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Warning: This and later chapter's are going to get into some darker areas, so if your easily bothered don't read on. Rating is still PG-13 for violence, language, and minor implied sexuality.
Dragonball: After Earth
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 10: A Moment of Silence
It looked like a big melon. That was the thought that kept echoing inside Son Goku's mind as he glanced down at the Three-Star Namekian Dragonball he had just recovered. At least there were only two more to get and he could eat. Pan, Trunks, Tenshinhan, and Hammer were each on their way to the other dragonballs. Due to his Instantaneous Movement ability, Goku was getting three of them compared to the others.
The Namek people were somehow able to locate their dragonballs with much more ease then anyone on Earth ever had. Goku thought it might have been because the Namek balls were so big. They were easily several times larger then the Earth Dragonballs, which could fit within your hand. Realistically he knew that wasn't true however. The Namekians were the first to create dragonballs and thus shared a special bond with them. Murri, The Namekian Elder, had drawn a detailed map for al lof them showing the dragonballs locations. Goku had to fly to each one, but could simply teleport back when he had all of them by locking onto Dende's ki. White energy flared up around the sayai-jin as he rocketed off to another dragonball. If he delayed the others might make it back before he had all three.
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The flagship of the Daemon Empire, the Kraken, came out of hyperspace near the rubble field that had formerly been the planet, Earth. It shimmered momentarily coming fully into phase before the great thrusters burst to life, propelling the cruiser forward towards the lonely moon, Luna.
As the Kraken approached the lifeless orb, another Daemon cruiser came into view. The Leviathan, slowly came around from the darkside of Luna, having been awaiting the coming of its' sister ship. It would return to its' home dimension, while the Kraken would remain. Its' crew and master still had several tasks to perform before they could see the dark skies of Dis once again.
The Kraken slowed and brought itself up underneath the smaller ship. Where the Leviathan was an enormous ship, the Kraken was simply monstrous, stretching half-again the length of the other ship from nose to rear. When it was within range a portal opened on the bottom of the Leviathan, a softly glowing blue tube stretching out to the other ship. The prisoner and personal transfer would not take long.
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Azazel floated up the transport tube into the Leviathan first. He would drop the prisoner and his daughter off personally, plus he desired access to Mephiston's private shuttle. As he materialized within the ship he saw that the Magistrate had decided not to meet him personally. Instead the Death Knight, Charon awaited him.
Along with Charon were two strangers that Azazel did not recognize. They both wore specially made black daemon armor, the shoulders and joints covered with spiked plates. A helm that appeared to latch onto the breastplate itself adorned their heads, and it seemed hadn't been designed with the intention of being removed. The Black Knight guessed these were more of Mephiston's creations. He had seen many in his time serving with the Magistrate, and had no desire to question the lacky about them.
He handed a small box containing relevant information over to Charon, gesturing over his shoulder as Laele materialized, the floating tube that contained Medon appearing right behind her.
"Per Lord Mephiston's request I return with his lost warrior, Laele. I also bring him one of the sayai-jin. He may do with the boy as he so desires, though my personal recommendation would be to restore him to health and then question him on his fellows."
The Death Knight's red eyes flickered within his skull helm, glancing over Azazel's shoulder before returning to the knight. Charon gave a short nod. No words were needed, he would pass on the Black Knight's words but Mephiston would do what Mephiston chose. It was always such.
"I also desire access to your master's personal shuttle. While my ship the Kraken will head for the location upon which Ahirman and Marduke believe New Namek to be located, I shall continue my search for the High Gods of this dimension. I believe they may make their presence known when we begin an assault on the planet, and will use that opportunity to make a jump to their own world and destroy them."
Charon fell within himself as the mind of the Magistrate touched his own. The Death Knight had new orders. He would instead seek the Namekian Dragonballs above all else. While Azazel's force seiged the planet, he would have plenty of opportunity to gain the precious artifacts.
"Lord Mephiston thanks you for the return of his warrior and the prison. He will give you his personal shuttle as a gift, in return thought he requests the boon of my presence upon the Kraken as it departs for the planet of New Namek."
Azazel had expected Mephiston to ask something in return and his servant's presence was not much of a favor to request. Charon was quite powerful and would serve well in whatever battle occurred, even if he was there to serve as the Magistrates eyes and ears.
"So be it. Just remember while aboard my ship you shall be under Marduke's orders as he is also in command of my ship while I am not present."
No more words were needed between the two. Azazel had never liked Charon, the Death Knight was an absolutely passionless and without mercy killer. The Black Knight turned and made his way to the shuttle bay as Charon stepped forward to confront Laele, who had stood silently the entire time, one hand resting protectively upon the stasis tube.
"Warrior Laele. You shall accompany these two warriors along with your cargo to Lord Mephiston. Do not speak to others or attempt to change the chosen route. If you do so they are under orders to destroy you. Do you understand?"
"Yes m'lord"
Charon waved his taloned hand and the two dark warriors besides him came up from their positions. The taller of the two stepped besides the stasis tube, glancing downward at it, and it's occupant. The other came and took her arm in a surprisingly strong iron grip, which surprised her. He was far stronger then any daemon solider she had ever met previously, even the elite. Seeing them completing his orders, Charon gave another nod of satisfaction and stepped onto the transport tube to be carried back to the Kraken.
Laele was led several feet before she realized that the second warrior and the stasis tube had no moved. The one holding her arm stopped and turned slightly to its' companion. The second warrior was still staring down into the tube, the tips of its' black gloved hands lightly pressed against the class covering Medon.
"What are you doing? Come along!"
The other reacted as if startled from a dream. Shaking its' head slightly before straitening and nodding in acceptance. Taking firm grasp of the handle with which to lead the tube, it followed after them. Even as Laele considered the oddity of that action from the warrior, she was led deeper into the Leviathan, to face her master.
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The moment he had been waiting for had finally come. The East Kaioshin had kept his senses focused upon the third orbit around the sun for several days, waiting for the daemons to make another move. They had done so, a large rift between dimensions appearing clearly to him, as the space cruiser Leviathan shifted between realities.
Taking off from the ground he flew across Kaioshin Kai, seeking the elder Rou Kaioshin. Though dead, the Rou Kaioshin was one of the High Gods and thus responsible for the universe. He had refused to give aid such as Kaioshin was about to request during the incident for Majinn Buu, but the god helped the years had helped him put that incident into context. He had been angry at Son Goku for lying about a reward he had promised at the time.
He needed the other god to communicate with the mortals upon New Namek and give his plan. He knew they seeking a way to reach their lost friend, as well as planning on using the Eternal Dragon, Porunga. He had a way to help ease their plight as well as make them aware of the force coming to lay siege to the planet. The act of communication wouldn't make his hunter aware of his location, but the physical aid he planned to give to them certainly would.
Still they had several days until the daemons arrived at New Namek, they were unsure of its' location and would be unable to use their warp drive to travel their quickly. A small formed on the god's face as he increased his speed, hurtling across the surface of the holy orb.
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The others had already returned to the Namekian village, Pan had finally just recovered her dragonball and was on her way back. The dragonball had been hard to find despite the map, after its' last use it had landed in the ocean and lodged deep underwater. It had taken the demi-sayai-jin the better part of several hours to lay her hands upon. She now grasped the ball tightly though and was heading with all speed back to her friends.
Pan had to fight the urge to let a small smile creep onto her face as she thought over things. They were finally taking action, taking the initiative. She would have her brother back soon. She was also still a bit surprised over herself over what she had done the previous evening. Part of her could rationalize that what had occurred between Trunks and her had been out of desperation. They were both lonely, and the feel of another person, knowing they were cared about had helped them both cope with what had happened. She didn't want to rationalize it though. She was a young woman, and Trunks had been one of the source of her fantasies ever since she had had been younger.
When she, Trunks, and Goku had gone into space she had developed a puppy love like affection for the older man. As she had grown older she had been able to put it into perspective for herself, and lumped the other sayai-jin in with the various celebrities she admired. Trunks was flesh and blood though, thus during the periods without boyfriends, he would tend to dominate the fantasies she did allow herself. What had happened hadn't quite been as she would have wanted it, but still, it was possibly something to build on after this was all over. With a soft sigh, Pan pushed the thoughts from her head. This wasn't the time, they had to win first, and they would win. Her grandfather wouldn't let them lose.
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He was floating within vast white warmth. The peace was the first he had experienced in awhile. Medon didn't want to come out of this place. It was safe, no one was trying to kill him or his family, he didn't have to think about the horrible things that had happened, and he wasn't forced to fight. Then the voice cut through his peace, it was a kind voice, but it was still seeking to take away his rest. The demi-sayai-jin forced it away.
"Medon..."
He closed his eyes and denied the voice; he didn't want to wake up. To wake up would bring back the pain, the suffering, and the death.
"Medon...you must wake up now."
He began to become keenly aware of his body. The intense pain was gone, replaced only by a dull ache. He also felt a cool, slender hand against his brow, the backs of fingers gently sliding against his cheek.
"I am sorry, but you must awake. Though I wish you did not."
The young man's lavender eyes slowly opened, flinching against the bright light that filtered in. The first thing he saw was the silhouette of a woman, blocking the light, only her outline was visible. In that instant he was sure he was dead, and an angel had come to awaken him into the next life. Then a throbbing pain stabbed up his left arm, reminding him vividly that he still lived and causing him to wince.
"I am sorry, I did not have time to completely heal you. They demanded you be brought to consciousness as quickly as possible. I delayed it as much as I could, to continue healing your wounds. You shall need all the strength you can muster to survive."
Medon brought his attention again to the woman, his eyes had adjusted to the light and he could see her better now. He knew why he had thought she was an angel initially; she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Woman, probably wasn't the proper term though, she appeared barely older then he. Still since the Black Knight had beaten him, he had to assume she was a daemon, and thus she could be centuries old and still look youthful.
"Where am I?"
She looked up briefly as if searching for something then leaned down near him, her hand on his forehead pushing his head flat again.
"Close your eyes and lie still while I tell you what has occurred. It shall give us a few more moments until they know you are awake."
He did as he was told, though he kept one eye cracked slightly. He was still sore enough, he wouldn't be very effective in a fight, but he didn't want to completely relax despite her seeming non-hostile intentions to him. He got a better look at the daemoness as she leaned down to speak to him.
She appeared more human then any of the others he had seen. From her general stature she was most likely shorter then Pan, and more slender, though fuller at the bust and hips. Her skin was smooth, and pale, though not white as Zilvra's had been, more like one who had seen little sun. Her long hair was tied back to keep it from her face, and was an odd shade of blue-green, akin to the clear waters near Muten Roshi's island. She was extremely finely featured; the actual term Medon found appropriate would be she appeared delicate. The tips of pointed ears would be seen poking through her hair. Her large eyes were slightly almond shaped and the same color as her hair. She was wearing a simple deep blue hooded robe, though it clung at the arms and legs.
"You are within the capital of the Empire, Dis. My name is Asmodia. I am High Priestess and daughter of the Emperor. I was the only one capable of restoring you to health so great were your wounds. Lord Mephiston wishes you restored to health so you maybe interrogated. Laele could not let you die, and neither could I. Though it would have been a kindness. You have great valor sayai-jin, and I thank you for sparing the life of my friend. I know it shall not help you with your coming trials, but I apologize for the dishonor we have done you and those you care for."
Medon's eyes popped open fully at her both blunt and striking statement. Even with the change he had experienced in Laele he had not expected anything that profound from any of the daemons, especially not one he had just met.
As he went to speak, she slid her hand down his face, both re-closing his eyes and silencing his response. Her own gaze flicking upward again, Mephiston had been watching from the chamber above the cell they had Medon within. The Magistrate had moved away to take care of several of his own concerns but he would be back shortly. He had forced Laele to leave several hours before, and thus she would have no warning when the Daemon Lord returned.
"Do not speak. There is no need I know your heart. I know my words surprise you but you would be surprised to find we do not all carry darkness in our hearts. The people of this world are just like any other. Those in power though are corrupt to their cores, and find delight in destruction. I cannot aid you now, but if you can survive a bit longer, I shall do what I can. Turbulent times are coming to this world, and many will become victims of others desires."
He knew she was trying to give him hope, but her references to his survival that it would be something he might not accomplish scared him. He wanted to live, he wanted to see Pan again, and his grandfather. He didn't want to die here.
"I know you are scared. Do not worry though, you will find your courage."
She heard one of the outer chamber doors open; Mephiston was coming directly into the cell, not back to the observation room. Muttering arcane phrases beneath her breath, Asmodia pressed warm lips to Medon's forehead. He felt a pleasant tingling sensation pass through his body before he fell into a restful sleep. She quickly stood and appeared to simply be looking the sayia-jin over as the heavy adamantine door behind her swung open and the Magistrate stepped into the room.
"Has he awoken yet?"
"Yes just a brief while ago. I put him back asleep so he would not be a problem until your lordship is ready to speak with him."
"Always thinking aren't you Asmodia? Perhaps that is why your father puts so little responsibility upon you eh?"
"I would not know."
"Of course you wouldn't. Be gone from here, the Empresses shall be here shortly; she wishes to see the prisoner. Laele has been placed within your chambers; I do not want her roaming about until I have a chance to question her more in depth. She did not tell me the entire story of what occurred between the boy and Azazel."
Asmodia simply bowed in response to Mephiston's demands and turned upon her heel exiting the prison and leaving him with the still sleeping Medon. She was actually pleased that the Magistrate had left Laele with her. It would give her time to sort out what was going out. Laele most likely had heard the same tidings as she had. There were those unhappy with Emperor Asmodius' rule that would seek to overthrow him. She suspected Mephiston was the one organizing it, but she had no proof. A civil war would cause only destruction and mass death across Dis. The precursors had been seen though. Bands of elite soldiers had gone out on simple scouting missions and never returned. The Emperor also seemed to only be receiving information that was coming from Azazel, and somewhat from Abbadon. Mephiston barely ever reported to him anymore, and neither had Baal before his death. Of the First Order Knights, they seemed split, with half still doing their duties and the other half seeming to always have other tasks at hand. Things did not bode well for the future. With these thoughts she left the prison and ascended into the palace above.
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Dende rubbed his chin and looked over at Goku across the small fire from him. The sayai-jin was also in thought over what they had just heard proposed to them. The East Kaioshin had just contacted them telepathically with the aid of the Rou Kaioshin and outlined his thoughts on the situation and a plan he had formed.
"What do you think Son Goku?"
"It almost sounds like a suicidal course of action, but it does have merits."
~~I am sorry to put the burden on you my friend. As you proved all those years ago though, mere mortals have exceeded the power of the gods.~~
"Don't worry about it Kaioshin. We were going to do something anyway. I also like the idea of not waiting for them to come to us."
The God of Earth sighed and put his head into his hands as he thought of the plan the High God had proposed. As one of the High Gods, he was able to teleport not only across space, but also across dimensional barriers. Now that he had felt the energies directly from the daemon reality, he could take the sayai-jin to it if they agreed. His plan was he would take a group of warriors to the daemon homeworld, and they would attempt to destroy the Empire's ability to make war, as well as defeat any of the army's leaders. It was hoped that with their direction gone, the lower ranking officers and officials would lose their taste for battle. It was also hoped that an attack on their homeworld would divert the force that was heading for New Namek, and force them to return home. While this was happening, they would also use the Namek Dragonballs to wish back the Earth, and it's people. That way the attackers could use the portals from the Daemon Empire to escape back home if things go out of hand or they won.
The problems with the plan were many though. They were not sure whether Medon was on the Daemon Throneworld, and Pan would want to find him before retreating. They also were unsure of the strength of the leaders of the daemon armies. They had all grown in power since Earth, but whether it would be enough or not was unsure. Dende just wasn't sure what to do; he wanted his beloved planet back, but not only to lose it again.
"We'll do it."
"Goku?!"
The sayai-jin smiled and stood up from the other side of the fire. The light reflected in his dark eyes as he glanced behind him at the small huts where his friends slept, as well as the majority of the villagers.
"I know it's risky god, but Kaioshin is right. It's the only option. We might as well take the fight to them, besides at least that way we won't risk your people being killed."
Then Goku broke into a wide grin and slapped his hands together. Then gave his head a slow roll, working the kinks out.
"I have to admit though. I'm looking forward to the challenge. Kaioshin! We'll be ready by tomorrow. When your prepared come to us and we'll go."
~~As you wish Son Goku. I am as before, grateful. I shall contact you in a few days time, before the cruiser reaches New Namek.~~
Then the mental contract with the East Kaioshin vanished, leaving Dende staring wide-eyed across the fire at Goku, who was still smiling. He couldn't believe the sayai-jin was actually going to try it. Of course Goku had also believed he could beat Majinn Buu by himself initially as well, so his confidence shouldn't have been a surprise. Still, even having trained the past few days and having recovered from their injuries, did they really have the strength necessary to battle the daemons in their own home?
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Mephiston smiled as another scream tore out in the chamber below. He had been enjoying the show for hours on end, and it had yet to get dull. The minion he had chosen to perform the "interrogation" was quite skilled in the art, having perfected it over the last millennia. Beelzebub was also quite insane, even by the standards of other daemons. Mephiston did favor him so.
His companion was also taking an interest in the delights of the torture chamber beneath them. His red eyes slid to the side to regard the Empresses of the Daemon Empire who sat besides him, her gaze fixated on the room below. The slight flicker of her red tongue could be seen to flicker across her lips during any particularly bloody result of Beelzebub's treatment of Medon.
Lilith has been Empress for nearly as long as Asmodius had ruled over the Empire. Back as far as Mephiston could remember. She was weaker then her mate, but much more intelligent. She also saw the failings in the way he ruled. Simple destruction was not productive, neither was eliminating planets when they caused a bit of a problem. Thus the reason for their shortage of resources, Asmodius had ordered thousands upon thousands of planets destroyed during the time of his rule, some of them quite rich in natural resources.
When the Magistrate had decided to put in wheels the motion of his plan to overthrow the Emperor and put himself in Asmodius' place. Lilith had been one of the first he had attempted to enlist. She had readily agreed. Asmodius allowed her little influence within court, and did not take her advice to mean much. Mephiston knew otherwise and promised her the position of power she so deserved. So she had made sure orders were relayed wrong, and the royal guard would be away from the palace in two day's time. Then he would put his plans into action.
On the chosen day, the Kraken would lay siege to New Namek and Abbadon would follow the orders he had been given by the Emperor at Mephiston's advice. The Lord Magi would descend into the heart of Dis, and use the power of the world itself to open a massive planar gateway into the other dimension. They would move the throneworld itself through the rift into the place where the Earth had formerly inhabited and use it as a staging point for the rest of the campaign within that realm.
With Lilith's help, Mephiston had also managed to recruit the High Prince, Duriel into his schemes of rebellion. Though he did have every intention of destroying the Prince after this was over. The whelp would most likely attempt to take power from the Magistrate in a few years time, and he did not feel like putting down an uprising of his own. He also had the same fate planned for Lilith, though he would let her live a few centuries more to learn all he could from her. No use in making the same mistakes as his predecessor.
The Empress rising up to her full six and half feet in height, and stretching out her great wings, besides Mephiston shook him from his thoughts bringing him back to the present. The noises from within the chamber had died off as the interrogator took a few minutes to use the various potions and salves at his disposal to restore Medon to a better state of health, it would not do if he died.
"Not enjoying the show?"
"I have other tasks to attend to. As do you my dear Magistrate, if your plan is to be successful."
"Your wisdom prevails over pleasure as always my lady. Beelzebub! Wait until things are set into motion fully and then kill the boy."
The other daemon gave a cackle of satisfaction with the order. He was not to found of the sayai-jin. It had taken him getting creative to finally make the teenager scream, and though that was a testament to his willpower, it had displeased Beelzebub greatly.
Lilith was already departing the chamber, with another glance down at the battered and bleeding Medon, the Magistrate followed after her. Indeed there was still much to do.
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Laele snarled and tossed her goblet across the room where it struck against the wall with the sharp noise of metal against stone. Things were progressing at a rapid pace and she was stuck in this room, unable to do anything that wait. The effect was maddening upon the normally active warrior.
Asmodia offered a smile of sympathy to her friend as she recovered the fallen cup, gently setting it down onto one of the many tables that sat at various places within her lavish room. She had managed to distract the other daemoness for the past few hours, but Laele was understandably getting agitated. Asmodia had to admit she was as well, they hadn't heard any more reports of anything odd occurring as of late. Laele was the one to break the silence, asking the question that had been thought but remained unsaid between them.
"What do you think he's planning?"
"I'm not sure. You would know more then I most likely, you are one of his warriors after all. All I've heard is rumors, along with the odd behavior of my brother as of late. He came to me a fortnight ago and said simply when it begins to keep my head down and I would come out of it unscathed. He refused to say more then that. What have you heard?"
"Very little. Lord Mephiston said he had something big planned after we were done on Earth, but since I didn't return with the main unit I've heard nothing. Zilvra refused to tell me anything, saying I didn't have the stomach for it. No more since that, the calm before the storm if you will"
"It most likely is as we suspect. Mephiston has more allies then my father does. If he plans a coup he could very well succeed. The majority of the populace of the throneworld is in the military, so it will be global. I feel pity for those civilians that we do have though, they have no chance for survival."
"What can we do?"
"Not much unfortunately. I've managed to use what little influence I have to set up a few shuttle on various locations that will launch at my command, and plan to order the innocents to it if things do break into open conflict. It won't be enough though. I also fear for your friend within the dungeons. If he still lives, he most likely won't after this conflict."
"You were with him for a time Asmodia, and I know your empathy tends to touch others while you heal them. What did you think of him?"
"I think that if we let him die our crimes shall be as great as those that actually do the deed."
"That's good to hear, but you didn't answer my question."
Asmodia sighed and settled herself into a seat opposite Laele. She settled her chin into her slender hands and looked steadily at the other daemoness. She had been inside Medon's mind for sometime while she had restored him to health. She had seen his fears, his desires, and those he cared for. She probably knew him better then he knew himself at this moment.
"You made the right choice. He is what we should strive to be, as are his fellows. He is still but a child though; he is scared, and lets his emotions rule him. He actually has very little ability to hate, the most he demonstrates is simple rage, and when it fades he feels guilty over it. His power is not at his full beck and call though; what he demonstrated is only what he can access. He has more, hidden within him."
"Like your one to talk. You would be considered young even among the earthlings. What are you now? Twenty-seven or so?"
Laele smiled briefly and then frowned, her hand tightening into a fist, which she smacked hard against the arm of her chair.
"Well I'd say that decides what we should do then doesn't it?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"You're the High Priestess, the people trust you. If a rebellion comes, we do the logical thing. We get as many of them as we can onto the shuttles, we rescue Medon, and we get off planet. We can head to the other side of the Empire, and start things over."
"As much sense of it makes, I'm not sure it would work. We shall have to wait and see. I agree we will have to get the people off world, but beyond that I cannot say. I have tried to warn my father of the tidings, but he reprimands me for exceeding my place. Any coup will eventually have to bring him down, and his bared power is beyond comprehension. I do not want to be here when it is unleashed. We should enjoy these brief moments of silence while we can.
The other daemoness nodded and took up her cup again, refilling the goblet with the deep blue drink they had been sharing. When things did break loose, she would free the demi-sayai-jin, of that she was sure. She owed him that much.
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Abbadon looked out from his great tower across the expanse of the throneworld Dis. He had heard the tidings of course over the past few days. They had increased dramatically in the last forty-eight hours. He did not care though. The Lord Magi would have a place no matter who the ruler was, and if all those in power fell, he would step in himself.
His task now would be draining but was simple. He would open the massive planar tear into the other dimension and bring Dis through into the third orbit of Sol. Dis itself has long ago stopped being a true planet. It was not completely hollow; daemon technology ran throughout the inside, powering various places and providing energy to the Empire. Abbadon would use the power contained within the core, a miniature sun itself, to open the rift.
Closing his eyes he vanished from within his tower, reappearing besides two sentries outside the large tower, which Mephiston inhabited. One was clad in more slender version of the typical daemon armor, and seemed completely disinterested with his post. The other was the giant, Kale, whom Mephiston had sent on the assault upon Earth. The scars of that battle showed clearly on his visage, the behemoth was almost as much machine as dameon now. Both his legs and an arm were now made of gleaming back adamantine, as was one complete side of his face. Upon his arrival Kale bowed in respect to the Lord Magi, while the other simply turned his face away with an odd snorting sound.
"Tell your master that I go now into the depths of Dis. The portal shall open in a few hours time."
"Yes Lord Magi."
Then Abbadon was gone again, teleporting into the center of Dis itself. Though as he left he considered the disrespectful warrior. The dark eyes that had peered out of the helm had not belonged to any daemon.
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The report had just been delivered that Abbadon had descended into Dis to begin the ritual. That was the sign to put his plan into motion. The Kraken would arrive at New Namek in a few short hours as well. Mephiston smiled and closed his eyes, his mind reaching out to the daemon knight, Ahriman. Ahriman had managed to remove himself from the siege of New Namek, was returned to Dis. He had also readily agreed to serve the Magistrate, in return for the position as the Lord Commander upon their victory.
"Lord Ahriman, you may begin your assault. Target the barracks first, then make your way towards the palace."
"As you wish Lordship, or shall I say Emperor?"
"Ahh, and here I believed Marduke had the silver tongue. You shall do well Ahriman, proceed."
Mephiston resisted the urge to laugh as heard the sounds of the first explosions. Ahriman and a force of some twenty thousand elite warriors loyal to the Magistrate were in the initial assault force. Duriel and his warriors would begin to work at breaking down the palace's defenses, while Lilith would make sure the Emperor did not join the battle himself. Things were indeed shaping up nicely.
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Pan, Trunks, and Goku stood within the center of the Namekian village. The signal from Kaioshin had just come. Large amounts of energy were beginning to be focused within the daemon's dimension it was time. The three sayai-jin would be the first to go. Tenshinhan and Hammer would not accompany them until the daemon cruiser heading for New Namek turned back.
Goku looked at the seven Namek Dragonballs lying together upon the ground. They all glowed with the close proximity of their fellows; Dende would handle that aspect soon enough as well. Then he looked at his granddaughter and friend. He saw both the trepidation and determination upon their faces. They would not fail though. Reaching out he clasped each of their shoulders giving them reassuring nods. Then he looked over his shoulder at the High God who had just appeared upon New Namek. He still appeared much as Goku remembered last, the fusion between the East Kaioshin and Kibito seeming to have aged the former and increased his size. With a smile at those that would remain behind he turned back to Pan and Trunks.
"Let's go end this."
Warning: This and later chapter's are going to get into some darker areas, so if your easily bothered don't read on. Rating is still PG-13 for violence, language, and minor implied sexuality.
Dragonball: After Earth
By Blood Wraith
Chapter 10: A Moment of Silence
It looked like a big melon. That was the thought that kept echoing inside Son Goku's mind as he glanced down at the Three-Star Namekian Dragonball he had just recovered. At least there were only two more to get and he could eat. Pan, Trunks, Tenshinhan, and Hammer were each on their way to the other dragonballs. Due to his Instantaneous Movement ability, Goku was getting three of them compared to the others.
The Namek people were somehow able to locate their dragonballs with much more ease then anyone on Earth ever had. Goku thought it might have been because the Namek balls were so big. They were easily several times larger then the Earth Dragonballs, which could fit within your hand. Realistically he knew that wasn't true however. The Namekians were the first to create dragonballs and thus shared a special bond with them. Murri, The Namekian Elder, had drawn a detailed map for al lof them showing the dragonballs locations. Goku had to fly to each one, but could simply teleport back when he had all of them by locking onto Dende's ki. White energy flared up around the sayai-jin as he rocketed off to another dragonball. If he delayed the others might make it back before he had all three.
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The flagship of the Daemon Empire, the Kraken, came out of hyperspace near the rubble field that had formerly been the planet, Earth. It shimmered momentarily coming fully into phase before the great thrusters burst to life, propelling the cruiser forward towards the lonely moon, Luna.
As the Kraken approached the lifeless orb, another Daemon cruiser came into view. The Leviathan, slowly came around from the darkside of Luna, having been awaiting the coming of its' sister ship. It would return to its' home dimension, while the Kraken would remain. Its' crew and master still had several tasks to perform before they could see the dark skies of Dis once again.
The Kraken slowed and brought itself up underneath the smaller ship. Where the Leviathan was an enormous ship, the Kraken was simply monstrous, stretching half-again the length of the other ship from nose to rear. When it was within range a portal opened on the bottom of the Leviathan, a softly glowing blue tube stretching out to the other ship. The prisoner and personal transfer would not take long.
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Azazel floated up the transport tube into the Leviathan first. He would drop the prisoner and his daughter off personally, plus he desired access to Mephiston's private shuttle. As he materialized within the ship he saw that the Magistrate had decided not to meet him personally. Instead the Death Knight, Charon awaited him.
Along with Charon were two strangers that Azazel did not recognize. They both wore specially made black daemon armor, the shoulders and joints covered with spiked plates. A helm that appeared to latch onto the breastplate itself adorned their heads, and it seemed hadn't been designed with the intention of being removed. The Black Knight guessed these were more of Mephiston's creations. He had seen many in his time serving with the Magistrate, and had no desire to question the lacky about them.
He handed a small box containing relevant information over to Charon, gesturing over his shoulder as Laele materialized, the floating tube that contained Medon appearing right behind her.
"Per Lord Mephiston's request I return with his lost warrior, Laele. I also bring him one of the sayai-jin. He may do with the boy as he so desires, though my personal recommendation would be to restore him to health and then question him on his fellows."
The Death Knight's red eyes flickered within his skull helm, glancing over Azazel's shoulder before returning to the knight. Charon gave a short nod. No words were needed, he would pass on the Black Knight's words but Mephiston would do what Mephiston chose. It was always such.
"I also desire access to your master's personal shuttle. While my ship the Kraken will head for the location upon which Ahirman and Marduke believe New Namek to be located, I shall continue my search for the High Gods of this dimension. I believe they may make their presence known when we begin an assault on the planet, and will use that opportunity to make a jump to their own world and destroy them."
Charon fell within himself as the mind of the Magistrate touched his own. The Death Knight had new orders. He would instead seek the Namekian Dragonballs above all else. While Azazel's force seiged the planet, he would have plenty of opportunity to gain the precious artifacts.
"Lord Mephiston thanks you for the return of his warrior and the prison. He will give you his personal shuttle as a gift, in return thought he requests the boon of my presence upon the Kraken as it departs for the planet of New Namek."
Azazel had expected Mephiston to ask something in return and his servant's presence was not much of a favor to request. Charon was quite powerful and would serve well in whatever battle occurred, even if he was there to serve as the Magistrates eyes and ears.
"So be it. Just remember while aboard my ship you shall be under Marduke's orders as he is also in command of my ship while I am not present."
No more words were needed between the two. Azazel had never liked Charon, the Death Knight was an absolutely passionless and without mercy killer. The Black Knight turned and made his way to the shuttle bay as Charon stepped forward to confront Laele, who had stood silently the entire time, one hand resting protectively upon the stasis tube.
"Warrior Laele. You shall accompany these two warriors along with your cargo to Lord Mephiston. Do not speak to others or attempt to change the chosen route. If you do so they are under orders to destroy you. Do you understand?"
"Yes m'lord"
Charon waved his taloned hand and the two dark warriors besides him came up from their positions. The taller of the two stepped besides the stasis tube, glancing downward at it, and it's occupant. The other came and took her arm in a surprisingly strong iron grip, which surprised her. He was far stronger then any daemon solider she had ever met previously, even the elite. Seeing them completing his orders, Charon gave another nod of satisfaction and stepped onto the transport tube to be carried back to the Kraken.
Laele was led several feet before she realized that the second warrior and the stasis tube had no moved. The one holding her arm stopped and turned slightly to its' companion. The second warrior was still staring down into the tube, the tips of its' black gloved hands lightly pressed against the class covering Medon.
"What are you doing? Come along!"
The other reacted as if startled from a dream. Shaking its' head slightly before straitening and nodding in acceptance. Taking firm grasp of the handle with which to lead the tube, it followed after them. Even as Laele considered the oddity of that action from the warrior, she was led deeper into the Leviathan, to face her master.
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The moment he had been waiting for had finally come. The East Kaioshin had kept his senses focused upon the third orbit around the sun for several days, waiting for the daemons to make another move. They had done so, a large rift between dimensions appearing clearly to him, as the space cruiser Leviathan shifted between realities.
Taking off from the ground he flew across Kaioshin Kai, seeking the elder Rou Kaioshin. Though dead, the Rou Kaioshin was one of the High Gods and thus responsible for the universe. He had refused to give aid such as Kaioshin was about to request during the incident for Majinn Buu, but the god helped the years had helped him put that incident into context. He had been angry at Son Goku for lying about a reward he had promised at the time.
He needed the other god to communicate with the mortals upon New Namek and give his plan. He knew they seeking a way to reach their lost friend, as well as planning on using the Eternal Dragon, Porunga. He had a way to help ease their plight as well as make them aware of the force coming to lay siege to the planet. The act of communication wouldn't make his hunter aware of his location, but the physical aid he planned to give to them certainly would.
Still they had several days until the daemons arrived at New Namek, they were unsure of its' location and would be unable to use their warp drive to travel their quickly. A small formed on the god's face as he increased his speed, hurtling across the surface of the holy orb.
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The others had already returned to the Namekian village, Pan had finally just recovered her dragonball and was on her way back. The dragonball had been hard to find despite the map, after its' last use it had landed in the ocean and lodged deep underwater. It had taken the demi-sayai-jin the better part of several hours to lay her hands upon. She now grasped the ball tightly though and was heading with all speed back to her friends.
Pan had to fight the urge to let a small smile creep onto her face as she thought over things. They were finally taking action, taking the initiative. She would have her brother back soon. She was also still a bit surprised over herself over what she had done the previous evening. Part of her could rationalize that what had occurred between Trunks and her had been out of desperation. They were both lonely, and the feel of another person, knowing they were cared about had helped them both cope with what had happened. She didn't want to rationalize it though. She was a young woman, and Trunks had been one of the source of her fantasies ever since she had had been younger.
When she, Trunks, and Goku had gone into space she had developed a puppy love like affection for the older man. As she had grown older she had been able to put it into perspective for herself, and lumped the other sayai-jin in with the various celebrities she admired. Trunks was flesh and blood though, thus during the periods without boyfriends, he would tend to dominate the fantasies she did allow herself. What had happened hadn't quite been as she would have wanted it, but still, it was possibly something to build on after this was all over. With a soft sigh, Pan pushed the thoughts from her head. This wasn't the time, they had to win first, and they would win. Her grandfather wouldn't let them lose.
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He was floating within vast white warmth. The peace was the first he had experienced in awhile. Medon didn't want to come out of this place. It was safe, no one was trying to kill him or his family, he didn't have to think about the horrible things that had happened, and he wasn't forced to fight. Then the voice cut through his peace, it was a kind voice, but it was still seeking to take away his rest. The demi-sayai-jin forced it away.
"Medon..."
He closed his eyes and denied the voice; he didn't want to wake up. To wake up would bring back the pain, the suffering, and the death.
"Medon...you must wake up now."
He began to become keenly aware of his body. The intense pain was gone, replaced only by a dull ache. He also felt a cool, slender hand against his brow, the backs of fingers gently sliding against his cheek.
"I am sorry, but you must awake. Though I wish you did not."
The young man's lavender eyes slowly opened, flinching against the bright light that filtered in. The first thing he saw was the silhouette of a woman, blocking the light, only her outline was visible. In that instant he was sure he was dead, and an angel had come to awaken him into the next life. Then a throbbing pain stabbed up his left arm, reminding him vividly that he still lived and causing him to wince.
"I am sorry, I did not have time to completely heal you. They demanded you be brought to consciousness as quickly as possible. I delayed it as much as I could, to continue healing your wounds. You shall need all the strength you can muster to survive."
Medon brought his attention again to the woman, his eyes had adjusted to the light and he could see her better now. He knew why he had thought she was an angel initially; she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Woman, probably wasn't the proper term though, she appeared barely older then he. Still since the Black Knight had beaten him, he had to assume she was a daemon, and thus she could be centuries old and still look youthful.
"Where am I?"
She looked up briefly as if searching for something then leaned down near him, her hand on his forehead pushing his head flat again.
"Close your eyes and lie still while I tell you what has occurred. It shall give us a few more moments until they know you are awake."
He did as he was told, though he kept one eye cracked slightly. He was still sore enough, he wouldn't be very effective in a fight, but he didn't want to completely relax despite her seeming non-hostile intentions to him. He got a better look at the daemoness as she leaned down to speak to him.
She appeared more human then any of the others he had seen. From her general stature she was most likely shorter then Pan, and more slender, though fuller at the bust and hips. Her skin was smooth, and pale, though not white as Zilvra's had been, more like one who had seen little sun. Her long hair was tied back to keep it from her face, and was an odd shade of blue-green, akin to the clear waters near Muten Roshi's island. She was extremely finely featured; the actual term Medon found appropriate would be she appeared delicate. The tips of pointed ears would be seen poking through her hair. Her large eyes were slightly almond shaped and the same color as her hair. She was wearing a simple deep blue hooded robe, though it clung at the arms and legs.
"You are within the capital of the Empire, Dis. My name is Asmodia. I am High Priestess and daughter of the Emperor. I was the only one capable of restoring you to health so great were your wounds. Lord Mephiston wishes you restored to health so you maybe interrogated. Laele could not let you die, and neither could I. Though it would have been a kindness. You have great valor sayai-jin, and I thank you for sparing the life of my friend. I know it shall not help you with your coming trials, but I apologize for the dishonor we have done you and those you care for."
Medon's eyes popped open fully at her both blunt and striking statement. Even with the change he had experienced in Laele he had not expected anything that profound from any of the daemons, especially not one he had just met.
As he went to speak, she slid her hand down his face, both re-closing his eyes and silencing his response. Her own gaze flicking upward again, Mephiston had been watching from the chamber above the cell they had Medon within. The Magistrate had moved away to take care of several of his own concerns but he would be back shortly. He had forced Laele to leave several hours before, and thus she would have no warning when the Daemon Lord returned.
"Do not speak. There is no need I know your heart. I know my words surprise you but you would be surprised to find we do not all carry darkness in our hearts. The people of this world are just like any other. Those in power though are corrupt to their cores, and find delight in destruction. I cannot aid you now, but if you can survive a bit longer, I shall do what I can. Turbulent times are coming to this world, and many will become victims of others desires."
He knew she was trying to give him hope, but her references to his survival that it would be something he might not accomplish scared him. He wanted to live, he wanted to see Pan again, and his grandfather. He didn't want to die here.
"I know you are scared. Do not worry though, you will find your courage."
She heard one of the outer chamber doors open; Mephiston was coming directly into the cell, not back to the observation room. Muttering arcane phrases beneath her breath, Asmodia pressed warm lips to Medon's forehead. He felt a pleasant tingling sensation pass through his body before he fell into a restful sleep. She quickly stood and appeared to simply be looking the sayia-jin over as the heavy adamantine door behind her swung open and the Magistrate stepped into the room.
"Has he awoken yet?"
"Yes just a brief while ago. I put him back asleep so he would not be a problem until your lordship is ready to speak with him."
"Always thinking aren't you Asmodia? Perhaps that is why your father puts so little responsibility upon you eh?"
"I would not know."
"Of course you wouldn't. Be gone from here, the Empresses shall be here shortly; she wishes to see the prisoner. Laele has been placed within your chambers; I do not want her roaming about until I have a chance to question her more in depth. She did not tell me the entire story of what occurred between the boy and Azazel."
Asmodia simply bowed in response to Mephiston's demands and turned upon her heel exiting the prison and leaving him with the still sleeping Medon. She was actually pleased that the Magistrate had left Laele with her. It would give her time to sort out what was going out. Laele most likely had heard the same tidings as she had. There were those unhappy with Emperor Asmodius' rule that would seek to overthrow him. She suspected Mephiston was the one organizing it, but she had no proof. A civil war would cause only destruction and mass death across Dis. The precursors had been seen though. Bands of elite soldiers had gone out on simple scouting missions and never returned. The Emperor also seemed to only be receiving information that was coming from Azazel, and somewhat from Abbadon. Mephiston barely ever reported to him anymore, and neither had Baal before his death. Of the First Order Knights, they seemed split, with half still doing their duties and the other half seeming to always have other tasks at hand. Things did not bode well for the future. With these thoughts she left the prison and ascended into the palace above.
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Dende rubbed his chin and looked over at Goku across the small fire from him. The sayai-jin was also in thought over what they had just heard proposed to them. The East Kaioshin had just contacted them telepathically with the aid of the Rou Kaioshin and outlined his thoughts on the situation and a plan he had formed.
"What do you think Son Goku?"
"It almost sounds like a suicidal course of action, but it does have merits."
~~I am sorry to put the burden on you my friend. As you proved all those years ago though, mere mortals have exceeded the power of the gods.~~
"Don't worry about it Kaioshin. We were going to do something anyway. I also like the idea of not waiting for them to come to us."
The God of Earth sighed and put his head into his hands as he thought of the plan the High God had proposed. As one of the High Gods, he was able to teleport not only across space, but also across dimensional barriers. Now that he had felt the energies directly from the daemon reality, he could take the sayai-jin to it if they agreed. His plan was he would take a group of warriors to the daemon homeworld, and they would attempt to destroy the Empire's ability to make war, as well as defeat any of the army's leaders. It was hoped that with their direction gone, the lower ranking officers and officials would lose their taste for battle. It was also hoped that an attack on their homeworld would divert the force that was heading for New Namek, and force them to return home. While this was happening, they would also use the Namek Dragonballs to wish back the Earth, and it's people. That way the attackers could use the portals from the Daemon Empire to escape back home if things go out of hand or they won.
The problems with the plan were many though. They were not sure whether Medon was on the Daemon Throneworld, and Pan would want to find him before retreating. They also were unsure of the strength of the leaders of the daemon armies. They had all grown in power since Earth, but whether it would be enough or not was unsure. Dende just wasn't sure what to do; he wanted his beloved planet back, but not only to lose it again.
"We'll do it."
"Goku?!"
The sayai-jin smiled and stood up from the other side of the fire. The light reflected in his dark eyes as he glanced behind him at the small huts where his friends slept, as well as the majority of the villagers.
"I know it's risky god, but Kaioshin is right. It's the only option. We might as well take the fight to them, besides at least that way we won't risk your people being killed."
Then Goku broke into a wide grin and slapped his hands together. Then gave his head a slow roll, working the kinks out.
"I have to admit though. I'm looking forward to the challenge. Kaioshin! We'll be ready by tomorrow. When your prepared come to us and we'll go."
~~As you wish Son Goku. I am as before, grateful. I shall contact you in a few days time, before the cruiser reaches New Namek.~~
Then the mental contract with the East Kaioshin vanished, leaving Dende staring wide-eyed across the fire at Goku, who was still smiling. He couldn't believe the sayai-jin was actually going to try it. Of course Goku had also believed he could beat Majinn Buu by himself initially as well, so his confidence shouldn't have been a surprise. Still, even having trained the past few days and having recovered from their injuries, did they really have the strength necessary to battle the daemons in their own home?
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Mephiston smiled as another scream tore out in the chamber below. He had been enjoying the show for hours on end, and it had yet to get dull. The minion he had chosen to perform the "interrogation" was quite skilled in the art, having perfected it over the last millennia. Beelzebub was also quite insane, even by the standards of other daemons. Mephiston did favor him so.
His companion was also taking an interest in the delights of the torture chamber beneath them. His red eyes slid to the side to regard the Empresses of the Daemon Empire who sat besides him, her gaze fixated on the room below. The slight flicker of her red tongue could be seen to flicker across her lips during any particularly bloody result of Beelzebub's treatment of Medon.
Lilith has been Empress for nearly as long as Asmodius had ruled over the Empire. Back as far as Mephiston could remember. She was weaker then her mate, but much more intelligent. She also saw the failings in the way he ruled. Simple destruction was not productive, neither was eliminating planets when they caused a bit of a problem. Thus the reason for their shortage of resources, Asmodius had ordered thousands upon thousands of planets destroyed during the time of his rule, some of them quite rich in natural resources.
When the Magistrate had decided to put in wheels the motion of his plan to overthrow the Emperor and put himself in Asmodius' place. Lilith had been one of the first he had attempted to enlist. She had readily agreed. Asmodius allowed her little influence within court, and did not take her advice to mean much. Mephiston knew otherwise and promised her the position of power she so deserved. So she had made sure orders were relayed wrong, and the royal guard would be away from the palace in two day's time. Then he would put his plans into action.
On the chosen day, the Kraken would lay siege to New Namek and Abbadon would follow the orders he had been given by the Emperor at Mephiston's advice. The Lord Magi would descend into the heart of Dis, and use the power of the world itself to open a massive planar gateway into the other dimension. They would move the throneworld itself through the rift into the place where the Earth had formerly inhabited and use it as a staging point for the rest of the campaign within that realm.
With Lilith's help, Mephiston had also managed to recruit the High Prince, Duriel into his schemes of rebellion. Though he did have every intention of destroying the Prince after this was over. The whelp would most likely attempt to take power from the Magistrate in a few years time, and he did not feel like putting down an uprising of his own. He also had the same fate planned for Lilith, though he would let her live a few centuries more to learn all he could from her. No use in making the same mistakes as his predecessor.
The Empress rising up to her full six and half feet in height, and stretching out her great wings, besides Mephiston shook him from his thoughts bringing him back to the present. The noises from within the chamber had died off as the interrogator took a few minutes to use the various potions and salves at his disposal to restore Medon to a better state of health, it would not do if he died.
"Not enjoying the show?"
"I have other tasks to attend to. As do you my dear Magistrate, if your plan is to be successful."
"Your wisdom prevails over pleasure as always my lady. Beelzebub! Wait until things are set into motion fully and then kill the boy."
The other daemon gave a cackle of satisfaction with the order. He was not to found of the sayai-jin. It had taken him getting creative to finally make the teenager scream, and though that was a testament to his willpower, it had displeased Beelzebub greatly.
Lilith was already departing the chamber, with another glance down at the battered and bleeding Medon, the Magistrate followed after her. Indeed there was still much to do.
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Laele snarled and tossed her goblet across the room where it struck against the wall with the sharp noise of metal against stone. Things were progressing at a rapid pace and she was stuck in this room, unable to do anything that wait. The effect was maddening upon the normally active warrior.
Asmodia offered a smile of sympathy to her friend as she recovered the fallen cup, gently setting it down onto one of the many tables that sat at various places within her lavish room. She had managed to distract the other daemoness for the past few hours, but Laele was understandably getting agitated. Asmodia had to admit she was as well, they hadn't heard any more reports of anything odd occurring as of late. Laele was the one to break the silence, asking the question that had been thought but remained unsaid between them.
"What do you think he's planning?"
"I'm not sure. You would know more then I most likely, you are one of his warriors after all. All I've heard is rumors, along with the odd behavior of my brother as of late. He came to me a fortnight ago and said simply when it begins to keep my head down and I would come out of it unscathed. He refused to say more then that. What have you heard?"
"Very little. Lord Mephiston said he had something big planned after we were done on Earth, but since I didn't return with the main unit I've heard nothing. Zilvra refused to tell me anything, saying I didn't have the stomach for it. No more since that, the calm before the storm if you will"
"It most likely is as we suspect. Mephiston has more allies then my father does. If he plans a coup he could very well succeed. The majority of the populace of the throneworld is in the military, so it will be global. I feel pity for those civilians that we do have though, they have no chance for survival."
"What can we do?"
"Not much unfortunately. I've managed to use what little influence I have to set up a few shuttle on various locations that will launch at my command, and plan to order the innocents to it if things do break into open conflict. It won't be enough though. I also fear for your friend within the dungeons. If he still lives, he most likely won't after this conflict."
"You were with him for a time Asmodia, and I know your empathy tends to touch others while you heal them. What did you think of him?"
"I think that if we let him die our crimes shall be as great as those that actually do the deed."
"That's good to hear, but you didn't answer my question."
Asmodia sighed and settled herself into a seat opposite Laele. She settled her chin into her slender hands and looked steadily at the other daemoness. She had been inside Medon's mind for sometime while she had restored him to health. She had seen his fears, his desires, and those he cared for. She probably knew him better then he knew himself at this moment.
"You made the right choice. He is what we should strive to be, as are his fellows. He is still but a child though; he is scared, and lets his emotions rule him. He actually has very little ability to hate, the most he demonstrates is simple rage, and when it fades he feels guilty over it. His power is not at his full beck and call though; what he demonstrated is only what he can access. He has more, hidden within him."
"Like your one to talk. You would be considered young even among the earthlings. What are you now? Twenty-seven or so?"
Laele smiled briefly and then frowned, her hand tightening into a fist, which she smacked hard against the arm of her chair.
"Well I'd say that decides what we should do then doesn't it?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"You're the High Priestess, the people trust you. If a rebellion comes, we do the logical thing. We get as many of them as we can onto the shuttles, we rescue Medon, and we get off planet. We can head to the other side of the Empire, and start things over."
"As much sense of it makes, I'm not sure it would work. We shall have to wait and see. I agree we will have to get the people off world, but beyond that I cannot say. I have tried to warn my father of the tidings, but he reprimands me for exceeding my place. Any coup will eventually have to bring him down, and his bared power is beyond comprehension. I do not want to be here when it is unleashed. We should enjoy these brief moments of silence while we can.
The other daemoness nodded and took up her cup again, refilling the goblet with the deep blue drink they had been sharing. When things did break loose, she would free the demi-sayai-jin, of that she was sure. She owed him that much.
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Abbadon looked out from his great tower across the expanse of the throneworld Dis. He had heard the tidings of course over the past few days. They had increased dramatically in the last forty-eight hours. He did not care though. The Lord Magi would have a place no matter who the ruler was, and if all those in power fell, he would step in himself.
His task now would be draining but was simple. He would open the massive planar tear into the other dimension and bring Dis through into the third orbit of Sol. Dis itself has long ago stopped being a true planet. It was not completely hollow; daemon technology ran throughout the inside, powering various places and providing energy to the Empire. Abbadon would use the power contained within the core, a miniature sun itself, to open the rift.
Closing his eyes he vanished from within his tower, reappearing besides two sentries outside the large tower, which Mephiston inhabited. One was clad in more slender version of the typical daemon armor, and seemed completely disinterested with his post. The other was the giant, Kale, whom Mephiston had sent on the assault upon Earth. The scars of that battle showed clearly on his visage, the behemoth was almost as much machine as dameon now. Both his legs and an arm were now made of gleaming back adamantine, as was one complete side of his face. Upon his arrival Kale bowed in respect to the Lord Magi, while the other simply turned his face away with an odd snorting sound.
"Tell your master that I go now into the depths of Dis. The portal shall open in a few hours time."
"Yes Lord Magi."
Then Abbadon was gone again, teleporting into the center of Dis itself. Though as he left he considered the disrespectful warrior. The dark eyes that had peered out of the helm had not belonged to any daemon.
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The report had just been delivered that Abbadon had descended into Dis to begin the ritual. That was the sign to put his plan into motion. The Kraken would arrive at New Namek in a few short hours as well. Mephiston smiled and closed his eyes, his mind reaching out to the daemon knight, Ahriman. Ahriman had managed to remove himself from the siege of New Namek, was returned to Dis. He had also readily agreed to serve the Magistrate, in return for the position as the Lord Commander upon their victory.
"Lord Ahriman, you may begin your assault. Target the barracks first, then make your way towards the palace."
"As you wish Lordship, or shall I say Emperor?"
"Ahh, and here I believed Marduke had the silver tongue. You shall do well Ahriman, proceed."
Mephiston resisted the urge to laugh as heard the sounds of the first explosions. Ahriman and a force of some twenty thousand elite warriors loyal to the Magistrate were in the initial assault force. Duriel and his warriors would begin to work at breaking down the palace's defenses, while Lilith would make sure the Emperor did not join the battle himself. Things were indeed shaping up nicely.
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Pan, Trunks, and Goku stood within the center of the Namekian village. The signal from Kaioshin had just come. Large amounts of energy were beginning to be focused within the daemon's dimension it was time. The three sayai-jin would be the first to go. Tenshinhan and Hammer would not accompany them until the daemon cruiser heading for New Namek turned back.
Goku looked at the seven Namek Dragonballs lying together upon the ground. They all glowed with the close proximity of their fellows; Dende would handle that aspect soon enough as well. Then he looked at his granddaughter and friend. He saw both the trepidation and determination upon their faces. They would not fail though. Reaching out he clasped each of their shoulders giving them reassuring nods. Then he looked over his shoulder at the High God who had just appeared upon New Namek. He still appeared much as Goku remembered last, the fusion between the East Kaioshin and Kibito seeming to have aged the former and increased his size. With a smile at those that would remain behind he turned back to Pan and Trunks.
"Let's go end this."