The Creator of Death
Authors Note: Salutations. This is again another horrible attempt of mine to write something. Hopefully this one will turn out better than my last fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that might be DBZ related.
Prologue: Ivanorie has finished his training under his Master, Wintorie Haze. He decided to venture off into space for self-training, he grew in strength rapidly thanks to the Gravity Manipulation Device that was aboard his ship. The teenager was of course over confident in his abilities after he decimated many fighters on many different worlds. He stumbled upon a planet known as Roa and he immediately searched for challengers, he found his challenge in a powerful warrior known as Ihsahn. The battle was quick but titanic with Samoth as the victor, he decided to make use of the boy by selling him to an employer of his, an Saiya-jin named Ihsahn.
He slowly regained consciousness inside of a Rejuvenation Tank, he decided to keep his eyes closed to keep the liquid out of his eyes. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. He could sense people outside of the tank, about five of them in total. Three of the beings he sensed seemed unreasonably weak and he should be able to make quick work of them. The last two on the other hand were quite powerful, one of them was Samoth, he felt a quick surge of anger when he realized this, the other being in the room was even stronger than Samoth, his Ki was somehow familiar.
The liquid in the tank began to slowly drain out, letting his black hair fall into his face. He brought his arm up and ripped off the respiration mask that covered most of his face, he threw it to the side and he opened his eyes to see who was outside. The door of the tank opened with a small hiss of the hydraulics. Ivanorie brought himself to his feet and he looked around the room, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and after a moment his vision went black.
The 14 year old Saiya-jin awoke in a very dark room with only one light that was directly above him, he tried to gain his bearings. He appeared to be stuck inside of some kind of chair, he struggled against his restraints but he felt a very powerful jolt of energy fill his body, he decided not to struggle anymore. His head felt very cold and there was a dull ache on the back of his head, "Where am I?" He asked the darkness, "Why am I here?" "To serve the goddess of the Sintians, and to destroy the Chrysolitians," the darkness answered, "You will obey us Ivanorie, you will become the Creator of Death." "I refuse," Ivanorie replied to the darkness. "You do not have a choice anymore, fool. The process will now be completed and you shall be a worthy servant. Say goodbye to yourself Ivanorie, for you will not remember who you were, only what your objective is. Goodbye."
He heard a small click and the headrest on the chair quickly sprouted a device to cover his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. All of a sudden thousands of pictures filled the eye covering every second and he began to feel a pain in his head that couldn't even be described. He screamed out as loud as he could and he tried to rip the eye piece off but that only caused more pain, he kept screaming as the pain became more intense. The images were going faster and faster and the pain inside of his head became even worse, he kept trying to bring his arms up to stop this torture but to no avail.
Ivanorie decided to try one more time, he forced his limbs against the restraints that bound him, pushing harder and harder against them, sending massive waves of pain all over his body, the images went faster and the pain more intense, he heard a large explosion in front of him and then there was silence. Overcome by everything he had just endured, Ivanorie fell unconscious.
Authors Note: Salutations. This is again another horrible attempt of mine to write something. Hopefully this one will turn out better than my last fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that might be DBZ related.
Prologue: Ivanorie has finished his training under his Master, Wintorie Haze. He decided to venture off into space for self-training, he grew in strength rapidly thanks to the Gravity Manipulation Device that was aboard his ship. The teenager was of course over confident in his abilities after he decimated many fighters on many different worlds. He stumbled upon a planet known as Roa and he immediately searched for challengers, he found his challenge in a powerful warrior known as Ihsahn. The battle was quick but titanic with Samoth as the victor, he decided to make use of the boy by selling him to an employer of his, an Saiya-jin named Ihsahn.
He slowly regained consciousness inside of a Rejuvenation Tank, he decided to keep his eyes closed to keep the liquid out of his eyes. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. He could sense people outside of the tank, about five of them in total. Three of the beings he sensed seemed unreasonably weak and he should be able to make quick work of them. The last two on the other hand were quite powerful, one of them was Samoth, he felt a quick surge of anger when he realized this, the other being in the room was even stronger than Samoth, his Ki was somehow familiar.
The liquid in the tank began to slowly drain out, letting his black hair fall into his face. He brought his arm up and ripped off the respiration mask that covered most of his face, he threw it to the side and he opened his eyes to see who was outside. The door of the tank opened with a small hiss of the hydraulics. Ivanorie brought himself to his feet and he looked around the room, he felt a sharp pain in his neck and after a moment his vision went black.
The 14 year old Saiya-jin awoke in a very dark room with only one light that was directly above him, he tried to gain his bearings. He appeared to be stuck inside of some kind of chair, he struggled against his restraints but he felt a very powerful jolt of energy fill his body, he decided not to struggle anymore. His head felt very cold and there was a dull ache on the back of his head, "Where am I?" He asked the darkness, "Why am I here?" "To serve the goddess of the Sintians, and to destroy the Chrysolitians," the darkness answered, "You will obey us Ivanorie, you will become the Creator of Death." "I refuse," Ivanorie replied to the darkness. "You do not have a choice anymore, fool. The process will now be completed and you shall be a worthy servant. Say goodbye to yourself Ivanorie, for you will not remember who you were, only what your objective is. Goodbye."
He heard a small click and the headrest on the chair quickly sprouted a device to cover his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. All of a sudden thousands of pictures filled the eye covering every second and he began to feel a pain in his head that couldn't even be described. He screamed out as loud as he could and he tried to rip the eye piece off but that only caused more pain, he kept screaming as the pain became more intense. The images were going faster and faster and the pain inside of his head became even worse, he kept trying to bring his arms up to stop this torture but to no avail.
Ivanorie decided to try one more time, he forced his limbs against the restraints that bound him, pushing harder and harder against them, sending massive waves of pain all over his body, the images went faster and the pain more intense, he heard a large explosion in front of him and then there was silence. Overcome by everything he had just endured, Ivanorie fell unconscious.