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Chikyuu: Black Hole for Evil

Book One: Into the Rising Sun

Author: Cka3ka

Chapter 9: An Unholy Pact

In the depths of space…

"Bezal"

The demon known as Bezal swiftly knelt the moment he heard the voice. "Master, what is thy bidding?"

"Chikyuu. Catalysts. Taint. Destroy."

"As you wish Master," replied Bezal. The master could not give direct orders, just hints. For if Sateon interfered directly then God would surely do so also. That would be bad. God was infinitely more powerful than Sateon, so the minions of Sateon may have bent and even broke some of the rules of the Covenant, but Sateon kept himself squeaky clean. They didn't call him the Lord of Teflon for nothing. Plausible Deniability was essential even amongst deities.

Turning to one of his servants, Bezal ordered, "Prepare a ship for Chikyuu immediately. I will set out personally to retrieve the Catalysts for sacrifice. Make sure the Altar of Damnation is prepared and enough souls have been corrupted. When I return with the catalysts the tainting must be done quickly lest the forces of good interrupt."

"So it has been said, so it shall be done my Lord Bezal," intoned the demonic priest. His kind were akin to the ogres that served Emna Daio in the hall of judgment. However, the skins of these demonic ogres were far more wrinkled giving them an eviler look. They were bulkier and had much longer fangs, and eyes that seemed to glow red.

Walking away, Bezal carefully thought about what his master had instructed. The Planet Chikyuu he knew well, it was a dangerous place though. Like a black hole specifically designed for evil, it simply sucked evildoers in never to be seen again. He knew of the powerful Saiya-jin that lived there. In no way did he want to face off with Gojita. He had heard what had happened to Janenba, and, though he was more powerful, he wasn't THAT much more powerful than Janenba. If Gojita could destroy a middling demon of that strength in less than five seconds, then he probably had enough power to challenge Bezal, maybe even Azazal.

Turning a corner, he stopped. He couldn't sense a Ki force, but he could sense a presence. Turning he saw a figure cloaked from head to toes, the only feature visible were the crystal blue eyes that stared at him. Lilith. The name flashed through his mind. No, he thought, the bitch had died in her betrayal a thousand years ago. Abadaan had personally seen to it. It was also only a shadow.

Who would send a shadow here, mused Bezal. Only a few people knew what he truly was and even fewer would dare confront him in such a manner. Not that he could do anything about it, he could try to trace the shadow back to the source, but for some reason this creature had no Ki. He was almost at a lost to what to do.

"I can help you obtain the Catalysts from Chikyuu," came the voice of the cloaked figure. It was soft and musical. Beautiful like Lilith's thought Bezal.

Bezal frowned, and shook the memory from his mind. How did this person know about his orders to obtain the catalysts? He had just received them minutes ago from Sateon himself. This was very odd. Time travel perhaps, he thought, but he dismissed it. Anyone traveling through time at the moment would find themselves in serious trouble. They would most likely wink themselves out of existence. It was simply too close to the Event period.

"And how can you help one such as I," came his reply, "I am a demon lord in existence on the physical plane, I suspect you realize this. Few in the universe can match me in power."

The figure laughed, then spoke, "On Chikyuu, there are now five powers that can match you. Gojita exists there and has the power to destroy even you. Majin Buu and the hybrid Saiya-jins also have the power to hamper… perhaps even thwart you. I am sure you are already aware of this. I can remove Gojita from the equation and have the catalysts waiting for you when you arrive. You would merely have to pick them up and continue as planned."

The Demon Lord was no fool, or so he thought. "Why do you wish to help me in this?" he asked. He was still trying in vain to trace the shadow. This creature could not have possibly been a creature of hell and all living things had some form of Ki trace. Mechanical life, cy-borgs, and the like could not project themselves in such a manner.

"It amuses me to do so. Do not fear Demon Lord, whether you agree or disagree is immaterial. This shall be done for you regardless. You have no choice. I merely inform you so that you may benefit from this. A mortal man will deliver the catalysts to you as soon as you land on the planet. Simply land at these coordinates." As soon as those words were spoken the shadow dissolved into nothingness.  

 Bezal, stood there quietly attempting to see the trick angle. He could, however, not find anything wrong with the offer. He merely had to make sure it was not a trap, and that would be simple indeed. Yet, he could not shake the memory of another set of crystal blue eyes that had once seared themselves into his soul.

***

Elsewhere…

Aaron Klemsfeld and Dr. Fujiwara sat at a bar drinking steadily. They had rented an apartment together since they were both nearly bankrupt. Hatred burned in Aaron Klemsfeld's soul. He wanted nothing more than to get back at Capsule Corporation for that legal stunt that they had pulled. He'd see to it that Bulma Briefs suffered before he cut her heart out and sent her to hell. Smashing a bottle on the bar he stormed out of the bar looking for someone to pick a fight with. He was, after all, a rather large man. Turning into a park, he hoped to smash some poor jogger's face in, but instead was caught like a deer in front of headlights by the image of a woman.

It was no ordinary woman. That was apparent by the fact that he could see right through her. It must be the drink he thought. Grinning evilly, he ran at the woman intending to seize her and have his way with her. She was too beautiful to resist. Long tresses of light blue hair flowed down in front of her shoulders. Her blue eyes and perfect body inflamed him all the more.

The woman frowned, and easily side stepped the large man's attempt to pin her down. "Mr. Klemsfeld, if you wish something of that nature, there are OTHER places that provide those kinds of services. I on the other hand am here to provide you a once in a lifetime chance. How would you like to get revenge on Bulma Briefs and Capsule Corporation?"

That stopped Klemsfeld cold. "What? How can you help me do that?" asked Klemsfeld, an evil light appearing in his eyes. "If you can help me get back at them I shall do anything for you."

"And so you shall. Listen carefully Aaron Klemsfeld. When you return to your home there will be two vials containing a deadly liquid. This liquid is poisonous for only two people on this planet. One of them is Bulma Briefs husband and bodyguard. The other is Son Goku. They are very close to her, by poisoning them you will cause her much grief, but even more importantly open you a window of opportunity to break her completely."

"I've heard of her husband and this other man. They are said to have super human powers. How can I get them to drink this poison? The Briefs bitch knows my face," snarled Klemsfeld. He wanted nothing more than to hurt the Briefs woman, well perhaps that Blonde that somehow managed to destroy his company.

"The Briefs will be attending the 26th Tenkiachi Budoukai. Vegeta and Son Goku will battle each other there. When they are finished merely hand them a pair of towels covered with the poison. Disguise yourself as a monk and they will not notice. Now, listen carefully. The poison will take affect slowly and will not kick in until the end of the tournament. When it does kick in their families and friends will be distracted. During this time you will kidnap Bra Briefs and Marron Chestnut. The second girl is the daughter of the woman who destroyed your factories. Two for the price of one. Could you ask for a better opportunity?"

Klemsfeld could hardly believe it. This woman was telling him exactly how to destroy the Briefs. His hate-fogged mind did not understand or want to understand why she would want this. Nor did he really think about the plan, he so desired revenge that he swallowed every word.

"When you have kidnapped the two girls," continued the woman, "take them to this coordinate. An associate of mine will be waiting there to conduct a sacrifice of the girls. It will be most painful, you can send the body parts in pieces back to the Briefs afterwards. Do we have an agreement, will you serve me?"

"YES!" cried Klemsfeld thinking only of vengeance. He briefly felt a strange sensation and was suddenly very tired. He just wanted to go home now.

"Go home. There you will find all the information and the poison ready for your use."

***

 "Did Klemsfeld agree?" asked the blonde as she woke from her meditation. Projecting shadows was hard work.

"Yes, he did. He's kind of a loose cannon so we will have to keep an eye on him. It wouldn't do for the "sacrifices" to be dead before they got to Bezal," replied her friend, the blue haired one, "everything is set, the poison, the meeting place, our insurance policy. Will Bezal be on time?"

"Oh yes… He's intrigued and has nothing to lose," said the blonde watcher. "He also seems to think that I'm his long lost Lilith," she continued with a hint of melancholy.

Silence hung for a moment before her friend spoke again.

"In a way you are, old friend," replied the other watcher simply.