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| Detective Wesson | Nov 16 2013, 11:21 PM Post #1 |
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Shaitan left King Yema’s office in the company of two Ogre Guards who were interested in keeping their distance. They politely directed him in the right direction and left as soon as they could. Even in peace, the Ogres and the Efreet were wary of each other. The Descent to hell was an unceremonious one. Those who entered by sentence and not by a literal fall had to walk a great flight of stairs that seemed to descend for an Eternity. Shaitan, however, knew a thing or two about eternity. An eternity in that lamp had taught him patience. It had also sapped him of the strength his people pulled from. Magic: The greatest counterpoint to physical might in the known universe. And Otherworld practically glittered with it. Flakes of the stuff washed over Shaitan, flowing into him. Shaitan had been a fool to so crassly take on those mortals on New Vegeta. Even now with the power of the afterlife coursing through him, he still felt a pale shadow of his former self. The wind picked up. Shaitan couldn’t help but to feel the halo hanging over his head. Death was unfamiliar. The denizens of his realm returned to their own plane after an inconvenient death on the Mortal Plane. That he had not returned after meant his link was severed. Those that were imprisoned in lamps were typically placed there as temporary punishment. If they ever found their way out, they would be welcomed back into society. Shaitan was not. The Elders had removed his connection from the plane. He would never enjoy a basking in a Lava sauna, filling his lungs with the finest of Opium, or laying for days with the Royal Guards’ concubines. All this sacrifice for desire. Power. And Shaitan did not regret a thing. A grin spread across the Efreeti’s face. The Djinn of the City of Brass may know something of power, but they knew nothing of Shaitan’s wrath. Through the River Styx his power would be restored. Through those harboring the ancient secrets of Hell, his power would be restored. The ground would tremble underfoot when he returned to the City of Brass. The sycophants would line the streets to kiss the hem of his robe. The specs of consolidated magic spun around Shaitan in a bright crystalline tornado as he circled the descending stairway. Power mad fantasies spun through the Djinn’s head as he thought of flipping the City of Brass over, dipping it in the lava stream that kept it afloat. “Most of them could do with the bath” He muttered to himself. The magic waned as reality settled back down on Shaitan. Vengance would be his. But a very long path stood between him and the power Hell had in store. “Do you hear me Sulatan?!” Shaitan screamed over the edge, summoning the winds to carry his word deep into Otherworld “I will be your end! I will bring your own mortality crashing down on your head, while your palace crumbles around you!” His voice hoarse, his legs aching, Shaitan was sure of one thing. He had never felt so alive. Edited by Detective Wesson, Nov 17 2013, 03:19 AM.
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| Detective Wesson | Nov 16 2013, 11:23 PM Post #2 |
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[30 exp//100 zenni] 525 Words |
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| Kalkavek | Nov 16 2013, 11:26 PM Post #3 |
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Actual World Ender
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| Trellocks | Nov 18 2013, 12:56 AM Post #4 |
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In all my days I never thought I would see another genie in hell. What's your story, I died from taking a saiyan super serum. |
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