04-08-2017, 11:23 AM
Okay. Actually. Screw that.
Both demons let out a sharp scream as they were blown away from Tearen's cocoon. The telekinetic blast send Grubmeat flying into the far, slick cave wall with a sharp splat. The larger one looked back in half shock as he clambered to his feet, the smaller creature in his ribcage covering its eyes in fear.
"So..." whispered Tearen, rising from the shed wrappings like a glistening moth, "...what's your name?"
The hulking fiend staggered to his feet and shot a toothy glare at the Shadow.
"I guess the little runt was right, after all. Prime, eh? Don't your kind become terribly weak when you come back to life?" the emaciated ghoul cackled, running a clawed talon along his teeth. Tearen's cracked crystal mouth stretched into a nonplussed expression, reminiscent of the kind of look given to unexpected dog feces on one's shoe.
"Not sure. Let's test it out."
Just as a precautionary measure, the ex-enigma shifted himself into a higher relative flow of time and surged towards the startled...thing. The bastard still hadn't told Tearen its name, but that was okay. Things didn't need to have names to get punched. Tearen socked the slow giant in his face and observed quietly as he watched the gaunt face twist and grimace in slow motion. Time resumed its normal pace and the grey-skinned monstrosity tumbled to the cold floor. Tearen watched, po-faced, as the beast scrambled back to its bare feet and flung a crackling arc of bewitching energy at him. It bounced harmlessly off of a conjured ripple in space-time. This was really pathetic; Tearen had been spoiled on the hardened warriors of the arenas in the Underverse so far. If these were the kind of dregs the rest of this hell had to offer, things were going to become very boring.
"Yeah, I guess I'm not hitting quite as hard as usual." Tearen admitted with a shrug. He turned his back to the towering ghoul and began searching through the husk of his cocoon for his personal effects.
"You dare..." the monster started before trailing off. The demon could now see the insignia of Grooota etched on Tearen's back, glimmering with a sinister orange hue in the low light. The fact that the Prime was already another demon's property made him a much less enticing acquisition. Still, it was clear that this being had great power. The eviscerated ghoul looked down at the entrapped essence in his ribcage then back up at Tearen, still sifting through the contents of the fibrous sac. With a hungry lunge, the demon undead lunged at Tearen in a dead sprint. Five faceted constructs winked into existence in the air around Tearen and summarily blasted the encroaching wretch with a fusillade of particle beams.
"Look Deshawn," Tearen said, pulling his ragged robes over his torso and buckling all of his lovely straps into place, "I don't really feel like fighting anymore. I've been fighting like...constantly, since I got here and it's getting old."
"My name is not D-"
"Well you didn't tell me your name live with it. I'll see you later." Tearen said with a curt wave. Satisfied that he had all of his belongings, Tearen chose a random direction in the cave and started walking. Deshawn looked on with incredulity as the Prime began to depart before calling out in his gargling voice.
"Wait! Do you not wish to rescue this poor, captured soul? A heroic Prime such as yourself couldn't possibly leave such a wretch behind." Deshawn said, gesturing at the tiny creature stuck inside his exposed ribcage. The Shadow let out a long sigh and turned around, staring at the quivvering figurine. It was entirely possible this monster demon was bluffing him, but Tearen didn't really feel like probing his mind to find out; he really didn't feel well at the moment.
Whatever.
"Okay. How do I do that?"
The ghoul snickered.
"By killing me of-"
"Okay."
...
One induced singularity later, the ghoulish devil and most of the cave were completely destroyed. Tearen gathered his body back into a physical form as the last few rumblings of his event horizon shook down through the tunnels. Despite being and idiot and also dead, Deshawn had revealed something important to Tearen; he was indeed in a weakened state after being re-summoned. Turning into a black hole was always draining to an extent, but now all Tearen wanted to do was curl up back in his cocoon and sleep for the rest of the day. He still wasn't sure what had wrapped him up in such thick webbing in the first place, but apparently it wasn't in a hurry to get back to its nest.
The Prime snapped out of his self-indulgent pondering as a bright, powder-blue light began to blossom from the shredded corpse of Deshawn. The wisps of ethereal energy began to coalesce and weave themselves into a humanoid form, petite and curvaceous. A growing feeling of dread was brewing in Tearen's gut as the physical body resolved into that of an utterly lewd and scantily clad female. She had stupid little horns and winglets that looked completely non-functional. The Shadow was beginning to get a sinking feeling that he had just released a succubus from that fucker's ribcage. Once she had finished manifesting, she looked around the cavern with a bewildered look on her face before spotting Tearen, with his shoulders sagging and mouth clenched in a grimace.
"Ooohh mmyyyyyyyy~" she cooed, fluttering over and prostrating herself at his feet. She ran a finger up the seam of his loose sack-cloth pants and stared up into his scowling green eyes. She arched her back in a manner very obviously intended to reveal her plunging, cleavage ridden neckline.
"What big, strong warrior do I have the honor of...thanking for my rescue? Whatever you desire is surely fitting reward for such a gallant-"
"Nope." Tearen said, abruptly turning on his heel and storming off.
Both demons let out a sharp scream as they were blown away from Tearen's cocoon. The telekinetic blast send Grubmeat flying into the far, slick cave wall with a sharp splat. The larger one looked back in half shock as he clambered to his feet, the smaller creature in his ribcage covering its eyes in fear.
"So..." whispered Tearen, rising from the shed wrappings like a glistening moth, "...what's your name?"
The hulking fiend staggered to his feet and shot a toothy glare at the Shadow.
"I guess the little runt was right, after all. Prime, eh? Don't your kind become terribly weak when you come back to life?" the emaciated ghoul cackled, running a clawed talon along his teeth. Tearen's cracked crystal mouth stretched into a nonplussed expression, reminiscent of the kind of look given to unexpected dog feces on one's shoe.
"Not sure. Let's test it out."
Just as a precautionary measure, the ex-enigma shifted himself into a higher relative flow of time and surged towards the startled...thing. The bastard still hadn't told Tearen its name, but that was okay. Things didn't need to have names to get punched. Tearen socked the slow giant in his face and observed quietly as he watched the gaunt face twist and grimace in slow motion. Time resumed its normal pace and the grey-skinned monstrosity tumbled to the cold floor. Tearen watched, po-faced, as the beast scrambled back to its bare feet and flung a crackling arc of bewitching energy at him. It bounced harmlessly off of a conjured ripple in space-time. This was really pathetic; Tearen had been spoiled on the hardened warriors of the arenas in the Underverse so far. If these were the kind of dregs the rest of this hell had to offer, things were going to become very boring.
"Yeah, I guess I'm not hitting quite as hard as usual." Tearen admitted with a shrug. He turned his back to the towering ghoul and began searching through the husk of his cocoon for his personal effects.
"You dare..." the monster started before trailing off. The demon could now see the insignia of Grooota etched on Tearen's back, glimmering with a sinister orange hue in the low light. The fact that the Prime was already another demon's property made him a much less enticing acquisition. Still, it was clear that this being had great power. The eviscerated ghoul looked down at the entrapped essence in his ribcage then back up at Tearen, still sifting through the contents of the fibrous sac. With a hungry lunge, the demon undead lunged at Tearen in a dead sprint. Five faceted constructs winked into existence in the air around Tearen and summarily blasted the encroaching wretch with a fusillade of particle beams.
"Look Deshawn," Tearen said, pulling his ragged robes over his torso and buckling all of his lovely straps into place, "I don't really feel like fighting anymore. I've been fighting like...constantly, since I got here and it's getting old."
"My name is not D-"
"Well you didn't tell me your name live with it. I'll see you later." Tearen said with a curt wave. Satisfied that he had all of his belongings, Tearen chose a random direction in the cave and started walking. Deshawn looked on with incredulity as the Prime began to depart before calling out in his gargling voice.
"Wait! Do you not wish to rescue this poor, captured soul? A heroic Prime such as yourself couldn't possibly leave such a wretch behind." Deshawn said, gesturing at the tiny creature stuck inside his exposed ribcage. The Shadow let out a long sigh and turned around, staring at the quivvering figurine. It was entirely possible this monster demon was bluffing him, but Tearen didn't really feel like probing his mind to find out; he really didn't feel well at the moment.
Whatever.
"Okay. How do I do that?"
The ghoul snickered.
"By killing me of-"
"Okay."
...
One induced singularity later, the ghoulish devil and most of the cave were completely destroyed. Tearen gathered his body back into a physical form as the last few rumblings of his event horizon shook down through the tunnels. Despite being and idiot and also dead, Deshawn had revealed something important to Tearen; he was indeed in a weakened state after being re-summoned. Turning into a black hole was always draining to an extent, but now all Tearen wanted to do was curl up back in his cocoon and sleep for the rest of the day. He still wasn't sure what had wrapped him up in such thick webbing in the first place, but apparently it wasn't in a hurry to get back to its nest.
The Prime snapped out of his self-indulgent pondering as a bright, powder-blue light began to blossom from the shredded corpse of Deshawn. The wisps of ethereal energy began to coalesce and weave themselves into a humanoid form, petite and curvaceous. A growing feeling of dread was brewing in Tearen's gut as the physical body resolved into that of an utterly lewd and scantily clad female. She had stupid little horns and winglets that looked completely non-functional. The Shadow was beginning to get a sinking feeling that he had just released a succubus from that fucker's ribcage. Once she had finished manifesting, she looked around the cavern with a bewildered look on her face before spotting Tearen, with his shoulders sagging and mouth clenched in a grimace.
"Ooohh mmyyyyyyyy~" she cooed, fluttering over and prostrating herself at his feet. She ran a finger up the seam of his loose sack-cloth pants and stared up into his scowling green eyes. She arched her back in a manner very obviously intended to reveal her plunging, cleavage ridden neckline.
"What big, strong warrior do I have the honor of...thanking for my rescue? Whatever you desire is surely fitting reward for such a gallant-"
"Nope." Tearen said, abruptly turning on his heel and storming off.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued