil]

Majin Thar felt the great evil hunger extinguish its awareness.He now had a head.One of his greatest powers as a Majin was regeneration,absroption of foes,his psychic powers,his unlimited energy stores as an android and finally his link to a force,not an entity,but a very force of nature that spread in many forms throughout the universe,the reality where he came from.This entirely separate universe,with is own planes,did not have the Majin force,but he did however have a link to this force of nature,as he so saw it.A thread that stretched from his home reality to this.One only became a Majin when they chose to totally embrace the evil in their hearts,making them stronger in the process.

Thar had barely survived as it was from that last fight,yet now he thought his greatest enemy was dead,or at least decommisioned for a very long time.By the laws of the life story of Wen Kian,he would either die or he would recover.And if he recovered,Majin Thar feared for his life.For a saiyan,demisaiyans for that matter,grew stronger after near death experiences,or being resurrected.Such was their ability.He had seen his ultimate power,the Black Star SSJ state,enough power being output to destroy a star.Only with magics barely under his control and his warping of realities and energies had Thar staved him off,barely surviving himself.

He had embraced the Majin force long ago and became a Majin,which also allowed him to detect evil.The Majin basically allowed one to access the full evil of one heart,all the latent darkness within,though it could be overcome,as Majin Vegeta,Wen Kian's ancestor,had proven.As had Majin Buu.

He detected the great evil of Thrandir as it escaped,as it found Azul and forced its power down his throat,so to speak.It extinguished itself,its very awareness,to give the gift of power,the power of a daemon prince,to Azul.Azul was still his own,possessed in no way,but having the power of a daemon prince now,an even match for any demigod.Imagine if Azul,with his power,accepted the offer of the Majin,became a Majin himself,unlocked all the latent evil within him,fully embracing his darkness,eliminating all feelings of love,compassion or altruism from his character.Majin Azul would exceed even Majin Thar himself,yet retain his free will.

A Majin could not kill another Majin,though through sheer will of force,they could overcome that barrier,as again Majin Vegeta and Majin Buu had proved,so long ago,over 10 generations.Yes,the risk was worth it,he would offer Azul the gift of Majin,to embrace,totally and utterly his inner darkness.They had similar goals,though Majin Thar would not reveal his.The future Majin Azul could rule this reality,while he ruled his.Of course,he did not necessarily need the Thrandir Blade to rule his reality,though it would expedite his goal.

As soon as he was whole again,he would seek Azul,offer him the power of the Majin,then destroy Wen Kian,in a final confrontation that would shatter the threat to his rule,and perhaps the very Middle Plane as well.

Xcerus looked the figure over - he should have let him die, but the fact that he was still living after taking such punishment that htis was not his time. Looking around he saw the slumped over figure of Aragiel sobbing in the shadows. He smiled to himself, perhaps her will is keeping him alive. He washed that thought from his mind instantly for it was a foolish thought.
"Aragiel, please you must excuse me. There are things I must attend to, he is recovering slowly, our magic will restore him in time. Please child, rest."
At that Xcerus left the room walking down the great halls deeper and deeper into the lower chambers of the great inconicu castle. Then he came to a great silver laced door, taking a small emerald carved in the image of an oak leaf from around his neck he placed it into a slot, it clunked in perfectly and the magic runes that sealed the door opened allowing Xcerus and Xcerus alone access.
He walked in and saw the great armour of the most honnerd reaver of time gone, Sholanar the sould harvester. Looking at the stairs leading down to the crypt below Xcerus shudders what what he was about to do. Offering a quick prayer of forgiveness asking the souls pardon for reawakening it from the garden of Arawen he walked down into the crypt and began the incantations required to resurect the great champion.

OOC: Are we at Eystal's Keep still? I'm presuming we are, but I'd like some assurance.

IC:Eystal again sat at her throne, this time robed in flowing power. She searched for hints of what Thrandir had planned, what Azul would be doing. She knew that the vampire would be seeking the Blade once more, to use again. She also remembered her promise to Yaloth so long ago, to hide the Blade from normal sight.

And she had done so. The other gods and demigods had helped her, and the Blade of Hate had remained hidden for so long that ordinary people had forgotten about it. But her wards had finally ceased, and she knew that, alone, she could not renew them. And so the Blade had begun its call once more, calling for a master, one to take Thrandir's place.

And it had succeeded. More then succeeded, even, for it had not only called the powerful on this world - Xcerus, Wen Kian and Eystal - but had found one of Thrandir's kin, Azul. And it had even found some way to call to Thrandir himself.

She knew that she could cope with any single person to wield the Blade, but if Thrandir was returning she needed all the help she could get. Wen Kian was useless, worse than useless, for he was a drain on their magic. The only reason he was here was because Xcerus and Aragiel had both demanded it. Aragiel had gone completely withdrawn since the return to Eystal's keep. She had helped fight off the demonkind, but seemed to be empty. Eystal was not sure whether it was because of Wen Kian, or because of her own transformation to demigod status.

Xcerus was Eystal's insurance. Despite what Urash Khan had said, at least one god was willing to aid Eystal in her endeavour. And Arawen showered her faithful with many skills. The Necromancer would be of much use in the coming storm.

Wen Kian felt a cool hand touching his face.It felt,he didn't know how but he felt a warmth through the intense cold of his being.He opened his eyes to look at a woman with tanned skin,grey eyes and black hair,with ears that could only be described,well,they weren't human.He surprised imself,for he knew her race without even thinking.He blurted out in a slurred voice;"Elven...shadowsss....shadow elf...who..you?" as he tried to raise his arm,feeling intense pain suddenly bursting through it.It was heavily bandaged,bones broken.His dislocated shoulders had been fixed back into place and his collarbines healed,his pelvis as good as it originally was.

Yet,he felt an intense connection,a familiar feeling,even though he had never felt it before.He felt relief,and intense love for this individual,even though he had no memory of who she was.Somehow,he could read her emotions,surprising himself.Who was this elf woman?She seemed to know his name,and seemed very much protective of him.

Aragiel felt relief.At least he was talking.Yet,no hint of recognition glinted in his eyes.He was constantly trying to test his body,trying to get up.Surprisingly,his body had accelerated self-healing capabilities.Not regeneration,but healing.Still,better than nothing.She had helped clean him up earlier,slightly embarassed.His body was all hard muscle and whipcord sinew.With black eyes and tanned olive skin,he was obviously of mixed blood,and his dark drown eyes,all indicators of mixed blood,human in some way,but his powers,not of magic,inhuman as well.he had called himself a demisaiyan and a Saiyan Prince.Probably royalty.

Within his blood,his body restored to slightly more optimal levels,stem cells generated by his bone marrow began to circulate,replicating at a cellular level to regrow and enhance bones,rendering them denser,stronger.Near death experienced tended to make saiyans stronger,as their power grew exponentially.Being resurrected from death made them even more powerful.Once he had fully healed,his power would be immense,to sum it up in a word,incalculable.To do that however,his mind,the most critical to his fighting abilities,would need to be healed.

Regeneration allowed one to generate and grow totally new bodies.Wen Kians self-healing abilities,augmented by Ki,would allow one to regrow lost limbs,though that did not protect one from death.

[Mount Karak]
Thar looked down at the wind choked passes,his new body more powerful and stronger than his previous one,having assimilated all the knowledge that he could,and had absorbed many of the warriors he had come across,assimilating them,their strengths and memories,their knowledge,none of the weaknesses.

He was sheltering in a cave,to allow himself to slowly assimilate the magical powers and strength of an Ulvur shaman of the village he had destroyed.He had even absorbed a few Balrog's,their flames useless against him.He looked down from on high,his eyes piercing the storms to see Azul stalking through the snow,grappling with his new abilities,the power of a daemon prince now his,able to match any demigod in power.

He sent a shout to him,letting it echo in the mountains.Azul would not find him,and evem if he did,Thar would simply swat him aside if he chose to oppose him.He was of no relevance if he rejected Thar's gift.Thar's next target to absorb would be the daemon prince Itan.

Xcerus' eyes lit with a fire built upon decades of undeath, it was time people in this realm felt arawens full might in the form of her champion. As the lights flickerd and dimmed in the ainchent catacombs swirling vortexes of dark energy pooled together forming a dark shroud around the tomb.
"ARAWEN, NE TELAMON QUI ROSTUMI!"
Her eyes appeared above the small inconicu, great beams of red light flickering down upon him questioning his motive.
"ARAWEN, NE TELAMON QUI ROSTUMI!" he called again, with greater emphasis to his voice.
The doors leading to the catacombs where blown open by the winds of magic, charms and seals fizzing while the doors hinges buckled and crumbled. The storm swirled down into the catacombs stiring eyons of dust. A great surge of magic slammed into Xcerus. Squinting as the energy attempted to rip him appart he focused it into the tomb infront of him where the fallen champion lay, a great pulse of brilliant white light slammed into the stone carved tomb the champion lay in. The eyes pulsed and dissapeared. Xcerus fell from the hight he had been raised to landing on his knee's he ramained bowed over trying to recover from the exersion he had put his body through.


Then there was scilence, the dust settled again and the echo's of running feet above could be heard in the distance.





Xcerus looked up, he had aged over 1,000 years. His face was now wrinkled his eyes looked faded and his hair was pure white. He had used his own life essence to summon fourth this great champion.



Then the stone around the hero moved, sliding appart it revealed the naked form of an inconicu. The old champion lay there, then he started, air rushing into his lungs he had been rebourn.
He stood, a giant among the inconicu at 6ft tall. His toned muscles flexed awakening from a long slumber. Flexing all his joints cracked and crunched. He moved towards the huddled form of Xcerus and spoke, his voice held within it somthing of the old world.
"Stand necromancer and state your name, arawen will wish to know it for your blessing, or your punishment should you have acted incorectly."

Xcerus staggerd to his feet before the giant incunicu, looking up at him his voice crackled,
"I am Lord Xcerus, master of this palace in which your soul rested. I have awoken you in a time of dire need. Arawen chose me as her faithful watcher. I know my fait, it lies in your path to glory. You shall lead us to glory and prevent undeath rising from where it shold remain."
The Great inconicu looked down smiling.
"I know little one, for Arawen speaks to me always. You are her chosen as I was, am and always will be."

The great inconicu walked out of the chamber and Xcerus passed out, welcoming the cold stone floor, allowing himself the respite.

Wen Kian suddenly felt a surge of energy,a sudden transfer of Ki from one individual to another.He shuddered.It felt..disquieting.What was so wrong with magic that he shudered?Was it something to do with old feelings or just a temporary reaction?

He was now sitting up in an old bed,Aragiel talking to him,helping to jog his memory as he ate.He slowly swallowed some soup,pondering what was told to him.He had apparently been some great hero on a quest,from another world.He did not feel very heroic.He also discovered the fact that he was some sort of royalty.Again,he did not feel very royal at all.The thougt never crossed his mind that she was lying to him.He felt that he could trust her.At some deep connection,he remembered a connection of souls,a faint memory of a night where they stared into the night sky together,him whispering something into her ears.

"Were we lovers?" he asked her,quite bluntly.Aragiel hid the slight blush."During the early nights you stayed here,there was a drinking competition among the guardswomen,which you won.After the competition,I helped you stagger back to your room.We ended up on the castle battlements."

"Oh." was all he could say.

Aragiel slowly passed her hand over her abdomen.She dared not tell him.The Emissary had completed the most critical task.The Thetal'y'oul,the Matriarch,the Messiahanic figure that would lead the Shadow Elves to the Higher Planes,where the Highmen,gods and angels dwelt,she would lead them to paradise,away from their Long Watch,the Guardianship of the Middle Plane.She was conceived.

[Mount Karak]

'Azul,I offer you a gift.I offer you a power that is beyond many.I offer you the gift of Majin.Become Majin Azul!"

The shouts echoed of the moutains,deep into the valleys,Thars words reverberating in Azul's ears,even as he grappled with the new power that was his,the power of a daemon prince coursing through his veins,Thrandirs gift to one of his blood.His descendant Azul.Azul could think for himself,still retained his will,but his power,his power was that of the Vampire King combined with that of a daemon prince.Thrandir had told the truth in a sense.With the death of a part of himself,Thrandir's Seed had ascrificed its existence to give its power to Azul.

"WHERE ARE YOU THAR?WHERE ARE YOU,YOU GODDAMNED LIAR?COME OUT AND FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!"

Through the blizzard of ice,Thar walked toward Azul.Azul charged,screaming,his blade pointed straight at Thar,his new power coursing through him,his eyes flaring red with fury.The blade contacted with Thar.

It bounced off.Azul made another swing,only to have the blade blocked by Thar,using his finger to parry it,before flicking it aside.

"As you can see,I am not interested in fighting you.I am interested in offering you a gift.Do you wish to become a Majin?If you do,tell me so now.Or if you need to think about it,seek me out at Mount Karak,at the peak."Pointing to the distant mountain,Thar turned his back and strolled into the blizzard,totally ignoring Azul,to whom he had proved that he viewed Azul the Vampire King as no threat.

Thar was beyond Azul,as Azul was beyond an elf,Ulvur,human,dwarf or Wulfen.

Thar slowly turnf his head to glance at Azul.

"The power of the Majin,if you embrace it,you will retain your free will,however it will bring out the darkest in you,the dark side of your heart,removing all trace of compassion,not that you have much.The power it will bring you is immense.You want revenge don't you,on Wen Kian.He killed your family.I lied to you earlier because it was necessary to send you on your path,to the Blade of Hate.Would you be as powerful now if you had not walked that path?Does the path choose the walker or the walker the path? Walk the path of the Majin and discover.For a Majin retained his free will.We will be allies if you choose that path.If not,then we separate as enemies fated to meet at Rovel's Peak."

Eystal stood, enrobed in flowing power. She knew that she would have to move quickly. She quickly took stock of her allies.

Wen Kian was of little use, until he regained his powers. If he ever did so, he would be of great strength, but that would take time.

Aragiel ws entranced by Wen Kian, and could not be counted on to help Eystal any longer. Something had changed in their relationship when they arrived at her Keep.

Xcerus had suddenly and surprisingly increased his usefulness exponentially. he had done something that Eystal could never have suspected - he had summoned Arawen's champion. While Arawen was far from being a natural ally of Eystal, neither wished for Thrandir to return. They would work well together.

Eystal thought of what she had seen in her windsight. An offer to Azul, one he was unlikely to refuse. But as of yet, Azul was not searching for his birthright, the Blade. She quickly walked out of her study, and to her safe.

She checked once more that the bonds on her charge were still tight, then walked out to the front hall of her Keep. There, she called out to Xcerus.

"Necromancer, it is time for a reckoning. Bring what you can," she said hoping he would take the hint. "Thrandir's essence will soon be vulnerable as he battles with that of daemonkind. If we attack soon, then we can defeat him. We will need to leave immediately."

She saw Xcerus arrive, with the Champion behind. Together, they turned and walked out of the castle, to the brewing storm. They stepped through the Storm Gate.

Azul smiled in his mind. The majin had just let his guard down. He left his mind open.

Azul now saw images of the village. He saw Thar killing his family. A burning hatred in Azul grew steadily. "Why should I join you? You are the one who murdered my family aren't you?"

Thar now realized what he had done. "So the truth comes out..." he raised his hand. A red orb formed in his palm. "You shall die like your family." he said as he released the orb.

Everything slowed down around them. The energy was slowly crawling towards Azul. He smiled. He stepped to the side.

Everything sped back up. The plasma flew through the air and out of sight. Thar quickly turned and started blasting more energy at Azul. Rocks were melted and mountains were demolished as Thar attempted to destroy the vampire.

Azul gave out a cry as his hate consumed him. His eyes glowed blood-red as he lifted his sword into the air. Thar lifted his arm in order to block the attack. The Blade of Souls met Thar's arm. There was a loud crunch, as Thar now realized that the blade was crushing, and cutting through his arm. It fell to the ground with a crunch.

Azul used his mind to lift the android into the air. He began to beat Thar against a mountain. Thar fell to the ground motionless.

The vampire king lifted his opponent. "Thar looked at him with utter hatred. "Now you know the powers of the vampire king." he said as he thrust his sword into Thar's chest.

Thar's eyes widened. How did he do this? How could he? It didn't make any sense to him.

Azul ripped his sword out of Thar's body and threw him to the ground. "Know this Majin Thar, I will kill all who stand in my way. If this Wen Kian fights me...I will destroy him. If you attempt to fight me, you won't be this lucky."

With that, he sheathed his sword, and continued towards his destiny.

ooc: for that last post, he summoned his ancestor's power so that he could really beat the crap out of Thar. That was the only reason he was able to do so.

ooc: for that last post, he summoned his ancestor's power so that he could really beat the crap out of Thar. That was the only reason he was able to do so.

Thar pulled himself together.Careless of him,to let his guard down like that.He had assumed that this Azul was no threat and had let him creep through it.As he had proved earlier,not much could harm him,but Azul was much faster and stronger now,more than expected.Slightly angry,he brushed himself off.He could be slammed through the planetary core and still survive and this.....whelp.

The power of a daemon prince belonged to him.Thrandir's Seed had sacrified itself to gove its descendant such power.Shaking in fury,Thar leapt to the air and with a colossal increase in speed,he ran after Azul,before tackling him and gripping him by the neck,slowly closing in his hand.

"You use your ancestor's power.But even you,Azul,Vampire King,cannot defeat me.I let down my guard but for a second and you sneaked in.I underestimated you.My mistake.For that I apologise.Now,let me teach you a lesson."

His arm snapped back together as he regenerated,the one that blocked the Blade of Souls.Thar drew it back in a second and let loose a slamming punch,breaking both Azuls arms,as he raised them to block it.

"My power far exceeds you,as I initially showed you.Taking advantage of the fact that I let down my defences,seeing you as no threat,you scanned my mind,found the truth and powered up to thrash me.Let me show you just how powerful I have grown.You are like a sapling to a redwood,boy,even with the strength and power of a daemon prince.Experience the sensations of pain,of all the villagers I killed,of the temenggong whose village hid your child and wife.If I give you the gift of the Majin,you will surely use it to turn on me.I cannot allow that."

Using a higher fraction of power,increasing his power levels,holding Azul above the ground,he kicked and punched Azul with his legs and free hand,while holding him aloft above the snowy ground.Azul never made a sound,growling even as Thar broke his body,slapped him,kicked him,strangled him.The Vampire King would never show weakness,no matter the cost.

Taking Azul,Majin Thar hurled him against the mountain and repeatedly slammed him against the cliff wall."Azul,I can survive even your most powerful attacks.You can barely match me as it is.Learn that lesson and never cross my path again.However,I will spare your life.It is not your time to die yet.Thrandir gave you his power for a reason boy.You are his descendant,of his blood,and whether you like it or not,whether I like it or not,to kill you would remove an enemy of Wen Kian,my nemesis.For that,you still live."

As Majin Thar yawned,Azul unexpectedly lashed out,but reacting within a microsecond,Majin Thar grabbed his foot,snapped his ankle and proceeded to bend him over his knees,snapping Azul's backbone.He let the broken body drop to the ground.

"Be more cautious next time.Your injuries will heal.You now after all are as powerful as any demigod or daemon prince.YOu just have to learn to control your new powers.Never cross my path again."

As Azuls wounds and injuries slowly started to heal,Thar walked into the blizzard.He turned round and muttered a few words:"You have a destiny ahead of you Azul.Do not cross me again,or the next time I WILL kill you.Think of this as a friendly warning.Wen Kian is my concern alone.I suggets you grow more powrful if you wish to match either of us.or even Eystal for that matter.She is a demigod of Yaloth's blood.You.....you still have hope."

As bones slowly knit back together,Azul cursed.Thar was right.The injuries,despite the pain,would only slow him down.By the time he finished regenerating,Thar was long gone,his footprints dissappearing,for he had flown to deal with other matters of importance.Even with his ancestral powers,at his full peak,he could barely begin to match Thar,in his Master form now,or even Eystal,her unlocked powers and divine blood rendering her the most powerful demigod in the Middle Plane.Azul would have to tread cautiously.

Just then,a crystal fell from the sky,impacting in the ground in front of him.Runes on it glowed red,sigils of unknown purpose streaked across it.One thing however was clear,for suddenly,it flared and Azul heard a voice in his mind.

"Vampire King,I am a gift from Liliath,mother of all vampires.As Arawen has intervened,so has she.She sent me to you.The great mother of all vampires knows you,for even as you are of Thrandir's blood,so are you of her.Use the Blade of Souls to cut me.Bleed me.I am her gift,use me well,Lord and Master of the Vampire Counts,Vampire King eternal and Seeker of the Thrandir Blade.Priestesses of Liliath have sent the message to all Vampire Counts,your kin and bondsmen.They have been told.The Vampire King Azul has risen.All will aid their master in whatever way they can.Go to the Shrine of Liliath's Blood,in the Undercity of Itan's Bane,ruled by your cousin,the Vampire Count Dracul.There,partake of the Blood Feast,of the blood of Rokok,for he attacks it even now.It will fall,unless you save it.For the daemons are strong,Rokok stronger,but you are strongest.Fulfill your fate.Avenge your father.Liliath sends her blessings.No more aid can you expect from her but this,for she risks in angering her father Baruthuzel.GO"

Eystal stopped in a place that was somehow... between. Xcerus looked to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Despite all they thought they could do, others are still intervening," she said enigmatically.

"What?"

She turned to the necromancer. "Urash Khan said that the gods would not interferein this matter, yet they are. There are two cases of this now, first Arawen supporting you, and now another. Liliath, mother of the Vampires, has found Her servant.
"However, Liliath and Thrandir are known enemies of old. They will fight it out within Azul, and whoever triumphs will have more power. Before this, Azul was working under Thrandir's guiding hand, but he was not truly joined with Thrandir.
"But now, Thrandir and the Vampire Queen are fighting, though Azul does not yet know it. Whoever wins will have Azul completely and utterly. And they will then know where the Blade can be found."

"But surely, if Liliath wins, she will see no need for the Blade."

"Come now, are you, and servant of Arawen, so ignorant as to the true nature of vampires? The Blade of Hate will be used with the Blade of Souls, to change the very nature of the world. Thrandir would go further, and fight the Gods themselves. He might even win.
"But Liliath would be content with completely remaking the world, into a place of vampirism. The balance of this plane will be thrown forever into disarray. That is why I must take part in this.
"For you however, there is something even more important. Death would be banished. Arawen would lose all power here. I doubt you could simply stand aside if that happens."

"Wait," Xcerus said after some time. "What if... someone else were to take the Sword, use it against Azul?"

"Ha! I very much doubt that that could ever happen. But I'll humour you. Suppose one such as... you, for instance, were to take the Blade and use it to destroy Azul. Well, assuming it could be done, you would destroy him. He would be no more.
"But would anyone ever be content with only using such a weapon once? This is a weapon that can destroy the very fabric of the gods themselves. Anyone would be tempted to use it, until that person would be among the most powerful people in the universe.
"That, I cannot allow. It was something I vowed to prevent, a very long time ago. That was a time when the rules were different, but my duty remains the same. Balance must be preserved.
"But we cannot help Azul or his ancestors now. He is fighting his own battle. I dare not intervene in this. The one who disabled Wen Kian, Majin Thar, he is weak at the moment, thrown off balance by the Vampire King. He does not expect an attack now, and does not possess my powers of clairvoyance. It is to him that we must now go."

She completed the spell, and they arrived.

Majin Thar slowly rotated,to see a magical portal he now knew as a Storm Gate forming in front of him.The colossal figure of Majin Thar turned to face it.

Thar had taken the opportunity to upgrade himself to his Master form,using the knowledge and strength gained from the many he had absorbed to strengthen himself,increasing his powers exponentially from before,when he had drawn in that fight with Wen Kian.He was fully regenerated now.The more people he absorbed,the more powerful he grew,the wiser,the more intelligent he was.

He had absorbed many mages and warriors while still a shade,accelerating his regeneration.Add that to the fact that he had infinite Ki to draw upon,an ability to manipulate things at the planck level,the level of quantum foam,as well as his total control over magic,now that he had assimilated all the strength and knowledge of those he had absorbed,and he was more than prepared for anything.

He had seen Wen Kian go to the state of Black Star SSJ,for a brief moment outputting enough power to destroy a star,or collapse a black hole,the ability to warp reality and shift between dimensions,planes and universes,a transcendent power beyond even him.Of course,Wen Kian hadn't realized that in the previous fight,too busy dealing with the cataclysmic explosion that had shattered them both,unleashed by Majin Thar who had himself nearly lost control of the attack.Now,if he attempted something similar,he would succeed.

He saw the figures of Eystal and Xcerus walk through.Unexpected,but not surprising or shocking to him.Her Ki was tremendous,a power cloaked.A demigod.The most powerful being he had encountered yet.Though not powerful enough to destroy a star.Not like Wen Kian.She looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"Eystal,Princess of the Shadow Elves and demigod of Yaloth's blood,I know you come to seek me.I also know that you seek a balance.Yaloth is the Preserver,the Lord of Shadow.Arawen and Liliath have intervened,but are now restrained.Arawen can help no longer.She is restrained,by Uriz himself.Liliath dares not anger her father Baruthuzel.No more will the gods come into the play,as the laws of this story dictate.I know.As Arawen intervened despite the orders of her superiors and fellows,so has it been balanced by Liliath's machinations.Theval,Urash Khan and Imraz are angered,and have dealt with these goddesses as the see fit.For one who enforces authority cannot themselves rebel or defy that authority,as Arawen and Liliath have done."

He saw her eyes flaring,motes of golden light dancing in the depths of her eyes,sparks of power spraying from her.She was powerful,but she had to know that she couldn't beat him. Kassim Wen Kian,that was a worthy opponent.Not this mere demigod.Let him grow to his Ultimate form,then he would show them true power.This demigod was powerful,granted,powerful enough to perhaps defeat him once,but not destroy him.After being defeated once,he would destroy her,as he had nearly done with that whelp Azul.

"Majin Thar,I preserve the balance.Not more,not less.The forces of nature will aid me,as will I set the equilibrium right.Do not tarry with me."

"Fair enough Eystal.We will see who gets the blade.Tell me,how is my good friend,Wen Kian?Is he catatonic,comatose,dead?Tell me,how is his new love,pregnant with the future Messiah of the Shadow Elves,who will lead your race to the Higher Planes?I should pay them a visit.Your castle isn't it Xcerus,or yours Eystal?Perhaps I will try both.Do not tarry with me young one.I am a part of a force that has existed as long as my reality,Kassim Wen Kian's home.I have the skills and memories of all those before me.I have the might of ten thousand mages I absorbed.I have the stength to crush entire moons.I have the power to destroy planets,as does my nemesis.You are the most powerful demigod in the Middle Plane,a Guardian of Rond,the Central World of the Middle Plane.Do you think you can even match me?"

"Majin Thar,I believe the answer would be....yes." slowly said Eystal,a saintly smile forming on her face."I am the Guardian of Rond.I have the future vision.I have the blood of the Lord of Shadown running in me.I am a demigod and I have the power to extinguish life,to take away light,to twist your very soul and scatter it to the thousand winds.I can damn one to the deepest reaches of Hell.I can defeat even the most powerful daemon prince,rival the Young Gods of Chaos,though not the Great Chaos Powers.You are an intruder from another world,a stranger come to pursue a vendetta that upsets the balance.The Middle Plane is an equation.I balance that equation.You are disrupting the flow of that equation."

"Eystal,my dear,young,little demigod,I AM a force of nature.Let me demonstrate."

With a flare of light that made even the Light of Eystal seem dim,Majin Thar flared in power,the winds knocking back the 3 individuals before him,blowing them back,Xcerus clasped onto the cloak of the resurrected Champion of Arawen,who charged Thar,only to be backhanded with a flick of the wrist.He sent them flying back through the Storm Gate,before strolling to Eystal,a look of shock crystalising in her eyes.She lifted her arm,as if to summon a spell,only for it to be shattered by Majin Thar.She let out a loud scream before reaching out a hand for his face.Her hand touched him,sending the entire electrical output of Rond for the last 3 million years surging through his system.

Majin Thar stumbled back,his skin a melted mess,burnt all over his body.This was getting irritating.Just as he looked up,Eystal sent a tendril of energy straight at him.He let it bounce of his body,before regenerating his body.Eystal fully powered up,a hurricane of wind scourging Thar,even as Xcerus sheltered under the Champion of Arawen,throwing ineffectual spells at Thar.They were like raindrops splattering on concrete.Suddenly,Thar felt a lurch as Xcerus attempted to pull his soul from his body.Not very effective at all.He sent a wave of flame the way of Xcerus before turning to the threat at hand.Eystal.

She was throwing everything she had at him,and he was desperately blocking,parrying and deflecting everything,unable to get a respite to power up.Abruptly,Thar halted defending himself and let the full power of Eystals magics start to burn through him.He walked through the streams of magic,slowly dissolving into the flows,before dissappearing totally,just a pace away from Eystal.

Eystal let out a sigh.For unknown reasons,Thar had let himself be disintegrated by her magics.She had nearly lost,for had she given him the chance to power up,she could have had no hope of matching him.She felt around with all her senses,detecting only dust and echoes in the ruined landscape.By the side,the 2 necromancers felt the fabric of Life and Death.Shadows and echoes as well.Apparently,and too easily,Thar had allowed himself to be defeated.She clutched her shattered arm,before letting it snap back into place,the bone regrown.

Abruptly,the Storm Gate suddenly shattered into pieces behind her,as with a whoosh of wind,Thar abosorbed the Storm Gate,dissappearing into the swirling energies that slowly dissipated into the air.Even as it closed,a small spark of energy leapt out of it and landed at Eystal's feet.It slowly fizzled into the ground.Eystal brought up a mana shield to protect herself and her 2 companions.

After 5 minutes,without anything happening whatsoever,she stepped out of the shield to inspct the spark.As she knelt to inspect it,it suddenly exploded in a flare of light,the spark allowing the interaction of energies from all the planes of existence,coming together in a singularity to explode outwards with enough energy to boil away all the oceans on Rond,concentrated in a sphere that enclosed Eystal,her figure dissappearing in the violent implosion.

[Majin Thar]
He strolled through the corridors of the castle toward his destination.Behind him lay the bodies of dead reavers and guardswomen,their bodies scattered and burnt.Arrows and blades bounced off him,as he punched his way through walls that were 100 times harder than diamond,until he found his prey.In front of him,on a straw bed,talking to Aragiel,was Wen Kian.

"Hello old friend.Its time to die."

Aragiel lept up,her blade drawn,even as Thar reached out and grabbed her by the legs,turning her upside down.He held her by the ankles,slowly crushing and twisting bone,the screams of pain he elicited from the pregnant elf satisfying him to no end,the screams echoing through Wen Kians mind,resonating,cracking the barriers,forcing his memories back,as he saw his soulmate tortured like that.

As Majin Thar began to crack her femurs and pelvis,very near the delicate feuts that was the Matriarch,the future Messiah of the Shadow Elves,his psionic barrier holding down Wen Kian suddenly snapped.Majin Thar smiled.

Wen Kian used his psionic powers to grab Aragiel,hurling Thar through the stone wall.It was all coming back.It was starting to happen again.The nightmare,Wen Kian screaming,his girlfriend quickly crushed into an unrecognised ball of gore,Majin Thar squeezing and compressing her corpse,melting bone and flesh into a twisted,sick parody of himself.

He let the corpse drop to he ground,blood spilling from it,Majin Thar's hands covered in blood,his lips coated in gore as he licked it,having eaten her internal organs while she was still alive,eating her lungs even as she begged for mercy,screamed in pain and horror as Majin Thar had gutted her,eaten the baby within her,keeping her conscious throughout it all,letting her feel his pleasure and amplifying her pain.

Wen Kians eyes flashed green,his body powering up,he remembered his powers,he remembered now what he could do,what he was,what he had transcended to.He powered up in cycles,to SSJ3,his hair growing and aura expanding,blue lightning crackling from his eyes,as he bent over the still form of Aragiel,moaning in pain.He would not let Majin Thar do it again.

In his mind,he reached out to Aragiel,felt her pain,felt the terror of the life within her,his daughter.Felt Aragiel's terror.He felt the dead guardswomen throughout the palace,the few that remained alive rushing this way.

One came through the wall,her eyes alert,only to reel in shock at seeing the state of the room,the condition of Aragiel,her legs twisted at unnatural angles.She quickly cast healing spells on Aragiel.

"Look after her" Wen Kian said in a voice laced with fury.With a burst of speed,he slammed through the remaining levels of the palace,until he reached the courtyard,where Majin Thar was waiting.

"MAJIN THAR!"Wen Kians voice drowned out all other sound,cracking the very foundations of the palace."NO MORE.NO MORE.TODAY IT ENDS!" was the scream that could be heard,resonating in everyones mind.

With that said,Majin Thar smirked,raised his hand and blasted Wen Kian with a powerful attack,pure Hellfire itself,hotter even than the core of a star,chaotic flames melting the very ground he stood on.Even within the castle walls,everyone could feel a burning sensation,demonic power coursing through Majin Thar,his mastery of magic total.From his mouth flew an orb of pure magic.It hit Wen Kian,detonating and causing an inferno that added to the Hellfire spewing from Majin Thar's hand.

The inferno obscured the view.Suddenly,in front of Thar,a hand reached out and slammed his mouth closed,before a vice-like grip settle on his hand and snapped it off.Thar regrew it in an instant,just before he was lifted up and bodyslammed into the ground headfirst,Wen Kians bloody figure smoking with the heat of the Hellfire.Thar rose up,onlt to be headbutted into the ground,again and again,his skull slowly crushed in,its elasticity no protection against the berserk rage of the Saiyan Prince.

Even a kilometre away,one could feel the vibration as the ground quaked,Wen Kians titanic headbutts sending ripples through the ground.Thar snaked his hand behind Wen and lifted him off,hurling him into the air and rocketing up after him.Slowly,he began an increase of his power,even as they exchanged blows in the air above the castle,the rain pelting them exploding outwards,the force of their fight sending sonic shockwaves out visible in the rain.Every microsecond,they exhanged thousands of blows,all instinct and savagery.

"You...will...NEVER...TOUCH....MY WOMAN AGAIN!"roared the berserk Saiyan Prince.Even as he pounded Thar,the "M" symbol of the Majin visible on his forehead,glowing with eerie light,Wen gave in to the temptation,the pure fury driving him insane.he had fought the temptation for too long.He would increase in power.He would destroy Majin Thar,once and for all.In his heart,he finally accepted the gift of the Majin.Kassim Wen Kian was now Majin Kian.


Thar felt the visible change.A new Majin?Suddenly he saw the symbol of the Majin forming on Wen Kian's forhead.He felt a sudden increase of Ki from his enemy,the darkest side of the Saiyan Prince's character coming out,unleashing his power."Now Majin Thar,you die."were the quiet words coming from the berserk Saiyan Prince,his golden aura visibly shifting to a darker gold,his eyes bleeding intensely.Holding Majin Thar tightly against him,Majin Kian plunged to the ground,slamming through several layers of ground,finally coming to the dark caverns that honeycombed the underground of Rond.

The voice in Azul's mind stopped talking. Whoever it was, was gone.

"So the shrine is under attack...I shall lead them to a victory unlike any other. I shall feast on the flesh of my enemies." he said to himself. With that, he lifted his hand and whispered a few words. He dissapeared.

Azul could feel every molicule inside of him being torn apart. It was a disturbing feeling, but he knew he had to help Dracul. Around him, thousands of miles of land shot by. He watched them fly through him as he made his way to the city.

He was soon being put together again. He was now in a cold and damp place. Around him, the bodies of demons and vampires lay on the ground. He could hear shouting from the south. A ran towards the fight.

The demon army had surrounded the castle of dracul. On the walls, archers fired into the demon army, but the arrows simply bounced off their armor. This was a very bad situation for his people. Luckily for them, he was there.

He pulled out his sword, it once again glowed an erie blue. "Only 120 more to go (I think). Perfect." he said to himself. He gave out a war cry that caused even the god's to tremble in fear. The demon army of Itan turned to see the Vampire King. The city cheered when they saw him.

Rokok emerged from the group of demons. He glared at Azul. "You really think that a whelp like you can defeat my army? You make me laugh." he sneered. He looked at his army. They stood there, paralized with fear. "Don't just stand there! CHARGE!" he screamed.

The demons were soon out of the trance. They charged at him, weapons raised. Azul cut through them easily. They fell to the ground in odd positions, their eyes glazed over. Aul lifted his hand and simultaniously, their armor was ripped off. They didn't notice it at first, but when hundreds of them were falling over with arrows in their chests, they realized this.

Many tried to grab their armor, but thoses who even touched it, were shocked by electricity. The vampires were winning now. They were going to defeat the demons. The gates to the castle burst open, as hundreds of warriors charged out to meet the enemy.

Rokok looked around as his great army was soon turned into bloody stains on the ground. They fell like rocks off a cliff. "DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!" he roared. He looked up to see his enemy, Azul smiling, showing all of his teeth. "THIS IS THE DAY, THAT THE LINE OF VAMPIRE KINGS ENDS!" he screeched as he raised his axe.

Azul only needed one more soul to collect. He had someone in mind. He heard a sudden yell as Rokok charged through his own army, knocking them to the ground. "PREPARE TO MEET THE LADY OF DEATH!" he yelled as he brought his axe down upon Azul.

The king grabbed the weapon and it stopped only half a centimeter away from his face. Rokok used all of his strength, trying toslice Azul in two. Azuyl shook his head as he formed a fist in his other hand. He punched the demon in the stomach, causing it to tremble. The Vampire King punched again, and smiled as blood began to shoot from Rokok's wound. He could feel the demon's insides. He grabbed something then. "Ah, here it is." he said.

He then ripped his hand out of Rokok's body, ripping out the monster's spine as well. He fell to the ground twitching. "P-p-please h-have m-m-m-mercy upon m-m-me..." he whispered. Azul smirked as he raised his sword.

"MY QUEST IS NOW COMPLETE!" he yelled as he plunged his sword into Rokok's chest. Rokok gasped as his soul was soon absorbed by the Blade of Souls. Azul's quest was in fact complete. His journey to have ultimate power was now complete(of course, he's still going after Thrandir's Blade).

Azul's body began to glow blue as power flowed through him. He was a god. Hell, he was more than a god. "DEATH TO THE DEMONS!" he screamed as he grew to power levels only a Sayin could imagine. Suddenly, all the demons there felt sick. Their chests now exploded, shooting blood everywhere. They fell to the ground, dead.

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That day, Azul was crowned the true King of Vampires. His people would follow him to death and beyond. His army was the greatest ever known to man. He had ultimate power, but he wanted more. Now with his own empire, he could lead his people to a golden age. An age where vampires were supreme. To do so, he would need Thrandir's Blade.

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Dracul watched as his cousin grew stronger. He was indeed the greatest king they had ever had. He had lead them to victory, when the odds were a million to one. This would be the greatest empire.

Later that night, Azul met with Dracul. "You wished to see me lord?" asked Dracul.

"Hell, you don't need to call me that. We are cousins! We are kings!"

"Alright then, Azul. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I would like to have you be my advisor. You shall help me rule this world. You shall be put down in history."

Dracul stared at him in disbelief. "Me? Thank you cousin! Thank you!" he replied with a smile. "This is the greatest honor for me Azul. I thank you again."

"You're welcome of course...but I must leave soon. I have personel matters to attend to. In that time, I need you to lead our people to the Peak of Thrandir. Be prepared for anything. I will arrive there in five days at dawn."

"Of course Azul...I must also say that I am sorry...for your loss..."

Azul bit his lip. "Thank you Dracul...I must go now. I shall see you in five days then."

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Azuol once again whispered the words to transport himself to his family. When he arrived, he saw the blood of his people. He saw them twisted and dead. He slowly made his way to the hut that had housed his lover and son.

Inside, he found them lying on the ground. He knew that there was nothing he could do. The Lady of death had already claimed them. Picked up their bodies, and took them far from the town. On a hill he burried them. He spent the rest of the day mourning over their graves, cursing Majin Thar and his people.

ooc: now that he has finished his mission to collect the souls (like around five million at least) he has all of their strength and he is like a god but he is not considered a god, except by himself and his people.

Xcerus coverd his eyes cursing as the explosion rippled over the mana field.
"What the hell was that?!"
Arawen's champion turned and looked at him.
"This new age magic mumbo jumo is really gettting to me, I think its time you took me to arawens temple - i need taloth's whip and the armour of damnation."
"Of course, um - one slight problem with that."
"oh?"
"How do we get out of here?"
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"Great" Xcerus slumped to the floor letting out a deep sigh
"I shall contact Arawen - she would help us."
"She is restrained"
"I am her champion, she cannot be restrained from me."
"!?"
"She will answer my call!"
Turning towards the sky he began incanting words a portal to the heavens opening images of dead reavers spirales down around them calling Xcerus' name - one steped up to them.
My lords - our palace is under attack - a deamon god walks the halls and arawen does not answer our calls.
"What?! - Take me there now." Xcerus was pulled into a void by the spirits.
The champion looked deeper into the gate, searching for his godess among the tangle of demi gods.

Xcerus appeared in the great entrance way - dead reavers lying about him, walls trembaling - inense heat washing over him. He looked about saddend - his race was being wiped out - this was a change in the balance - the extinction of his race was not now - many of these reavers dead he had told them their fait - how had they died now? He looked around him. Anger rising in him. He looked about and heard the sound of thunder above him - he ignored it and headed deeper into the lost catacombs - he passed the champions now opened crypt siraling deeper into the planets core. Untill he was walking in dust laying over eyons - it was inches thick undisturbed for longer than Xcerus could remember the records recording - yet all inconicu knew of this place.
He walked up to a small wooden door - barly big enough for him to fit through - he placed his hand in the centre and began to chant waves of energy opening the seals protecting the chamber.

Wen Kian slammed Majin Thar into the dust,rock crumbling.Above,the ground where the castle was quaked and rocked,the castle slowly crumpling into the ground in the fury of the two mortal enemies fight.

Majin Thar had increased his power to its full extent.He had used barely as much to thrash and teach the young whelp Azul a lesson.He was now in his Master form,and slowly was gaining an upper hand.He evaded and dodged Wen Kian's blows,twisting his elastic body this way and that,the increasing speed dilating time around them.All one could see would have been a blur,the speed of their battle and its ferocity matching that of even a demigod and daemon prince fighting.

Wen Kian was tiring,slowly,but he forced himself onward.His power,greater than even Majin Thar's at the beginning,at SSJ3,was slowly dipping,unable to maintain the pace.They had been fighting for 3 hours now,the caverns of the underground a ruined battlefield,as they had passed through wall upon wall of rock,bringing light to places that had never seen light,not for a million years,since Thrandir had been imprisoned.Ruined cities were ruined even further in the backwash of energies that their battle unlocked,Majin Thar combining Ki,psionic powers,physical combat and magical energies,Wen Kian using Ki,psionic powers and physical combat.

Majin Thar could feel his oponenets power levels dipping,and at that moment,needed a respite,his unlimited energy reserves maintaining him,but even he needed to reach the plateau of his Master form.Taking a slab of rock the size of a castle,ripping it from the cavern walls with his hands,he hurled it at Wen Kian,simultaneously kicking and sending projectiles his way.It collided with Wen Kian and pushed him back,shattering the rock behind him,before sinking into the underground sea they fought over.

Wen Kian felt pure rage coursing through him.He felt the rise of a new power,just as Majin Thar felt it too,power levels rising that began to match theirs,and then exceeded it,rising to twice the combined levels of Thar's and Wen Kians current forms.No matter,he was Majin Wen Kian!He shifted to Mystic,a state that tapped all his reserves,while shifting away from SSJ3.The Majin symbol on his forehead pulsed,the pain like a spectrum that went from low to high.His bond with Aragiel suddenly strengthened,as Aragiel,his soulmate,reached out for him,wondering where he was.

He ignored,but felt a feelingof remorse for some unknown reason.Majin Thar had to die.Wen Kian had absolute power,he was going to gain absolute power and destroy all threats to his family,and he liked the feeling it gave him.

An aura of blazing white flame surroundig him,he arose from the rubble,no more with green eyes or a golden yellow aura,his hair back to normal length.He delivered a spinning sonic kick to Majin Thar,before dodging a blow and delivering a powerful slamming kick to Thar's knee,cracking it,and a chop to his neck,severing it.Majin Thar only reformed,and the pace of battle renewed,the foes evenly matched,every blow causing the ground to quake,while far above,the ground vibrated,faintly,a distant echo of their battle.

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Aragiel recoiled at the feel of the pure rage,the cold evil,that surged through the mind bond with her lover,the lack of compassion that usually characteries him.He had told her long ago about the temptation that he had fought.The temptation to become a Majin.She knew now.He had succumbed.

Her mutilation at the hands of Majin Thar had brought back his memory,brought bacl the time he had lost his old lover.Limping from the soreness she felt in her ankles,their healing aided by magic,she had left the castle to return to her family,leaving Eystal with only a vague message.Her child had come to her in a dream,along with the god of time and shadows,Tyil.A separate prophecy had been fulfilled.An Emissary had come,to form a union that would result in the Matriarch,the prophesied messiah of the Shadow Elves.

That union had been her and Wen Kian,her only lover.Wen Kian had been the Emissary.Now,the Emissary was cursed to travel the darkest path,choosing it for the salvation of his world,to battle the evil within him,to battle his nemesis and decide the fate of his reality.Becoming a Majin had been the first step on that path.Majin Wen Kian and Majin Thar,eternal enemies,both would not stop fighting until the other was dead.

She felt the vibrations,the battle far beneath,the cracks occasionally appearing in the ground,the gaping chasms that formed when a particularly powerful attack was deflected.

She could do no more for her man.Her Saiyan Prince.She had to trust that he would overcome it himself,for she had tried to send him love,send him her feelings,but he had rejected it,the bond between them strong as ever,kept alive only by her felings for him.She would not give up on him,not yet.He would overcome the Majin force,and he would be stronger for it.He would walk the darkest path,and she dearly hoped that he would survive.

Dracul stood before his people. He cleared his throat. "The Vampire King, Azulinus Derearco (that's his full name, or at least its something like that), has ordered me to lead you all to the Peak of Thrandir. We all must be preparred for the worst." he said. They looked at him in shock. "I realize it has been only a short time after the great battle, but we must do as our lord says. He has already left and we shall meet him there in four days."

The crowd began to whisper. "What about the injured? What about the women and children?" yelled a vampire.

"I have been instructed to leave one-half of the army to stay here and protect the city, along with the women and children. The injured shall stay here and heal, they shall then help the others left here." he replied. "We are to leave at once." yelled Dracul.

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Azul was kneeled over the graves in prayer. "Lady Liliath, I ask that you protect my family and look after them. Guide them to happiness and greatness. This I ask of you." he closed his eyes. "Lord Barathuziel, I thank thee for the victory, and the rise of my people. I thank you for granting my people power and salvation."

He slowly got up. He pulled out of his pocket, a pendant. The family crest. He lowered it into the dirt. He buried the pendent inbetween his family.

With a heavy heart, he began to walk away from the ruined village. It was then that he felt a great blast. One that was far greater than that of Wen Kian and Majin thar's first battle here. He then felt a new evil entering this world. One that would do anything to destroy those who got in his way.

Azul gave out a laugh. "Sounds just like me..." he smiled. Chaos was slowly consuming all that were good. The evil in the world was growing. He wondered what it could be.

He sent a message to dracul in his mind. "I may be late for the meeting, I shall see you there though. I won't be long."

The evil was growing stronger. "Kinfer treo inger kios." he whispered. He suddenly dissapeared in a brilliant flash of light.

Azul followed the darkness. It was indeed strong, but whoever it was had to be reckless. They probably had no idea how to use their power. Azul smiled...or at least he would have, had he been whole. He felt a familiar presence then. One that he knew, but this time it wasn't in shambles. It was whole.

"It couldn't be..." he thought as he suddenly appeared in a great castle. He looked into a gaping pit, one that went down for miles and miles. He looked up to see some elves looking at him puzzled. "Uh...wasn't Kian supposed to be on your side?"

The Majin force flowing through him,Majin Kian rammed Majin Thar into the rock,his Mystic state powered by the purity of his rage.Thar would no longer ever again threaten innocents,threaten him,threaten his family,threaten his child.He had felt the pulse of life within Aragiel.No harm would come to her.Not.Ever.

Majin Thar screamed in pain,feeling the psionic attacks that blasted and charred his mind.He let loose an attack that sent Majin Kian slamming into the pools of magma below,before he rose up,looking demonic,magma dripping off him.Their battle had progressively gone deeper and deeper into Rond,slowly moving towards the core.Mountains chains shook and collapsed,as their battle passed under it,under the very ocean,just as Majin Thar powered up to full strength,only to be matched by Majin Kian,breaching the barrier,going SSJ4.

Slowly,his tail twitching,dark black eyes staring out from a grim face,Wen Kian's power in SSJ4 easily matching Azul,delivered his Final Flash attack,before blasting a Renzuku Dan down Majin Thar's opened throat,incinerating Majin Thar within.Majin Thar shrugged it off,before belting Majin Kian through the cavern roof,right into the ocean above.

Seawater poured through the rapidly enlarging crack in the wall.Their power was well under control,and their presence was detectable to every living being on Rond,Majin Thar and Majin Kian.Let them come.Even Eystal would fall under the assault.

Suicidal with rage,Wen Kian slowly powered up to Mystic SSJ,a state where he put out enough power every second to destroy a planet.What little of restraint within him was the knowledge that Aragiel was still on the planet.Stunning Majin Thar with a Super Kamehameha x50 Wave that blasted through clear to the other side of the planet,slamming into a moon and destroying it,Wen Kian rammed his fist through Majin Thar and unleashed a Galick Gun blast that emitted through his disintegrating mouth.

He grabbed Majin Thar,stunned and weakened by the attacks,by the shoulders,and accelerated through the planet's crust,coming out the hole they had formed when they had begun their fight.They exited the hole at 200 times the speed of sound,sending a shockwave that toppled everything around it.For a brief moment,Wen Kian noted the power signature of a god-like being,not as powerful as him.He wondered if he would make a worthy opponent.He would find out,if he ever got resurrected.If he survived what he had planned.

Azul could only look as the superheated being flew upwards,the shockwave sending him back a few paces.Such power.Such determination.Azul had to give that one credit.A fellow royal.A Saiyan Prince.One with honour.

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At the edges of the atmosphere,Majin Thar slowly came to,to find himself floating in front of a figuire of blinding power,Majin Kian powering up his planned attack,in Mystic SSJ state,emitting enough energy to destroy a planet every second,all of it directed at Majin Thar.Thar screamed as the energy burned through him,feeling terror for the first time.

Wen Kian boosted his power even further,nearly reaching the state of Black Star SSJ,where he put out enough power to destroy a star.He held himself back.If this didn't kill Majin Thar,he id not know what would.Slowly,a globe of energy formed,containing Majin Wen Kian and Majin Thar.

"Aragiel,look after her,our daughter.I am so sorry.Eystal,look after them for me.Xcerus,I thank you for healing me.Prevent the Thrandir Blade from falling into the wrong hands.Protect my daughter.My quest is unfulfilled,but at least I remove a threat to my reality forever."He sent a psionic burst to his companions.

He sent a more intimate message to Aragiel:"I love you.Look after our daughter.I am so sorry for what I am about to do.What I have done,falling into temptation of evil."

He sent a single message to Eystal:"Don't let my sacrifice be in vain.Protect Aragiel.That is my final request.Fulfill your role.With the foresight of a person about to die,I tell you solemnly,Yaloth is pleased with you,more pleased than you can understand.Your parents send a message as well,that you Eystal,must do what is right,for yourself nd your people.Follow your heart.Forgive me for what I am about to do."

He sent another to Azul,the power he had felt rise:"Vampire King,I know that I may be younger than you.You have a special fate.You have the pride of royalty.You even have some honour.You seek power.It is not the be all and end all.Seek peace and enlightenment if you will,for there is where you will find contentment.Heed my message,for a dark path awaits,a hard one."

With that,he propelled the sphere of energy far into the depths of space,twisting space and time as he transcended to Black Star SSJ,the power to warp reality and destroy stars firmly within his grasp.If this did not kill Majin Thar,only a Genki Dama would,and that would require the life energy of millions.


In the black depths of the space of the Middle Plane,the space between stars and planets,Wen Kian powered up and exploded,an explosion as powerful as a thousand supernovas,dissolving Majin Thar who screamed,disrupting the very quantum foam in its ferocity.It was visible from many planets,visible as a flare that exceeded the brightness of the brightest stars,the psionic roar of the dying Saiyan Prince in his final moment of glory,his moment of death,resonating throughout all levels of reality,through the planes,felt even in his home reality by his blood relations,as a sudden vacuum in their minds,a loss of a loved one.

The wave was concentrated into a single sphere of energy,and it roiled within,Majin Thar and Wen Kian dissappearing in a globe of light that slowly collapsed in upon itself,leaving nothing,except empty space,a point of light visible from Rond,visible from even the night side of Rond.

His psionic last words echoed throughout the Middle Plane."Eystal,do not let my sacrifice be in vain."

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Aragiel screamed.She wailed,as she felt the connection severed totally and utterly.She fell to the floor,tears falling from her eyes.The Emissary had defied fate.He had written his own destiny,in blood,among the stars.For his truly was the path of grey,the hidden path.A hidden fate.A broken future.

Even in her grief,she cursed him,one minute cursing him,another grieving him.The fool she had loved,was now gone.She rocked herself,holding her arms across her body,some of her friends trying to comfort her,as the sky flared brightly,a psionic scream heard even by them,his death cry echoing through the void.

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Azul knelt his head slightly in respect.He had felt the power.Felt the energy,heard the message.What he did now was entirely up to him.He had heard the message.A foe beyond him,had destroyed another,one of total evil.In the end,Majin Thar had finally received his fate.

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In the empty void,slowly,an essence began to pull itself together.The Majin force was a force of nature.It would continue to exist.Its embodiment was in Thar.Death would not stop it.It sucked the energy from across the planes,small taps,constantly flickering.Slowly,a form began to take shape.

Aragiel knelt, weeping for her lost love. As the tears went down her cheeks, she heard a door open. Standing, fumbling with her spear, she crept forward, only to be entranced by the sight of Eystal.

"Majin Thar was a fool to think he could cage me for long, but now he is beyond my grasp. Aragiel, you remain alive, which is good. I can see what you carry, the saviour of our kind. I will do all I can to help you bring this child to bear."

Eystal then turned away.

"But there is something that I must tell you," the demigod said. "Azul is going to the peak of Thrandir, searching for the Blade. That is where it is meant to be. It is not where the Blade is, though.
"When Thrandir perished and was taken into the Halls of Baruthuzel, his Blade remained at his ruined citadel, atop the Peak of Thrandir. I knew the powers of the Blade, and in the name of True Balance, I removed the Blade, in order to keep it beyond the reach of those who would destabilise this Plane.
"I swore to Yaloth to guard the Blade, and also to surrender it to the one who would use the Blade for the purposes of this world, not any other. So far, none of those who have searched for it have been fit to use it. Azul is being torn between Thrandir and Liliath, and will end up serving one of their interests. Xcerus will do Arawen's bidding in all things, which is just as bad. Wen Kian... might, once, have been a fit wielder of the Blade, but no more. No Majin could use it for good purposes, despite all his intentions. I cannot use it.
"But there is one remaining player in this tale of note, one who has always been close to the Blade, but has never been tempted to use it. That one person would be wise enough to use it for the true path of this world, one who understands the balance and how everything is tied up with it.
"You, Aragiel, are the one I deem fit to wield the Blade of Hate, that was so long ago propohecied to change everything it came near to. And it has done so. You shall take Thrandir's Sword, and steer this world to its true goal.
"Rise, Lady Aragiel, Heroine of the Tale of Thrandir. Wipe away your tears. Those who also wish for the Blade will now know where it can be found, as my final glyphs decay. They will fight to claim it, but I swear, both to you and to Yaloth, that I will protect you with all my power."

OOC: Something tells me we're nearing the end of this tale. I certainly wasn't expecting all the things that have happened, Aragiel wasn't even my creation at the start. But it's been fun. Now all we need is a climactic battle to finish it off.

Majin Thar floated in the vacuum of space.That had been......a very unpleasant experience.His enemy had been willing to go to that length to desyroy him,but the Majin force had worked against him.Now,he possessed a portion of the power that Majin Wen Kian had possessed,adding it to his own.He was the equal of any demigod,rivaling a god's power.Now,he needed to do one thing.He had to find Itan.And absorb him.

He opened a Storm Gate in space,before stepping through it,directly in front of his prey.
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Itan cursed.His captain,Rokok,was dead.Foolish,arrogant imbecile.He should have replaced him with a Balrog.Now they were very intelligent.Intelligent enough to retreat to the depths of Hell itself rather than face the forces arrayed against them,seeking the Thrandir Blade.he stood in the ruins of Thrandir's Citadel,at Rovel's Peak,where the Blade had been said to be kept.All he saw was the cursed stone statue of Thrandir,crumbling due to exposure to harsh magics,the weather and time,decaying over the past million years.

He detected a Storm Gate opening behind him.Unexpected.Just as suddenly,Majin Thar appeared out of it.He flashed past Itan who sent a bolt of mana hurling towards him.Suddenly,he felt a clammy substance adhere to his body.He felt a pulling sensation,a shrinking sensation,every atom being ripped apart,every sub-atomic particle being reduced.He was paralysed,and slowly,a darkness came over him.

In 6 seconds,it was over.Majin Thar licked his lips.Delicious.He had sent out parts of his being,his elastic body spewing out pieces of itself and attaching to the intended target,before absorbing it into his essence.Itan's knowledge and wisdom slowly flowed into him,his strength augmenting Majin Thar's own,his wisdom and intelligence adding to a greater whole.

Much neater than eating a person.That much Majin Thar could say.Green flames formed his aura,licking the air like floating water.His power fully under control.So,the Blade of Hate was not here.How inconvenient.He would follow Eystal.The little demigod would prove no problem.After this experience with being destroyed with the force of a thousand supernovas in intergalactic space,he doubted anything could match that,or the power of Wen Kian at his peak.A sad reason that he had died.
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In the Afterworld of Majin Thar's home universe,a lone soul entered.A conflict took place within it.Slowly,it strove against an inner darkness.A furious ember of spiritual energy drove it,even as other came to its aid.

The Majin force strove to retain its hold,yet,slowly but surely,its tendrils were cast loose.After all,the Saiyan Prince needed no force to aid him,needed no corruption to control him.He was the Prince of all Saiyans,and his enemy still lived.With the aid of his ancestors,with the aid of his relatives,the Dragonballs were brought together.A wish would be made.

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Stepping through a portal into Rovel's Peak,an Ulthaj cast a call outwards.A call for the Emissary.An Ulthaj was a powerful being.To understand just how powerful as a single entity it was,one had to imagine the power of Thrandir.To an Ulthaj,a Guardian of Harroth,Nexus of All Creation,the world of many names,Thrandir was an ant.

The power of an Ulthaj was immense.If Allah himself could defeat Thrandir,to them,Allah's power was but a single atom in the ocean of a planet in a universe.An individual Ulthaj was that universe.Far beyond the comprehension of the highest gods,just as gods were far beyond the comprehension of humans.the Ulthaj read the tapestry of the reality.It hid its presence from all,quite easily as well,given its power.It had a human form.A strange smile formed on its face.The story was unique in its flavour,a vast tapestry that enriched the universe.Yes,it was interesting.

It left,to continue watching.If it had wanted to,it could have destroyed Allah itself,and Allah was not even aware of it,thinking itself the supreme power and highest authority.Let Allah be so.It had other business.

So Rond was touched by the presence of an Ulthaj,and never to know it.It left no signs,no trace at all,its presence erased from time,never to return to the world again.It did not interfere,only watched the tapestry of the story unfold,before returning to its original place,only following reasons of its own.

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Xcerus fell to the floor inside the tiny chamber - and looked towards the minute statuette.
"Second lord of the undead" Xcerus hissed worried that somone would over hear him and yet knowing that no one could.
There was a single heart beat in the room
"Second lord of the undead" he hissed again.
This time two heart beats filled the room with sound
"Second lord of the undead, hear the call of the necromancer for you serve us as Arawen guides us."
The heart beats became more constant, a slow rythmic pulse and the statuette began to move.
"I am Lord Xcerus, grand necromancer of Arawen it is time to prove your worth and perhaps win your freedom"
The statuette moved - looking up at Xcerus it began to talk
"what is your bidding great necromancer?"
"You know the profecy, should you gain freedom the armies of hell will unite under your power."
"Indeed that is so."
"Then, you may have your freedom from Arawen if you perform 3 tasks that I ask of you - do you swear your soul to me if you do not perform the tasks asked of you."
"Yes Xcerus, I taloth swear a soul pact to you and in turn your soul is forfeit am i not free."
"Then you are free now - held only by my 3 tasks, go - your deamons and undead awate."
Howling with glee the fogotten god of the underworld raced out of the chamber and then dissapeared down into the floor heading for hell.
Xcerus smiled - now the fun would begin.
He moved back up and reached the upper halls - upon walking about he overheard the conversation between Aragiel and the demi god. HE summond his pet and waited for the conversation to end ensuring he heard it all correctly.
Xcerus floated through the wall he had been behind his etherial form allowing him free movement. He confronted them both - his pet remaining outside of the chamber.
"You, i thought you dead. How dare you desert us like that have you no honner you petulant scum?" He looked at the elf "and you bringing that deamon into my palace - do you know the damage you have caused - we are a dying race and you would bring such suffering upon us - who are you to change the fait of the inconicu?!"
He was enraged - his anger was channeling to Arawen changing her - warping her - he had been touched by Taloth - he had succomed to the dark side - he was no longer a servent of light - he had fallen from grace great eyes swelled behind him - Arawen had broken free from the constraints put upon her. The freeing of Taloth had sent the gods into a panik.
"ANSWER ME OR DIE!"
Xcerus' royal guard of reavers enterd the room, eyes glowing an erie green their whips dripping a dark blue fire onto the floor ripples of crushing energy surging around them in red waves.
The Champion of Arawen felt the anger in his mistress then in the other realm somthing grabed his arms and pulled - looking up he saw several gods pulling him into their realm. They had mistaken him for his immortal brother - Taloth.
"Let me go you fools - what is the meaning of this i am arawen's champion!"
A great surge of energy raced towards him - he turned and raised a hand screaming as the energy dissipated - the power dispelled by the magic of Arawen's ring.
He pulled out a great whip flailing it about him keeping the gods and demi god away from him looking for an exit - a lesser god got to close and the whip lashed around its neck draining the soul from it. The god of Acorns had died.
The lesser gods turned to run terrified at this creatures ability to tear the soul of a god from its corporial being. Beyond space and time all the gods fought with this champion - all but those of hell and Arawen.

Eystal and Aragiel watched Xcerus shimmer while hanging in mid-air, and quickly withdrew. Eystal then cast a Storm Gate around what she could see of Xcerus, sending him back to his palace.

"Aragiel, come. The Blade is yours, you have but to take it up."

They quickly moved through Eystal's Keep, to her private study. Opening the door, they saw the sword lying on an altar, bathed in a baleful red glare. Aragiel walked forward, and tentatively picked up the sword. She turned to Eystal, and simply said:

"I now know what to do."

Eystal nodded.

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Majin Thar, Xcerus Majin Kian and Azul all heard Eystal's voice at the same moment. They all listened carefully.

"The Blade is revealed for all to see. It has a true wielder, one who will serve the interests of the Middle Plane faithfully. I shall protect the wielder with all my might from any who might try to take Thrandir's Blade.
"The Gods know the prophecy at this point. A time of great changing will happen, and the Balance will be altered forever. But this must occur, as the Gods know full well."

They suddenly knew where the Blade could be found, as Thrandir's spirit sang out its final song.

OOC:Enn,read previous posts.Majin Thar and Wen Kian are there for the climatic showdown.and let me tell you this,they are VERY powerful.but they are not Wen Kian or Mjin Thar anymore.They are very much more.

Gaoron brought the Dragonballs together.He would wish his brother back.He had felt his death,felt his fight with Majin Thar.Wen Kian had suddenly disappeared over 2 years ago,drawn to some distant reality,judging from what they knew now.Majin Thar had followed him.

He had felt the battle,felt the power,knew that Wen Kian now cast off his Majinate,now,once again,Kassim Wen Kian,Saiyan Prince.He had felt the ancestral powers come together to help free him in the afterworld.

The Great Dragon floated before him,awaiting his wish."Tethinga,grant my wish,for as summoner of the Dragonballs,I wish my cousin the Saiyan Prince back from the dead."

With a violent flare,the Dragonballs cracked,the Dragons spirit exhausting itself in pulling the Saiyan Prince back from the dead,for so great was the hold of the Afterworld on him.A Saiyan or emisaiyan only grew stronger with near death experiences.To resurrect one was to grant them even greater power.Gaoron had felt his brother attain the status of Black Star SSJ,while Gaoron himself was only at SSJ4,others at the Mystic stage.Only one other,their father,had ever attained the transcendant powers of the Black Star SSJ state.

In a vast crater,at the centre,in all his glory,stood the Saiyan Prince,Kassim Wen Kian the First.He let loose a roar that shook the planet,while immediately powering up to Black Star SSJ,immense,star destroying energies firnly under control.

Gaoron whirled to suddenly see a strange portal open,a figure standing within that beckoned to Wen Kian.A strange figure whose presence was cloaked.

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Wen Kian accelerated,blazing power sheathing him.He approached the portal where the Ulthaj who had first offered him the quest beckoned.Now was the final battle,the one which would decide his fate.He had fought the Majin force with the help of his ancestor's,and he was free.

He knew what to do.He plunged through the vortex which immediately closed,preventing his brother from following."Brother,I will be back.Say hello to your son,my nephew for me will you?Tell him Uncle Kassim is back."

He immediately reentered the reality of Aragiel,the room where she was,to see the Blade of Hate clasped in her hand,Eystal standing before her.The raw power of his being emitted outwards,contained within his being,the power to destroy stars being emitted every second,enclosed within the blue flame aura that encapsulated his body.His hair was a molten gold,waving in the ripples of energy and lightning that rippled,flowed and sparked across his aura.

"Aragiel,I am back.Take the blade,and run.Eystal,go with her.One comes,a foe far beyond you.It is not your battle.Go."

He turned to face a slowly opening vortex,twisting and warping,collapsing one second,expanding another.Through it stepped a familiar figure,a twisted smile on his face.

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Majin Thar laughed a deep,booming laugh.He had been to the Hellpit.What had occured in there,the exchange between him and Thrandir,had resulted in what he was now.Thrandir was infinitely more powerful than Majin Thar.To Thrandir,Majin Thar was a gnat.

What Thrandir hadn't counted on was that this gnat could absorb foes into his being.Which was exactly what Majin Thar had done.Majin Thar was absolute evil.Thrandir,despite his damnation,still had feelings of compassion,resulting in his aid of Azul,misconstrued as an attempt to control him.He had lashed out with his powers,in his prison,only to have it absorbed by Majin Thar.

He now stepped out of the portal,cloaked in chaos,cloaked in terror,liquid flame cloaking him in an aura of evil and terror,any hope being sucked away.Slowly,all the Majin force had drained into him.He was THE Majin itself,its very embodiment.Of course,if he were to die,the force would only regrow.That would take at least a billion years though.Within him were the combined strengths,skills,wisdom and knowledge of the mightiest daemon king of all,Thrandir,who had no equal,who had destroyed gods,cast down planes,was the equal in power of all 3 Lords of Creation combined.
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In the Higher Planes,reality trembled as the Principal Powers girded themselves for war,the Elder Gods and Uriz and Yaloth slowly taking shape.In the Lower Planes,daemons prepared,even Baruthuzel taking form.
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The Emissary stood his ground before the Ultimate Majin.Wen Kian stood before Majin Thar,yet both weren't Wen Kian or Majin Thar.They were more.

With the force of a billion hammers hitting anvils,the Emissary combined with all his ancestors,all his relatives,their essences drawn to him,the fusion of the greatest living power the Middle Plane had ever seen.

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Gaoron felt the call.He felt pulled towards the strange portal that mysteriously appeared in front of him.Slowly,throughout the home reality of Wen Kian,every living Saiyan and Demisaiyan was thrust through the portals,twisting through the Omniverse,the call too great to resist.

He saw his brother standing before the Ultimate Majin.Somehow,he knew,his mind expanding in all directions,merging and melding with others,fusing,the spirits of all fusing into the entity that would be known henceforth as the Emissary of the Ulthaj.They had been chosen.Their blood marked them.Their relationships bonded them to this fate,as the bodies of many fighters and warriors,friends from the past,collided together in a cataclysmic explosion to create the new god.
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The Emissary and the Ultimte Majin faced each other in the ruined waste where Eystal's castle had stood.They could feel the paths of time converging and diverging,twisting and writhing,the armies of the different forces all going for the Blade.

The Emissary was there to stop the Ultimate Majin from claiming the Blade.The Ultimate Majin was there to possess it for its own means,to disseminate chaos eternal.Slowly,the two gods,combined equallng the power of Allah himself,brought their most powerful attacks to bear.
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Yaloth strode amongst the daemonkin,cutting a swath through them in the melee,Highmen slashing through the assembled ranks of the daemons,undead and vampires,while Urash Khan,Theval and Imraz grappled with the Great Chaos Powers.Arawen,Tyil,Nethulah and the other Principal Powers,led by Rahmat,crashed upon the ranks of the daemon army like a tidal wave.

Angels,demigods and gods fell,for every one killed,300 daemons falling.Arawen lashed out with her powers,even as Taloth leapt through the swarms towards her,his dark form causing all to recoil except the Principals.Urash Khan met him in a hail of blows from his Bloody Hand,for Urash Khan,a Principal Power,was the Bloody Handed God and Khan of Khans,not to mention the God of Mercy.In this case,he showed no mercy,his molten body crushing Taloth into a ball before hurling him into a horde of vampires that cut him to pieces.
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Azul howled as a demigod rushed at him.He slammed his blade through it,letting it bleed,before cutting a swathe through a horde of daemons toward the center,where Eystal stood,warding off attacks from millions of daemons and the Corrupted,as well as undead.Beside her,Aragiel wielded the Blade,running it through any enemies that came too close.

Yaloth himself,in physical form,bestrode the hillock where Aragiel was,beside Uriz,protecting her and the Blade.He sent a crackling beam towards a daemon prince,disintegrating it.Uriz danced through the melee,his warblades singing in the air as they drank the blood of fallen enemies.Side by side,the Lord of Order and the Lord of Shadow repelled attack after attack from Vampires and Demonkind alike.

Imraz met Liliath,Greatest Chaos Power and Mother of All Vampires,in a clash of magic,spirit and blade,their attacks warping the very fabric of the Middle Plane.Baruthuzel wanted the Blade,to determine the fate of the Middle Plane.No deals were held sacrosanct.All bets were off.This was for the future of the Middle Plane.Imraz lifted up Liliath,before slamming her into the dust,as Azul fought his way to her side,to protect the Mother of Vampires,his ancestor.Imraz the Destroyer swept him aside with a backhand,before pummeling a vampire count into the ground,mashing his body.

Thrandir was no threat,absorbed by Majin Thar,who was now the Ultimate Majin,not Thar.Battle now raged across the world of Rond,as portals opened throughout,through which poured the hordes of the High Planes and Heaven,the Low Planes and Hell.

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In the very depths of Hell,the Majin unleashed his full power,the Emissary showing no restraint as well.Energies that shattered galaxies were unleashed,Hell itself cracking and fracturing under the great stress.

They moved faster than time,fought on many levels,spiritual,psychic,physical,temporal.They warped space,even as the Emissary sent the Majin reeling back,with blow after blow directed at his face,blast after blast of galaxy shattering attacks slamming into the Majin.

Demons that were caught in the melee died by the thousands,then the billions,their souls merging together,as the Ultimate Majin drew them to him,using them to power attacks and grow stronger.

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Allah felt the disturbance from the reality of eir child Uriz.The prophesied time for that world had come.Now,'e would judge its fate.Some force was interfering in that reality.

Walking the strands of fate,'e shifted form,a blazing figure of white light observing the battle.This was the test.If they proved themselves worthy,Uriz and Yaloth would be rewarded.
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Attacks shattered on the Emissary's shield,as the Emissary summoned the most powerful attack that had devastated Majin after Majin before.An attack who magnitude could very possibly wipe out Hell and extinguish demonkind for once and for all.

Slowly,an orb formed in the Emissary's hands,taking shapr as it gathered energy.A Genki Dama.A Spirit Bomb.It drwe the Ki of billions,then trillions,as throughout the Middle Plane,species after species throughout the many worlds died,their life essence suddenly drained.
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Eytal was bleeding.She slowly felt the light of Yaloth touch her,even as it deflected away from an attack by a minor god of chaos,the God of untidy homes.She ripped out his lower jaw before Yaloth lifted him on high and shattered him by slamming him across the back of another demon.

ooc: Azul realizes that he is a puppet of evil, and he then decides to make his own destiny...

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Azul lay on the ground, half-dead. All around him, he saw thousands dying. It was indeed the final battle of good versus evil. He let out a groan as he closed his eyes and awaited death.

She never came. Instead, he saw his father standing with Azul's family. Azucrot looked at his son with a great smile on his face. Azul's wife stood there holding his son. Was he in heaven? No...he had commited so many sins...but where was he?

Azucrot walked to him. "Son, I am glad to see you again."

"Where am I?" asked Azul.

"You are in purgatory. A place where the good and the evil stand united." replied his father.

"But I have only done evil! Why am I here?"

"Because you are going to do something far greater than all of your sins." Azul looked at him confused. "My son, you have been a puppet of Thrandir and Liliath. They have tried to make you create their paradise."

"What?"

"Son, cut your strings, create your own destiny." with that, Azul's father lifted his hand. A sudden gyst of wind shot Azul back. Back into his body.

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Azul opened his eyes. He felt a new strength within himself. He rose to his feet. All around him, thousands lay dead. In front of him, the battle between Wen Kian and Thar continued. "Create my own destiny..." he whispered.

He saw Eystal rip out a lesser god's jaw. She continued to kill more demons and gods of chaos. Behind her though, was another god. He had a cruel smile as he raised his sword to strike her.

"NO!" Azul screamed as he ran towards her. The god looked at him confused. Eystal looked at him and preparred for an attack. Just inches away from her, he leapt into the air and came down on the god. His sword thrust deep into his skull.

Eystal looked at him amazed. "You saved me! Why?" she aske him.

He thrust his word into another demon's chest and twisted it. "I wish to redeem myself. To help stop Thar." he said as he lifted two more with his mind and started beating them together.

"Thank you, but you must protect Aragiel!" with that, she turned and charged into a group of demons. Azul turned and saw the elf, holding the blade of hate. He froze. His prize was so close. He could simpily reach for it, and take it from her. Time suddenly stopped.

He stood looking at the blade. His hand began to reach for it. "Take the blade...create a new age for your people..." whispered Liliath in his mind.

"No! Use it to challenge the gods! Become a god yourself!" interuppted Thrandir.

He began to sweat. His heart beated faster and faster. He swallowed. The two voices chanted in his mind, over and over. "Stop it...stop it...STOP!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "I shall create my own destiny! I am not a puppet!" Time sped up again.

A demon jumped at the elf. She was unpreparred. Azul shot forward inbetween the two. He grabbed the creature's neck and twisted it. He dropped it to the ground.

Aragiel starred at him for a moment. "You are the vampire! You have come for the blade!" she raised it.

"I'm sorry, but you're wrong about that. I'm here to help you get out of here!" he suddenly grabbed her hand and chanted, "Kinfer treo inger kios." the two of them suddenly appeared away from the battle. She was stunned.

he chanted the words and he once again appeared in the battle. He raised his sword and began to fight his former allies...

great storm gate rippled open and Xcerus stepped out into the middle of the battle his pet ripping into anything that came near, deamon, vampire or other Xcerus stodd there looking around at the may hem - a balrog charged him his pet ignoring it buisily hacking through several vampires their bodies exploding as its flaming sword scythed through them. The great beast reached Xcerus and brought a firery red blade down onto the shade. The blade passed right through him. Looking up it seamed that this was all Xcerus needed to get started - his hands waved and green light flooded the air as the balrogs soul was tourn appart - the storm gate widened and a flood of resurected reavers swarmed out hacking away - a new army had arrived - one trained in the destruction of undead and deamon alike.
Xcerus looked about and called to the heavens his voice booming across the battle field -
"TALOTH THE TIME HAS COME YOUR FIRST TASK WILL BE REQUESTED!"
The form of taloth swirled in the air around Xcerus.
"Yes, what is it necromancer?"
Open hell - let out all the deamons and set them on my side - let the armies of Arawen and hell unite!"
"Your wish is my command."
A great hell mouth opened and all the densins of hell where unleashed - bog wraiths, the dead shades of balrogs walked about picking up great clumps of vampires devouring them in mouthfulls banishing them to the lower planes of hell. Great winged harpies swarmed out into the sky spiraling around and tearing into those below with their golden talons.
Dragon Ogres emerged huge centor like creatures the lower body in the form of a dragon the upper in the form of an ogre - much like a sentor roaring hundreds of them flew from the hell mouth.
Xcerus smiled as Arawen moved beside him - "You have done well my chosen child."
Xcerus bowed "Grant me the power to do what is nessacary, in return my soul shall rest with you once this day is done."
"of course my child - Arawen's eyes glowed - surges of redlight flickering over the form of Xcerus. He felt the knowledge of the gods fill him - he looked skywards. Then he appeared above the swarming hordes below him - looking down he poured energy out of him down and into the undead - capturing them changing them - they became deamons under taloth's control - by combining hte will of the two gods he changed one army into his own - Reaver stood next to deamon now one side of the battle turned towards the vampires preparing to tear these foe appart.

Then he saw what he wanted - the vampire king moving through his army.
Xcerus began to concentrate pulling the life force of over a million deamons into himself controling it into a great pool of mana charging himself up beyond the normal bounds of mortals that his shade form allowed. Then he looked into his foe finding chinks in his body - places his sould could be removed from - locking them into his memory he began to pull - he began to tear the soul from the vampires body - more and more deamons died as he continued to charge the spell forcing more and more mana into it.
"Xcerus screamed at him - WHERE IS THE BLADE!"
Azul began to feel his soul being tugged out of his body pulled into Xcerus where it would be sent to the deepest realms of hell for all it had done.
"WHERE IS THE ELF! TELL ME NOW!"
A dark swirling vortex appeared around Azul as his soul was pulled from his body once more - the teather already weakened by his first death and yet the millions of souls he had slane held him to this plane of existance.
"Your killing will not go unasnwered - you can never purify your soul!"

From the back of the vampire army a great warrior could be seen striding through them blue armour flickering as blows were deflected and the loud thump of blows landing on sheild could be heard. Most prominant of all were whip cracks followed by screaming as souls were tourn from vampire's. Arawen's champion looked about as a demi god charged him he opened his maw and a slain soul rushed out slamming into the demi god renching its own soul from within a terrifying scream was heard as the demi god's soul gained entrance to Taloth's hell.
A vampire tore out a huge chunk of flesh from his back, it instantly turned into dust and flew back into the wound healing it. The reaver champion turned whip flaining into the vampires chest draining its soul before firing it into another slamming the second into the ground as its soul traveld to hell.

Azul could feel his soul being torn out of him. "Not again!" he yelled. He firmly held onto his blade, which now glowed like a demon's eyes. He used it to cut the teather to hell, his soul would never be taken by the necromancer.

He could see millions of souls flying above him, many flying into a vortex of hell. "I call upon the souls of the dead to help me be victourious!" Suddenly, the vortex shut. Xercus was clearly shocked. The souls of the dead came shooting at Xercus, hitting him with phantom weapons.

"How can this be? A vampire able to control the souls of the dead? Its impossible!" he said as he began to attack the spirits of those he had killed.

Azul raised his sword. "Necromancer, you are indeed a fool...I hold before me, The Blade of Souls. With it at full power, I can not only absorb souls, I can control them." His sword suddenly shot a bright light at Xercus. He gave out a scream as it hit him, blasting him through a wall.

Azul jumped forward screaming. He slashed at Xercus again and again. Azul now knew his true destiny, to protect the blade of his family, and to kill all who went after it...

With a wave of his gast hand the undead spirits returned to his mana pool - looking around he saw Azul standing above him.
The blade came racing down towards Xcerus screaming as it cut through the air. It passed right through the shade slamming into the stone benieth him. Rising into the air the necromancer began casting another spell.
"WHERE IS THE ELF WHORE, you cannot kill me!"
A great surge of dark power washed over Azul causing him to feel a numbing cold race through him, his hands grew weak and his muscles slackend - loosing his grip on the balde as he fell to his knee's using the blade as support.
"If i must i will flay your soul from your body. You are a fool to try and change your destiny - you are not pure - you are evil incarnate. You will burn in the deepest fires of hell for what you have done!"
Arcs of lightning flickerd into the hoaly magic charing flesh.
"Tell me where she is and this will end." Xcerus looked down on the pitiful mortal. The magic stoped for a split sencond "I can bring you releif" the lighnting restarted as the last word was said "or i can break you down peice by peice until only your soul remains. Then you will have but no choice to tell me such will be your desire to pass on. Hell will look appealing, you would wish you had never returned to this plane of existance." Xcerus sneared at the vampire.
"You have been told you are to correct your wrong's and yet you still use the blade through which you caused the wrongs. You are no better than the lich preists who defile this land with their undead scourge!"

The battle was turning, now that the undead where deamons the reaver and deamon alliance were pushing the vampire's back slaying them as they went - those that ran met Arawen's champion scything them down, whip flickering about tearing souls from their body's before firing them back at new targets.
Arawen raced across the battle field desperiatly looking for the blade - looking below she saw Xcerus fighing with the vampire fool - lloking about once more she saw her target - Eystal.
She tore through the sky millions of inconicu souls tearing after her ripping appart the gods that got in her way.
A great booming female voice rang out over the battle field. "You seek balance!? Then hand me the blade and i shall show you balance. I will return the undead and deamons to the hell they deserve - only mortals will walk upon this planet as it was intended. That is balance. Where is the blade!"

Azul breathed in and out heavily. He looked up at Xercus. "My destiny is what I make of it." he whispered so that only the necromancer could hear. "I will never help you..." Xercus glared at him.

"So be it."

Azul suddenly felt the whip of his enemy crack against his skin. He winced in pain as he began to weaken even more so. Again and again, Xercus lashed him with his weapon. He raised it once more and preparred for the final strike. "You are the fool." The whip came flying down at Azul.

Azul rolled out of the way, and watched as the whip hit the ground, causing the stone floor to crack. He lifted his sword again and it fired the light at Xercus. Once again, the blast sent him flying.

The light continued to shoot from his blade, into the necromancer. When Azul lowered it, he saw a gaping hole in Xercus's chest. Both were shocked to see this. "PREPARE FOR DEATH YOU WHELP!" screeched Xercus as he charged at Azul.

His whip suddenly wrapped around Azul. It began to glow an erie red as his soul was slowly being ripped from his body. "My soul is not yours to claim!" yelled Azul as he cut the whip in half. Xercus was caught off guard and Azul once again shot the light at Xercus. It hit him again.

Xercus looked at the vampire. He had to concentrate...he couldn't die at the hands of this fool! He yelled as he used all of his power to move away from the beam. He shot to the side and watched as the beam cut through the demons behind him.

"Why won't you die?" screamed Azul as he moved the beam in his direction. Xercus quickly dodged it, crawling on the walls like a spider. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" he yelled. He didn't notice the demi god creeping up on him. It let out an unholy roar as it punched Azul.

He was caught off guard. He watched himself fly in the air and pass through many walls of stone. Azul suddenly slammed a wall, causing him to stop. He felt his ribs break as he hit it with a crunch. The va,pire winced as he tried to get up, but the demi god stepped on his back.

Azul felt his spine get crushed under the weight of the demi god. He let out a yell in pain as he was then slammed into the wall. He was breathing even harder now. The thing grabbed his neck and slammed him into the wall again. It grinned as it twisted his neck. He fell to the ground motionless.

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Xercus watched from afar. "pity, I would have enjoyed doing that." he turned and began to fight again...

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Only moments after his death, Azul's blade glowed even more. The souls that he had captured, were now as loyal as dogs...

"The masters dead?"

"How?"

"It can't be?"

"Can he be saved?"

The voices of the souls all simultaniuosly said, "Yes." The blade glowed even brighter now. It was lifted into the air by some force unknown to even Allah. It raised it self and took aim at Azul's chest. It shot forward into him.

Instead of claiming his soul, it gave him a "new" one. The blade used magic unknown to this world to "trade" one of the souls in the blade for Azul's. It shot it into his body.

He gasped as he opened his eyes and felt his bones reconstruct instantly. He saw his sword in his chest, and grabbed the hilt. He ripped it out and wiped off his blood. He felt stronger than ever. All of his wounds were healing in seconds.

He now looked at the demi-god that had attacked him. He smiled, and plunged his sword into the confused monster's throat, taking it's soul, and repowering the blade to full strength...

Xcerus looked down at his chest as the shade swelled back around it reparing the rent. he looked towards where the figure had lain only to see him standing pulling the blade from his chest.
"Foul deviant - how dare he defy his fait!"
Surges of blue energy wrapped around the vampire and began to crush him - the swelling souls of the battle comming to Xceru's aid unquestioningly knowing that he could send them to hell or let them into Arawen's paradice.
Bones began to snap as the Vampire was forced to the ground. Xcerus tossed his whip aside and a staff appeared in his hand.
"So you will not fall to the flail then you will fall to the tourcher of necromantic powers."
He fired a great surge of green dire energy into the vampire draining the new soul it burst from his chest and the vampire slumped to the floor once more - dark powers still crushing the corpse. Xcerus pushed the blade into the stone using his powers melding it with the cold hard floor.
He looked at the soul held before him by the bantom spectre's.
"You have elicted the way of PAIN!" From the tip of his staff a spirit whip appeared - Xcerus began to flail into the soul before him tearing chunks of its essence from it as aganising waves of pain rasped through it. He looked into the soul delving as its bonds broke - searching for the elf's hiding place. "Where is she." He whisperd under his breath but to the soul the voice was booming stunning him.

Taloth rose above his huge army as it crushed the last of the vampire's
The demi gods spiraled below him recognising him as their righful leader. They looked on as Arawen and Eystal fought.
"WE MOVE TO THE VAMPIRE REALM - LET US FINISH THESE SCUM OFF FOR GOOD!"
The deamon hord roared with approval and the massive army moved through hell gates to appear out side the city's gate where they laid seige to the Vampires.

Arawen blasted Eystal out of the air slamming her into the ground. "Bow before me and this madness end's - I stop the horde and restore balance. You know what you must do."

Arawen's Champin moved towards the area that Xcerus was standing in and watched as he flayed the soul.

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ooc: uh...why did you just kill me? I really kinda wanted to be in this more. I am sorry but I need to ignore some of that last post, such as the part when my character's weapon gets destroyed. I can handle the part with him getting his soul ripped out, but I still want to come back.

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"Where is she?" boomed the voice of Xercus. Though Xercus only whispered it, it was louder than a thousand explosions to Azul. His mind was slowly being torn apart by Xercus. He was searching for the keeper of his family's blade. His destiny was to protect the keeper, nothing could stop him from that.

He began to see the line between him and hell grow back. it was pulling him towards the unknown. Azul was indeed terrified.

"TELL ME YOU BASTARD! TELL ME WHERE YOU HID HER!"

Azul would have sneered if he had a mouth. He would have spat at the ground, he would have killed his enemies...if he had a body. He saw his sword lying next to his fallen body.

He concentrated, trying to ignore the continuos booming of Xercus's voice. The sword shot out an even greater light, one that was pure and good. The light tore through the bond between Azul and Xercus. His soul raced back to his body.

Now that he was back, he grabbed the sword with both hands, and pointed it at Xercus. It tore through the necromancer like tissue paper. Azul watched as his enemy writhed in pain as he was slowly dissapearing into the air. He watched as his sword changed into something new. Something far greater than the Blade of Souls. It was now the Blade of Redemption.

The blade that only a messenger of light could bear, was now in Azul's hands. It glowed blue and all that were good suddenly felt a great warmth inside. They began to fight even harder now, against the army of darkness.

Azul stopped the flow of energy and flew towards the injured Xercus. "There is still time to join us Xercus. You too can be saved." He lowered his hand to him and felt it thrown to the side. Xercus shot another wave of darkness at Azul.

He quickly brought up his sword to block it. He felt the darkness wash over him, then subside. Azul once again lowered his hand. "You are indeed strong, you would be a great help for us." He waited for a response.

ooc: where the heck is Ilham? Shouldn't the fight between Kian and Thar be begining soon? Oh well. Also, please don't kill my character, it isn't all that fun to have someone kill you. I have a plan for my character, sort of like what Ilham has for his.

OOC;sorry couldn't post for so long.anyway,read some earlier posts and you will find that The Emissary and the Ultimate Majin are fighting.and its a fight that goes on many levels.a certain Ulthaj character mentioned comes back.

The Emissary and the Ultimate Majin were figting on many levels.Hell was the main level,the galaxy-shattering attacks from either one slamming into each other,destroying billions of daemons,major and minor.

It took place across dimensions,in different forms.Above the battlefield itself,Wen Kian battle Majin Thar.The Emissary was a collection of the greatest heroes,a fusion of all ancestors and relatives of Wen Kian and Wen Kian himself.The Ultimate Majin was the ultimate embodiment of the Majin force,as well as those who had been absorbed within Majin Thar.

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Thrandir screamed as the final part of him was siphoned off into the Ultimate Majin,out of his descendant Azul.The greater part of his being had been absorbed initially,but a a fragment still existed,within the mind of Azul.He was wrenched through into the Ultimate Majin.
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Above the battlefield,in the Middle Plane, another battlefield,the visible forms of Wen Kian and Majin Thar were in full battle.As The Emissary was a multidimensional being,as was the Ultimate Majin,it existed in multiple forms and shapes,this one but a pale reflection of the combat between the main forms,taking place in Hell.

Wen Kian sent a Dragon Kick straight into Majin Thar,sending him tumbling.The feelings were indescribable,his power combined with that of his ancestor and relatives.So many dimensions,the struggle ebbing and flowing.Hell itself was beginning to fragment under the fight between the main forms.He powered through Thar,s defences,before a spinning kick sent Thar back into a mass of Highmen.The Highmen were thrown back as Majin Thar sent a blast of Ki at him,which Wen Kian deflected.

So the dance of battle continued anew.Neither could go to their full power states,the Emissary and the Ultimate Majin,which they were parts of,in a manner of speaking,were drawing on their powers.

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The avatar Yiyil the Lady of Death and Queen Goddess of the Elves strode through the battle to her sister Arawen.The eyes of her physical form flared.Slowly,through the tumult of of it all,there approached her brother,the Bloody Handed God,The God of Murder and Mercy,Urash Khan.

"ARAWEN!WHAT ARE YOU DOING?I AM THE LEADY OF DEATH.I AM DEATH!YOU HAVE UNLEASHED TALOTH YOU FOOL.Sister,we are the Principal Powers,but you act like some inept child.You want to make it a paradise,the Middle Plane,claim it for yourself,don't you,to blalnce it as you see fit through your inconicu?I am the Lady of Death.I am the one who gives and takes life.It is through me that you gained your power.I will not let you unbalance the scales,just as our father Yaloth has done."

Just then,Thul the Warrior King and Lord of Destruction tackled Taloth,even as Theval the Black Angel and Imraz turned to meet with the Champion of Arawen.They stood by his end,before directing him towards where Arawen and Eystal fought.
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Arawen was cast aside by the Elder God Ethas,the God of Weather,Thunder and Lightning.Arawen was a Young God and a Principal Power of the Young God's,among the most powerful of the Young Gods and supreme authority,second only to Yiyil in overseeing death.Arawen was restrained by her sister goddess Yiyil,for Yiyil did not wish to harm her,both being of the samne family.Arawen,driven to fulfill her agenda,hurled her sister back and sent her reeling,only to find her sister,greater than her in authority and power shielded by her elder brother,the God of Murder and Mercy,Urash Khan,most powerful and majestic of the Principal Powers,but second in authority to Rahmat or Yiyil,having chosen yo do so for his own reasons.One who enforced an authority could not themselves rebel.All Principals followed the authority of Yiyil and Rahmat.Arawen had chosen to rebel.

With a devastating backhand,Urash Khan sent his little sister flying,before picking her off the ground and casting great wards to hold her.Slowly,the Champion of Arawen approachd his goddess,flanked by Theval the Black Angel and Imraz the Destroyer,Imraz the Destroyer who was also the father of Arawen's many children,many of the Younger God's and angels who supervised death.With an unreadable expression,the former lovers met each other gazes.

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The Ulthaj stepped through the portal into the mess.A Balrog cast a glance at the strangely armoured figure. The Ulthaj, as had been mentioned earlier was omnipotent beyond comprehension.The power of an Ulthaj was a galaxy,and Allah’ power was an atom in that galaxy.

The Balrog dissolved into dust.He stared at Wen Kian fighting with Majin Thar,while the main forms of the Emissary and the Ultimate Majin fought in Hell,in the lowest plane.The Ulthaj decided to intervene in that battle.Indirectly.He had watched for so long.He felt pity for these entities.Such fighting.They should be grateful they did not face the Great Devourer as he had.Now imprisoned on Harroth.

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The Emissary fired the Genki Dama as it suddenly and inexplicably powered up,beyond the Emissary's control.It slammed into the Ultimate Majin and exploded,the Spirit Bomb detonating in a furious backwash that the Emissary dissolved in,its component souls sent of the winds of the Ulthaj back to their proper places.The Ultimate Majin was shattered,Thrandir along with it.The Ulthaj had gotten quite tired of the irritating little gnat.It possessed power it should never have had.

Soon,things would be back to normal for Wen Kian and Majin Thar at least,as they got back the powers that had been part of the Emissary and the Ultimate Majin,regaining their full strength.As for the Hell plane of this universe,it would remain shattered as it was.The Ulthaj had its reasons for doing this.Neither individual would remember it.To them,they had simply been fighting.To all the divine beings in this dimension as well as demonic beings,they would not remember this ever happening,not remember the sudden surge of power that had eclipsed everything else for less than a plank second.In fact,no entity within this universe would ever know,not even Allah,its primogenitor.

In the primal battle between Uriz and Baruthuzel in the beginning,the Ulthaj had seeded a child of its own into the disharmony and chaos,from which arose Yaloth,a child of both these primal forces and the Ulthaj,in a very real sense the child of Allah as well,for Allah had sent out a plea,only to unexpectedly get Yaloth.

Of course,Yaloth would never have this knowledge,as no entity in this megaverse,this omniverse of Allah’s creation,would ever have.Not even Allah itself,its memories altered by the Ulthaj with a single spark of thought.

The Ulthaj gathered the orb that was all that remained of Thrandir’s essence and closed his palm,banishing the gnat that was Thrandir to the greatest place of damnation,to be with the Great Devourer,origin of all chaos and evil.

Slowly,it waded through the battle,becoming immaterial before vanishing into the air,no trace of its presence remaining. To all of the beings in this universe,Thrandir would have somehow disappeared,and it would remain a mystery for them for a long time.
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At the moment the Majin force was disrupted and cast back to Wen Kian's home reality,to regenerate its power,the scream of Thrandir's inexplicable demise echoing in the consciousnes of all,Wen Kian and Majin Thar suddenly felt a return of the strength and awareness,the greater part of their souls they had given over to the 2 powerful collective forms.

They stared at each other with newfound awareness.Then they charged.

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Millions of beings were thrown backwards by the shockwave of the two titanic forces meeting each other.A streak flew through the air,slamming into Xcerus and continuing on,digging a deep furrow into the ground that stretched for kilometres before the object finally came to a halt.

Majin Thar arose in the full fury of his Ultimate form, Wen Kian standing before him in the Black Star SSJ form.The raw power radiating from both sent others reeling,except the gods. Their power was now fully under control.They were god-like beings,but the Majin force was shattered and regenerating for a billion years,and Majin Thar knew it.

Staring into the green pupils of Wen Kians eyes,surrounded by a dark gold,Majin Thar saw his doom.

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Xcerus,Eystal and Azul stared at the reawakened beings before them.The power of their auras radiated outwards in visible ripples throughout the various spectrums of energy. Even the gods took notice. The power to destroy a star every second being pumped out,now under such control.The battle that had fragmented Hell itself was now here.

Wen Kians voice slammed into everybody,nearly shattering the eardrums of Aragiel.

“Majin Thar, for your crimes,for your evil,for all your sins.I sentence you.As the Saiyan Prince and Lord of Stars within my reality,where the crimes were committed by you,by the power of the Elder Dragons,by the justice of the Ancient Dragons,by the AUTHORITY OF THE SUPREME DRAGON GIVEN TO ME,I sentence you to DEATH.DEATH IN ALL FORMS.No mercy will be shown to you.You will be place in the dakest dungeons of King Yamma’s halls until the end of time.You will not be purified as other Majin’s were granted,for you have shown yourself remorseless and regretless in your actions.Answer me.”

Majin Thar gave his reply. He slowly began to funnel his power into a Sangoru Nasu attack,the same attack that Wen Kian had.Soon,they were engaged in a duel, Wen Kian using one hand to fight him with a Sangoru Nasu blast and summoning an Ultimate Spirit Bomb in the other,drawing on the Ki of the living and those recently dead from the whole Middle Plane,the backwash of energies creating hurricane force winds that blew back even the gods,who barely stood their ground.Eystal crouched on the ground,while Aragiel held sway,impaling the sword in the very soil.Azul and Xcerus,for a slightly comical few moments,held on to each other to avoid being blown away,as the attacks continued to increase in power.

Aragiel sank to the ground, clutching onto the Blade, while Majin Thar and Her Wen Kian fought once more. She managed to pull the Blade from the earth, in time to kill a lesser daemon that had leapt toward her. Then she heard the strangest sound. It sounded as if something was being torn asunder.

Then she realised what it was. The Blade of Hate was not onnly killing the daemon's body, but was destroying its very soul. Not absorbing the soul as with the Blade of Souls, but destroying it. She then knew of the ultimate power of Thrandir's Sword - the only weapon that could at last destroy a soul.

She stood, in silence, as the entire battlefield fell silent, watching her, with the exception of Wen Kian, Majin Thar and Eystal. The Emissary and the Majin continued fighting, whilst the demigod, the only one to have already known the power of the Blade, watched the Prince and the Majin fight. Eystal was preparing her power in case the Majin won.

Everyone else watched Eystal. All the Gods, all the daemons, the angels, the highmen, the mortals, everyone. They all waited to see what she would be doing with her weapon.

Wen Kian threw his full power in the Sangoru Nasu attack,the orange-red lance of light powered through to Majin Thar,who slowly began to disintegrate in it,even as he fired his own attack back.

With a massive shout,he launched the Eternal Spirit Bomb attack,an orb the size of a small moon slamming into Majin Thar.Majin Thar pushed it back,only to have it pulled forward.

Slowly,Wen Kian's energies were dipping as he dropped into Mystic SSJ,still outputting enough power to destroy a planet,but finely controlled by him,all the energy being poured into the Genki Dama attack he was powering through the resistance put up by Majin Thar.

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The melted Majin Thar knew now that there was no hope.He had felt the Majin force inexplicably shatter.Thrandir was nowhere to be sensed,somehow dissappearing from this universe.Strange.

His charred body could barely regenerate,even his strength useless.He attempted psionic attacks,but all were blocked,parried and deflected by his nemesis.Though an android,he was of biological origins.His power stores,while infinite,had been damaged by Wen Kian,who had blasted wave after wave of Ki at him,weakening him.

He was slowly giving in.He dropped to his Master Form,no longer able to sustain the great powers within him.

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Wen Kian pushed through the resistance,dropping to Mystic state finally,unable to maintain the mix of SSJ and Mystic any longer.Blood dripped from his many lacerations and wounds.Bodily fluids dribbled from his third-degree burns,slowly healing,even as he diverted power from all his reserves to fight Majin.The resistance was decreasing,but so was his power to ram the Spirit Bomb through.

But he had to.He only had 10 of life left,after which,he had to return,to the Elder Dragons,to take his place as the Universal Supreme Kai,Guardian of his Universe and chief of all Kai's,the post he had been appointed to when he had been judged.

With an almighty scream,his wounds drying in the backwash of heat,he powered through the Spirit Bomb,ramming Majin Thar into the ground.

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Majin Thar screamed in terror.This couldn't be happening!He was being defeated.He pushed back with all his might,resisting it.Out of the corner of his eye,he saw a blade,barely within reach.He grasped it,even as he felt the annihilation of his physical being,at all levels,his soul being drawn back to his own reality,back to the dungeons.He had spread fear,terror and suffering.He had felt no remorse,killing even innocent babies.Justice was overdue.

With this revelation,finally understanding the extent of his crimes,Majin Thar felt...........hollow.He began to chuckle,then exploded into laughter,even as the Spirit Bomb consumed his very essence.He had been his biggest enemy all along.By rejecting altruism and many of these other concepts of 'compassion',by his very hubris,by his overconfidence,the Majin force had betrayed him in the end.The Majin force was all-consuming,and he was its last and final victim.It was a self-defeating force,for in the end,it consumed its very bearers,forcing them to consume themselves in their greed.

Well,at least he would take Wen Kian with him.Even as his body disintegrated in the blast,his very soul dragged into the deepest dungeon by the Dragon Warriors of his world,their very presence rippling as they dragged him through a portal to the Afterword of his home reality,he sent the blade he gripped in his hand flying true.

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Wen Kian dropped from exhaustion,total and utter loss of his energies,utter tiredness overtaking him.As he dropped all shields,a blade suddenly slammed into him with hypersonic speeds.He felt the soul of Majin Thar now laugh,even as it was dragged into the Dungeons of King Yamma.

He was thrown backwards,impaled on the steel blade,piercing his veins.It did not matter.He was fated for becoming the Universal Supreme Kai,to guard his universe.This body of his would go with him,to dematerialise into dust and energy,for that was his gift.

Blood dripping from his eyes,his ears,his nose,his mouth,a gurgling coming from his lungs,he looked and saw Aragiel,Azul and Eystal before him.Slowly,the battle was subsiding.

He beckoned over to Aragiel and Eystal.

"I....go now to my ancestors,to protect my universe.Eystal,you...did what you had to do.No more will you worry.The threat of the Majins.....broken for a billion years.Aragiel and Eystal,your people,the Shadow Elves,they shall rise to the Higher Planes,alongside the Highmen."

He turned to Azul.

"Azul,you....have...redeemed yourself.Atone for your sins.Your family waits for you.Go to them.You will join them in a century.........your people....are one among many.Coexist with others...peace be with you.."

"This is the last and only time I come back.I go now to join my ancestors.Raise our daughter well Aragiel.I leave now.....and forever.In my reality,there is a saying when there is a union of man and woman.Till death do us part.I part from you now.Live a happy and blessed life Aragiel."

He turned to face the grim forms of Yaloth and Uriz,the Lords of Creation.

"As a mortal,I beseech you,destroy the Thrandir Blade.Give it to Allah,for it is a weapon that will twist all good intentions to evil.Thrandir made it.It is a part of him.His essence still lives on in it,though not as powerful.Cast it away and break the chains of fate."

With his final sight,he saw the spirit of his ancestors beckoning,and his body slowly sublimated,slowly turned to dust that rose beyond the view of all and dissappeared.

He would observe.His life had ended.The Emissary,the Saiyan Prince,the father of the Matriarch,was dead. Now, the Lord of Stars and Supreme Kai,Kassim,was what he would become.
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So it came to pass that one of the greatest Saiyan Princes to ever live passed to the Afterworld,through death to a new beginning.The Majin force shattered by the fusion of all his ancestral spirits and relatives.

Now,the hands of fate turned.The last Majin was gone.The universe would walk its own path.

All around them, were the bodies of demons, vampires, angels and gods. The massacre was now over. Azul sighed with relief.

His wounds slowly healed as he watched the hero die. The man he hardly knew had given his life to save this world. He had destroyed pure evil.

Azul was now at peace. His family's murderer was destroyed, and Azul was still alive. He smiled grimly. He now turned to Eystal and Aragiel.

"The blade is my burden. Please allow me to fulfill my destiny. Allow me to destroy this evil." he said quietly to the two of them. His hand reached for the blade. Aragiel was hesitant at first, but Eystal assured her that it would be all right. She handed the blade that so many had gone after.

He could feel the power flowing through the blade. He knew that it was evil, and that it would corrupt all who used it. He held the blade of his ancestor, he held the blade that could destroy all.

Azul placed it on the ground and took out his blade. The two were polar opposits, like Wen Kian and Majin Thar. Thrandir's Blade, full of evil. The Blade of Redemption, full of light.

The tip of his blade touched the hilt of the Blade of Hate. The energy in his sword shot a tiny beam of light into the hilt. there was a sudden shock wave, as the evil in the sword was destroyed.

It rose into the air, glowing red and white. It shot out a sudden wave of dark energy. Everyone but Azul was pushed back by an invisible force. They all watched as the wave of evil was taken in by Azul's blade. The power of the light in his sword destroyed the evil. The swords were pure.

Thrandir's Blade fell to the ground, and broke into pieces. He now looked up at the survivors of the battle. "The blade is now useless. The darkness has been cleansed. It is all over now." his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. All of his energy was gone. He knew that he would never see any of these people again.

The ground suddenly opened up, he sank into the earth. His quest was complete, but his life was not over. He would not be reawakened for another 500 years...

Urash Khan slowly surveyed the scenes of carnage before him.As the most powerful of the Young Gods,easily a match for even the most powerful Elder God in fact,the God of Murder and Mercy surveyed the battle scenes.The interlopers from another world,the Saiyan Prince and Emissary,and the Majin,were gone.

The Blade of Hate had been destroyed.He did not know how,but Thrandir had......dissappeared.None of the gods could sense such evil.Not even the Lords of Creation.

Before him he dangled Arawen in chains,his little sister and Goddess of Death.

"Little one,you defied the Principal Powers,the very authority we as Young Gods and Principal Powers ourselves must enforece,whether or not we like it.Those who enforce authority cannot themselves defy and rebel against it."

Arawen simply stared at him.Her dark gazeunreadable.

"Your punishment is very lenient.You will live a mortal life,devoid of your powers and authority.You will learn the ways of mortals.Perhaps,then,you will come to respect the power you onve had and will perhaps regain.Yiyil our sister takes over from you.Worry not about the Inconicu your people.I will care for them for the time you are a mortal Wulfen."

Slowly,Arawen eased a little,before her essence dissipated.She would be reborn.Perhaps then,her lessons would be learnt.

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Allah cast a look at his child Uriz.Uriz...........had passed the test.Allah was unreadable.Uriz didn't know what test he had passed.Yaloth looked over at Uriz,and Allah.The two would have to leave.The time of gods was over.Their time was over.The Elder Gods would leave.One would hve to replace the Lord of Creation.For there could now only be one Lord of Order.Uriz would choose from among the Principal Powers.

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Urash Khan felt violently uplifted,his power growing exponentially.He felt power flowing through him,new authority.He saw the Elder Gods of Yaloth and Uriz enter a portal,a figure of burnished gold there.Within,all the Highmen,all the Ascended Humans were leaving,the Elder Race leaving through a portal for new existence.

Allah uplifted Urash Khan,the God of Murder and Mercy.Uriz had chosen well.This time,he would give this one absolute authority,power greater than that which Thrandir possessed.

Now,Heaven was rather empty,the Elder Gods of Yaloth and Uriz having left along with their Lords.Mostly,it was angels now.Allah would need to choose a new one from among the demigods,one deserving of being uplifted.

A token was given to Urash Khan,the new Lord of All.Allah left.Slowly,in Urash Khan's mind,he contemplated the various demigods.One to take over as the Leader of the Principal Powers.Yiyil was lacking.From a mortal's point,no.From his point as Lord of All,yes.As was Rahmat.They would retain their positions,as they did well in those areas.Others,they were lacking in.

A name crossed his mind.One he had met long ago.Yes.The one called Eystal would do.He would give the token to her.

Aragiel suddenly knelt down, gasping. Eystal watched, and realised what was happening. Summoning the few remaining Shadow Elves, she ordered that Aragiel would be taken to the birthing house that had long been attached to Eystal's palace in preperation for such an event.

After closing the Storm Gate behind her guardswomen as they transported Aragiel, Eystal thought over the final days of the Blade of Hate. Her mission completed, Thrandir destroyed, the time of the Gods had passed. Mortals would now be changing the destiny of this plane.

Urash Khan was risen to Almighty status, she had heard the winds whispering. Arawen was turned mortal. Eystal did not doubt that she would meet the former Lady of Death soon. She suddenly heard Urash call, and turned to see him beckoning. Just before she accepted his offer, she smiled, as she heard a baby's cry.

A new beginning, indeed.