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The Debt to Pay; Escape from Hell
Topic Started: Dec 30 2013, 03:54 AM (109 Views)
Ametrine Prime
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"Yes now, it is interesting that you can crystalize your ki as such. The method for this technique is similar.", Dabura declared with all the patience of a child and the sternness of a judge. He had to get it right this time, Ametrine knew that if he couldn't encase his victim in stone with this shot of ki then he would be flung into the lake of sulfur to pick out the remains of the Vanitians who failed him prior. Channeling all of his ki through his third eye chakra, he flung ki out towards the captive soul with a sickening splatter.

"Argheuhuhueeg-", the soul cried out in pain as the ki encased him as frost engulfs the earth. Dabura stood vigilant, unmoving as the soul continued to writhe. If it had not been consumed whole by the stuff- he was all too eager to punish his pupil. Squirming the crystal shined in the braziers of the throne.

"Do all of your techniques have to be so obnoxious?", Dabura did not flinch as the light soon was relinquished from the rime of ki- almost in correction of his master's reprimand. The rime coalesced into a dome atop the creature's form, encasing him in diamond hard prisms.

"I will accept this as additional payment for my services.", his claws clicked on the prisms to check for integrity, "He would certainly make a fine ornament atop my spire.". The demon lord stared at Ametrine, who now had a relieved look upon his face.

A single fruit sped towards Ametrine's chest. He caught it with a grace that was in itself- crumbling beneath the presence of the Demon King. "What is this, Master? A snack?", Ametrine did not think Demon Lords believed in a thing such as "snack time".

"It is a fruit, from the Yema Tree. King Yema once had exclusive access to this tree, until I stole it away. It fuels the body and soul with pure power.", the Demon King's eyes flickered red with anticipation. Every fiber of the Vanitian's body felt compelled to please him, with great relish he bite into the flesh of the fruit.

It's texture was rubbery and it's taste was complex, not like any other pleasure fruit that V'aanatii could offer him. As he chewed it's small yield of flesh a rush of fluid ran down the back of his mouth- akin to the texture of fresh blood. The core of the fruit glowed keenly with a black hue, Ametrine saw nothing different with his body, but he felt the force of world's behind his every movement- indeed even time itself seemed to lapse beneath his most minute gait.

"I thought you would enjoy that.", Dabura muttered to himself, "I see now that the core is also regenerating.". Ametrine had told him nothing but it seemed the Demon Lord had thrown yet another test at him without telling the pupil.

"Within you I see a heart of darkness, but before me I see nothing but a shallow Vanitian. Unambitious and selfish, I see your kind here with great frequency.", Dabura folded his arms with disgust and intrigue, "Perhaps, you are harboring more than what I see within the confines of your soul.".

Ametrine, now knowing what the Demon King was fully capable of carefully picked his next words. "My Lord, I realize my death indicated ultimate failure on my part- to my cause. A cause that I have very little definition for.", looking up at the Demon Lord with as much humility as he could muster he went on, "Do I somehow play into your schemes, Sir, that I could repay this respect you give me?". The Demon Lord was half startled, truly this being brought himself to that of a loyal dog.

"Puny worm, you have assumed much.", the Demon took his foot upon Ametrine's leg and forced the full weight of his being down upon it- shattering it like a twig. "Yes hound, I once was under the spell of a Majinn as well.", Dabura lifted his leg from the creature and proceeded to bring it down upon his other.

"This Bibbidity, he controlled me with a spell handcrafted to fuel one's one evil into it's weave. He had controlled many a great warrior with it, including the accursed Vegeta. To my disgust I treated him as friend, almost family with how strong the spell was. Due to the nature of Buu and Vegeta's hearts however they broke slowly from it.', the Demon brought the full anger of his heart down upon his pupil's leg, liquefying it beneath him.

"I was the only one to break from it then?", Ametrine's face contorted with pain as he words stumbled out.

"Yes!", proclaimed the Demon Lord in anger, the torso of the Vanitian bare to his hatred and evil. "Let it not be for even a moment that you conceive yourself my better in this regard. Only a heart of true darkness could let the Yema fruit regenerate. You are hardly worthy of my respect!".

Looking to the side where he discarded the fruit, he saw a miasma surround it. The fruit's sinews were reknitting. Yema's fruit was regenerating in the roots of the evil around it.

"Vanitian, Ametrine who begot a line of creatures in his own vain image. You have done much evil to be here, but it is not enough to me.", taking his sword Dabura skewered the vulnerable Ametrine through the gut. "That is why I am sending you back!", he lifted his great sword and threw the shishkabob far across Hell.

Hurtling through the air like a sickening Javelin, Ametrine vomited violently as he traveled along and for a second he could have sword he clipped a member of the Ginyu Squad before he was promptly impaled into the granite wall of Hell.

A second object followed him quickly, concaving his head before he fully blacked out. It's spiked flesh fused with his skin as he fell into darkness.

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"You know, he gave me a similar treatment when I came here.", a voice screeched like a bat across the darkness. "The residents here, are not too fond of us royalty. Although I'm sure not even Zarbon could recognize your authority. Well at least, just not yet.".

Ametrine opened his eyes for a second to see three pale alien toes- like fingers- digging into the ashen dirt near where he laid. His scent was distinctly Arcosian, the name Zarbon was certainly familiar to him, though his own hertiage's history never interested him so much.

"Are you just going to sit there soaking up my time?", threatened the creature, not in the least bit concerned that only moments before the Vanitian's body was torn up like a dog's chew toy and thrown into a dumpster. Or at least it was. Interesting now that Ametrine had his legs back.

Looking up to who was now talking to him, Ametrine's eyes squinted at the light beaming behind the creature. "That's bizarre, does this region of Hell have a sun?", replied Ametrine in a sort conditioned humilty that was placed upon him by Dabura. Coming into focus his eyes gazed upon what he initially thought was the light of the sun.

It was a large rolling ball of Ki, the size of one of V'aanatii's moons. The currents in the confined chamber of Hell where they resided took on their own course. The creature's orb had created it's own weather system. Gazing carefully he observed the Arcosian creature with great descriminating analysis.

"...Lord Frieza, son of Cold?!"

Ametrine squeaked as his body was crushed and outright obliterated under the weight of the glorious sphere. The second time proved to be much more merciful that day, somehow.

Startled awake his consciousness congealed back into form. Though his soul, somehow bore the scars the mind and body could not show- he forced himself to his feet. Lord Frieza stood a foot beneath him, his helmet glittering in the light of braziers around him. Swiftly Ametrine took to his knees in a respectful bow, dodging a decapitating strike that would surely have made it the third unpleasant instance.

"I see you have learned proper manners.", Frieza chimed, "You Vanitian types have always served the PTO so well once you realize the place you stand.". Laughing to himself Frieza stopped only when he gazed upon the grovelling Vanitian who he brought here.

"I see you are wondering why exactly it is I brought you here. I don't often share trade secrets with others but you are aware of how convincing Dabura is.", his alien nose wrinkled with disappointment, "I will teach you the technique passed down from my father's, the Death Ball.".

Eyes alight with horror, Ametrine gasped as his heart beat inside of his ribcage, trying to escape. Claiming many planets and millions if not billions of lives, the Death Ball was a technique infamous for it's simple- yet effective means of planetary annihilation. The goal of the entire process was to reduce a planet's core to plasma.

"Listen carefully my student, I will only show you so many times.", Frieza had gathered his ki into a death ball the size of a volleyball. Expectedly he spiked it towards the Vanitian.

Hovering it outwards away from him, Ametrine could feel the heat. His vision became hazy as he was certain gamma was being produced from the sphere of extinction. Focusing his ki he attempted to stabilize the orb in his arms using the same techniques taught by Bukujutsou teachers back in the Alpha Collective.

"Good, good my pupil. You are resourceful. This was only lesson one of two hundred and thirty three.". Forming another larger ball he tossed it towards the Vanitian. Tools of genocide would playfully be used back and forth by the two for the greater part of that week, like murderous dolphins in a pool of blood.


Dabura met with Ametrine by the Well of Souls. The place had taken an eerie silence, certainly free of ogre influence that had become a nuisance in their hides during training. Ametrine was certain the Demon King had more tasks for him to perform.

Standing at the pool, looking at the simmering of energy produced by the souls traveling through the gates and being tortured within- it took almost a horrifying sheen like the run off of V'aanatii's textile mills. His arms folded he turned to half face Ametrine.

"You have been trained by our finest. You will not fail this time, be certain.", Dabura's words demanded compliance with every syllable uttered from his magnanimous lips. "We have both fallen victim to the Majiin's curse, and although Bibiddity resides here where I can readily torment him. I too for the same reasons cannot find solace in his kind wrecking the Universe outside.", with great resignation he sighed, causing a great rippling in the well of souls behind him.

"If I may talk sir...", Dabura gave Ametrine consent with but a look, "...you wish me to stop their scheming? How am I to do this? I am dead." Admittably, revenge would be the sweetest thing to perform upon the Kash'var and the Majiin. Scheming wizards were both within our agendas to murder certainly... but there had to have been more.

Bellowing outwards he rang throughout the Well of Souls, "You shall do great deeds, of your own ambition with what I have given you thus. I have read the darkest treads of your soul. I have even met with the ancestral beast within you- he can cook a fine human spit roast. In time I expect you to deliver onto me additional souls and to traffic Yema's halls with more visitors.". Taking a grimmer visage he looked to Ametrine, "...However if you prove yourself to come back here... without any worthwhile tales or honors- I will have you spread throughout Hell and you will pray that oblivion exists to grant you mercy.".

Gulping deep, Ametrine found the news comforting and condemning. A second chance at life and debauchery was more than generous for the life that he lead, although admittedly angering the demon lord meant Eternal Damnation in the most literal of senses. Being back in Hell was the worst thing imaginable.

"I have procured us a contact from the Dark Initiative. He has found Bibiddity's Ancient Rite to summon me, however he had performed the containment circle incorrectly. This occurs once every decade or so. usually I take it upon myself to slaughter the fools myself-- however...", a dark smile spread from cheek to cheek on Dabura's face. Ametrine couldn't have asked for a better teacher.


Finding himself in a circle, Ametrine had been morphed into the form of a great demon- though not quite as magnificent as his master.

"Great Dabura, we the Dark Initiative on Cosmos 2 bind you to my great will.", the unwitting wizard recanted.

Ametrine bellowed great and fiercely as he looked down upon the lone wizard, "You have not a soul to help you this day.", he coughed violently as the ether from the ritual escaped his lungs. Cover blown he and the wizard stared at each other in a moment of disbelief. How did they even manage to talk like that with all that smoke and fumes floating around? Transforming into the beast the escaping wizard had not a chance upon Ametrine crossing the circle's walls. His puny skull had proven to be the most delicious breakfast on his very first rebirth day.

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