Dabura stepped towards Majin Buu, that disgustingly fat monstrosity before him, with blood dripping from his eyes. This monster had caught him almost entirely by surprise...and in doing so, he came to a realization.
He, the Demon King, had to put an end to this threat. There was a small hint of altruism to his motives, though he noticed it almost as an after-thought. What a delightful irony, the scourge of the universe defeated by the Lord of Evil. At least...he hoped that's how it would be.
He could easily envision his death at this grotesque creatures hands.
Shifting his weight as easily as he could, he bolstered his resolve. He was as of yet unnoticed, and he couldn't afford to lose that through weak resolve. This Majin Buu was entirely too strong, with a sense of evil that was daunting even to him. In all of his black, tainted life he had never before been so instilled with fear.
It disgusted him.
Fear was not something that he felt, but rather an emotion he inspired in others. True, he had not always been on the top rung, and had indeed worked his way up the proverbial ladder; but never had he so trembled at the thought of another that he was inspired to immediately end what can only be a wholly godless.
An eternity of evil and unparalleled hatred swelled in the footprints he left behind in the smoldering sand. That cruelty and unbridled darkness came together to form the core of the very being of "Dabura." Forever he was the villain, and never once did he complain. He reveled in it. Doing that which others blanched at. Plunging forward where no other, for good or for ill, would dare tread. His title as champion of darkness was testamony to that.
This Majin Buu was far worse than he could ever be.
He had been severely disillusioned in those moments after Buu had given him the most savage beating he had ever recieved. His place on this ladder, even after encountering the foes his former master Babidi had presented him with, was suddenly quite low once more. He knew though. He knew, perhaps more than any other, that Buu needed to be stopped from his diabolical plans, or reached his full potential. That was the most horrifying thing of all.
Buu was barely trying.
He clutched a spear tightly in his hands, pulling it from his home as if out of thin air. Should it be the last thing he do, he would not let such an evil enter into the universe unopposed.
The irony dripped from him almost as freely as his lifeblood. Fate is a bitch.
He, the Demon King, had to put an end to this threat. There was a small hint of altruism to his motives, though he noticed it almost as an after-thought. What a delightful irony, the scourge of the universe defeated by the Lord of Evil. At least...he hoped that's how it would be.
He could easily envision his death at this grotesque creatures hands.
Shifting his weight as easily as he could, he bolstered his resolve. He was as of yet unnoticed, and he couldn't afford to lose that through weak resolve. This Majin Buu was entirely too strong, with a sense of evil that was daunting even to him. In all of his black, tainted life he had never before been so instilled with fear.
It disgusted him.
Fear was not something that he felt, but rather an emotion he inspired in others. True, he had not always been on the top rung, and had indeed worked his way up the proverbial ladder; but never had he so trembled at the thought of another that he was inspired to immediately end what can only be a wholly godless.
An eternity of evil and unparalleled hatred swelled in the footprints he left behind in the smoldering sand. That cruelty and unbridled darkness came together to form the core of the very being of "Dabura." Forever he was the villain, and never once did he complain. He reveled in it. Doing that which others blanched at. Plunging forward where no other, for good or for ill, would dare tread. His title as champion of darkness was testamony to that.
This Majin Buu was far worse than he could ever be.
He had been severely disillusioned in those moments after Buu had given him the most savage beating he had ever recieved. His place on this ladder, even after encountering the foes his former master Babidi had presented him with, was suddenly quite low once more. He knew though. He knew, perhaps more than any other, that Buu needed to be stopped from his diabolical plans, or reached his full potential. That was the most horrifying thing of all.
Buu was barely trying.
He clutched a spear tightly in his hands, pulling it from his home as if out of thin air. Should it be the last thing he do, he would not let such an evil enter into the universe unopposed.
The irony dripped from him almost as freely as his lifeblood. Fate is a bitch.