Chapter 1: The Ambition Of An Alien
Along the slopes of Mount Kdun a shaky hand gripped at the rock which struggled to keep solid form as it brushed against the magma within the mountain. The hand hauled up an arm which hauled up a body whose navy blue skin with plagued by burns and blisters. The climber's single eye peered out from a panting face. The child didn't quite know how he had made it this far, he only knew that the pain from his body constantly burning apart and growing back was far from enough to slow his ascent. The mind of the child fell back to why he was undertaking such a trial; was it some grand purpose or quest? No, Boros just wanted to become strong.
From early on after his mother had regurgitated the future lord he had realized that there was no greater joy than testing his might against his peers. Exertion and pain produced a high for the young alien and fighting just had that sort of mystique surrounding it. A contest of strength pitting the minds and flesh against your rivals, what a delight! Boros' species possessed a potent healing factor due to the intense world they called home and were rarely scarred or permanently crippled so fighting could be done often. There was a limit though as even the hardiest individuals could not replace limbs, or eyes, or other important features. Boros himself was not particularly strong rather the opposite for although he was a fast healer his strength was overshadowed by most other children. That weakness didn't sit well with the young Boros who wanted only glory and triumph in battle for even though the battle itself was fun what was truy important with victory as victory led to status and respect which Boros craved in spades.
After one day being beaten down by several older specimens of his species that Boros foolhardily challenged to prove his maturity. the young alien was overcome by dissappointment broke down. He sobbed highly acidic tears from the large eye set in his face. Before people could however he darted behind a pillar of stone. Boros and the rest of his race lived underground in small caves which served as pockets of safety from the deadly planet they inhabited. The planet had only 2 seasons whose effects were apparent in all places but these small underground caves. 1 season was dreadfully hot and all but the strongest substance in the universe which made up the planet were able to keep solid even when everything aside from this metallic looking rock was instantly turned to plasma. The other season was so bitterly cold that the temperature dropped not only to absolute zero but defied logic and dropped lower still. These conditions kept the creatures of the planet in the caves and Boros only felt dejected and trapped within a colony where he seemed unable to prove himself as anything other than a runt.
His mother had abandoned him for after the 3rd year of life the child was deemed able to fend for themselves but Boros still craved the warm hum of the energy his mother emitted when she held him close. Although lonesome and destitute Boros was pulled away from this for a moment by a chance to whet his appetite; A small rock slug was squirming across the cavern floor, difficult to spot given its body was dark blue and rough like the rock. Fortunately Boros too was camouflaged against the rock and he opened his carnivorous mouth to bear his blade like teeth. He leapt onto the cat sized slug and held it at both ends while holding it up to his mouth. But before he could strike a killing he was smashed in the face by a foot and skidded into a stalagmite. His body trembled and his grasped at his bleeding head. The assailant from an adult who was devouring the slug at the moment. Boros could not muster the power to stand but he could still see. This adult had a head of spikey purple hair which indicated that he was an elderly male. The act of growing hair for the species was akin to a human man going bald. Boros stifled the urge to call the adult "fuzzy" and "hair having giant tardigrade" but knew he was hurt enough as it was. After a few minutes the adult left and Boros slumped against the stalagmite. Was he too weak to even catch food? That question would take answering on another day, for the child slipped into unconsciousness.
Over the next few days Boros managed to scrape out some food from within the sides of the winding dark tunnels which formed the homes of his people. Magma maggots were nasty tasting but they filled him up enough. Several times he came across others of his kind but stayed back out of fear. At last he found another rock slug and locked eyes with another who was after the slug. He recognized this as Xilgab who while the same age was a much better brawler who was quite agile. Boros tensed his muscle all the way up to the bald head which had not grown hair as he was not yet old. He sprung up and almost running on all fours pounced upon Xilgab. The stronger alien caught Boros who flailed around like the little kid he was. He managed he scratch Xilgab's eye with a sweep his his outstretched fingers but was thrown aside in disgust. Boros tried to rise but a fist put him back down. Xilgab dug into Boros's side his his teeth and took out a chunk of flesh. Bros was purred on and slammed his head against Xilgab's. This only served to anger the one eyed bully who threw Boros against the wall and kicked him in the tummy. Boros was rocked back and forth by consecutive punches which beat upon his soft head. After some time he sunk down having gone unconscious from the damage which had pummeled his brain to bloody mush. For the first time Boros had experienced death.
Boros awoke with blood dried across his face. He shakily rose and walked off with Tears again streaming from his eye. He felt he could not sink any lower; What point was fighting if no matter how hard he tried he would always lose and if he would always lose then he would be only gutter trash. But what happened to trash? It was disposed of. Boros gulped and headed toward a place he had used before. There existed along the winding passages a small hole where the cavern connected to the surface. The opening was small enough to protect the cavern from the harsh environment but large enough to throw waste out of whereupon the planet would either freeze it and eventually turn to plasma or would be turn immediately. Boros trudged on until he saw the hole to his right. It was just big enough to fit through so he scrambled up and through the hole until he came into the punishing heat which left nothing but volcanoes of the most durable material in the universe which Boros' race called permite, the permanent rock. However even the permite was melted in the hottest areas within the volcanoes where molten pemrite bubbled. In an instant the heat ashed over Boros.
Boros should have been instantly transformed into nothing but dead plasma yet he was still barely conscious as he crawled further away from his home. Despite this his body was melting alarmingly fast and the tears he cried were vaporized the instant they formed. Boros had felt there was no point in living as he would have just been a worthless existence within the caverns but now that he was faced with death all he could think was: "I don't want to die! I want to be strong, stronger than everyone else!" Why he wanted this he didn't know, perhaps he wanted payback or maybe to gain social standing. No, he wanted to be strong because he loved to fight and he longed to dig deep and overcome the odds just one time at least. Just once he wanted to fight and win!
The radiant heat was somehow dulled by this conviction and he crawled onwards out of a deep desire to prove he was strong. His dying body constantly molded itself back together just as fast as it kept being melted. The young child kept crawling and crawling until he came before the volcano known as mount Kdun which towered so high it scraped the black clouds which blotted out all sunlight upon the planet. His arms reached out and were seared by the barely solid rock. Again and again he hauled himself up the summit and with each passing second he felt himself dying but pulled his spirit back from the brink just to do it again. No longer was he crying for his eye was squinting and narrowed with fervent desire. This mountain was nothing, he would scale it as long as he had breath still left in his body!. Each movement, each moment, each step upwards he took was like a fresh death as his boy broke down but he began to swell up with ever increasing latent energy as his body regenerated at an unprecedented level. This torturous ordeal continued for days upon days until Boros finally clutched at the summit which formed a large rim around the opening of Mount Kdun. He gasped and felt a veritable gale of air fill his 6 lungs. On unsteady legs he stood and roared up to the heavens! At that moment a beam of blue energy shot out of his chest eye and pierced the dark clouds which let in the first ray of sunshine the planet has ever seen. This tiny point of light mirrored the power within Boros as his limiter showed the ever so tiniest crack which let forth energy through Boros' body, causing his head to sprout a few spiky light purple hairs.
Bonus: Boros's biology
As males age hey grow hair on their heads which is opposite from human men going bald.
The second eye in the chest is only for males, females have a hole in their chest. When mating the male will lie on the female and place his chest eye over the hole. He will then cry tears of semen from the eye into the hole. The hole will then close up and after a 50 month incubation the hole will open and the mother will give live birth from the hole to a child.