DRAGONBALLZ

Shadow Mist: Book 1

Prelude

The figure sat in a throne room, shrouded in darkness. It was pitch black in the chamber, a darkness so deep that any other being would feel like they were being suffocated. Not this being though, he was a horror few could imagine. He sat

shrouded in darkness, as he did every day. As was normal he awaited any news his loyal servants might bring him. He was a warlord, in a sense. He conquered all planets within his reach. For years this had been his custom. For centuries he had waited for the news that would lift his spirits. But he is not a nice being. All those who served under him feared the very mention of his name, and only dare to speak it in hushed whispers. In his throne room lies many skeletons and bones

from many different races. When he killed a henchmen for one failure or another, by his decree, the corpses were left in his room. So he sat, in suffocating darkness, and the stench of rot and decay, and death. He prefers this, it is a reminder to him, a reminder that he has yet to acheive his goals. He is unlike any being you have seen with your own eyes, for if you had seen any such being, you would be dead as opposed to reading this. He is Javule, a demon lord.

Some may think of the Demon king, Dabura. They are wrong to do so. Javule is unlike Dabura in more ways than even he, in all his life, could count. He is horridly strong, but he does not take pride in his power, he merely accepts that he has it.

He has the wealth and resources of a million worlds, yet his castle is old and rotten in appearance. It is surrounded by a wasteland of death where even the sturdiest of creatures fail to survive. He has access to millions of clothes, yet he wears a tattered brown cloak with the hood raised, and he wears the fur of vicious beasts that once roamed his land.

He looks up as the door to his chambers opened spilling unwelcomed light over the room. A servant entered being sure to keep his head down as the twin pinpricks of red light that were Javule's eyes watched him.

"Speak." Javule commanded in a raspy, and tired voice.

"My lord, after years of hard work, we have unraveled the secret of the shadow mist. It is now yours to weild." The servant said.

Another thing about Javule that was strange, he hated it when his servants showed fear before him, many of the dead in this room had been killed for it. "Oh, and pray tell where did you find the final symbol?" Javule inquired, drawing his words

out to test his servants ability to appear unconcerned.

Amazingly the servant was able to anwser without any outward signs of fear, though Javule could sense it buried deep within the poor creature. "It was on a planet called Orakoe."

Javule nodded. "Let us test the effects of our new weapon, deploy it on one of the planets not yet under our control." Javule commanded raising a bony finger.

The servant nodded and quickly departed.

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A small red rock was sent in a capsule from the dark world on which Javule lived. It shot through space at trillions of miles an hour, for over a year it travelled through space towards the planet it had been sent to, Earth. As Javule monitered its

he slowly allowed faint amounts of light into his room despite the burning it caused in his eyes.