When word had come that the God of Destruction had visited the planet, the young, anthropomorphic woman regarded it with worry.
She had been away on a trip to the capital of her planet, and though her primary job was that of a bodyguard to protect the person she rode in her carriage with from potential those who wanted to free the person in custody, she gazed to the skies with a distant look, as though looking up there would allow her to see Beerus the Destroyer himself come along.
Despite this never happening, the woman felt worried, as there was a very out-of-place sense of atmosphere in the air as they rode through the town.
The king had gone to several lengths to restore order after a recent civil war, yet the planet looked as though it were a mess due to the number of debris.
And, as usual, instead of the king trying to help the people, he just made an example of the rebellion's side of things and made a slave class out of them.
"This is just terrible." The man she rode with said, his ankles and wrists both in shackles as he sat with a choker around his neck, chaining him to the floor of the carriage.
He had a dejected look about him, and the young woman sighed heavily, scooting closer to him so the driver wouldn't hear her.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't do more to help." She said to him softly.
The man, one of the founding leaders of the rebellion, looked up at her, him seeming more apologetic than she was.
"You shouldn't blame yourself." The man said. "They… they wanted what was best for you. I'm not ashamed of what I did. I'm just ashamed it all happened, and it all might not even matter."
The woman sighed in response as he mentioned the very sore subject of her parents, who had joined the fight against the king, while making her hide with the rest of her siblings.
They had died in the war, and she'd only heard a few days prior to then, with the added sting of them dying for the losing side of the war.
The king tolerated none of it, and after figuring out who each soldier was, went well out of his way to make all the people involved suffer for daring to fight against the king rule.
The only thing that had kept her remaining family from enduring slave labor, like all the other children, was the fact that she'd been assigned to escort this man to the capitol for his punishment.
Thinking on this made the woman sigh heavily, looking back up to the sky again.
She had always had an innate level of power at her disposal, and yet she'd lived most of her life with her parents forcing her to hide it.
Despite this, when the Royal Army had come to enslave her little brothers and sisters, in light of her parents having died in combat as well, the realization of the current situation sent her flying into a rage, one that, albeit desperate, had probably saved her family that fate.
She had been overbearingly powerful, so much so that most of the soldiers that were desperately trying to subdue her could stop her.
She'd torn through two whole platoons' worth of soldiers, and probably would've killed many more, if not for the fact that her moment of distraction was all it took for one of the survivors to threaten her much weaker family with a gun.
Compared to her, they were defenseless; they had not yet learned how to ball their fists and throw a proper punch, much less understanding the workings of the energy within their bodies, ki.
With the gun aimed at her little sister's skull, the man's threat was clear even before he said it.
She stood down without question, even amongst a smoking land of corpses and ash piles, and it wasn't long after that that she'd been assigned to escort the man, with the intended deal being that she would be able to look forward to a promising military career, as opposed to having her siblings be slaves, and her being a prisoner for killing so many Royal Army soldiers.
(She wondered briefly if busting herself out of jail would be that far out of the realm of possibility, but she didn't entertain the thought in that moment, for fear of her little sister getting her brains blown out.)
With the power in her control, the woman wondered briefly if her mother and father, members of the rebellion of her planet, would still be alive if she had fought instead of them.
The subject made the woman frown.
The sting of her parents both dying was harsh enough, but it was especially painful given the fact that both had died for seemingly nothing, as the civil war had ended with the king's forces winning.
The king, in the immediate aftermath of the war, had ordered the areas to be put under martial law – as if that wasn't how it was to begin with.
The man was always so damn full of himself, she thought angrily.
Ever since he'd taken the throne from his father, everyone's lives had gone progressively downhill.
Anyone who dared speak up against him was met with some kind of penalty, and he was even more enthusiastic about making an example out of people to set fear in place.
This was to the extent that he was forcing her and a number of others to take a slow, grueling ride through all the towns of the kingdom, to showcase the leader of their rebellion being chained up and defeated, to further instill the apparent absolute power of the king.
He was that dedicated to putting up an image, and yet the carrier birds of their planet that had come to pick up crops for Beerus' arrival would've made the trip several times less mundane for those involved.
She failed to see the point in the king trying to make clear his own power over everyone, when he'd already made an example out of everyone involved.
She sighed.
"What are you talking about over there?" The gruff voice of the carriage driver behind hers said, and she snapped her gaze over to him.
"Nothing." She said to him, yet the man seemed to be looking for an excuse to get angry.
"You were conspiring with that wretch, weren't you?!" He yelled at her, eyes narrowed in forced suspicion.
He cared very little about what she was talking about, but she'd been rubbing him the wrong way ever since this transport started.
With the news that Beerus had come to the planet, it was a given that he was more on edge than ever.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him in turn, giving a glare, and the man's anger flared up on his face in turn, hiding how much the prospect of him angering the woman who'd killed so many people in such short time could probably do to him.
"I wasn't." She said, voice gruff in turn.
"Just ignore him." The rebellion founder below her shook her head, and she grit her teeth, but understood, crossing her arms closing her eyes as she began sitting quietly again.
The man gazed up at her, then sighed, minding the choker around his neck, and uncomfortable it was.
This was just inhumane, he thought, eyes narrowing in anger.
If he could, he would've at least reasoned with the king, but the king himself was just so unreasonable that it was –
The ground suddenly shaking violently jarred everyone in the area, the power of the earthquake so strong it sent most people on their hands and knees, if they didn't outright fall over, the ground behind the carriage splitting open as the ground seemed to blow itself away, the woman's eyes widening at the sight of this happening as she heard the unanimous yells of countless lives fill the air as they gave a tumultuous scream of fear, shock, and agony.
Then, as quickly as the cries began, they suddenly disappeared.
The woman rose to her feet, eyes widening when she looked over the crack in the ground, realizing then that it wasn't a crack.
She hoisted herself over the edge of the wagon, landing on the ground with a thud, before running to where the ground had split apart, eyes widening in horror as her face became illuminated by the light of magma, her coughing haphazardly upon breathing in the toxins.
A seemingly bottomless cliff had formed where she'd been mere seconds ago.
This was her realization from what she could comprehend however.
The reality of it was much graver.
"A bit harsh for food you called tasty, wouldn't you say my lord?" Whis asked Beerus as they floated out in orbit of the planet before them, surveying the Destroyer God's work.
"All that grease is unhealthy." Beerus replied, the humanoid cat using his nail to clean his teeth of the dessert he'd eaten from the king's buffet's worth of food. "Makes you sluggish all day. I've done this galaxy a favor."
Due to the dessert in question being, in his words, "too greasy", he had destroyed half of the entire planet.
Zamasu soon appeared on the planet days later, upon surveying the damage that the planet had been in.
The planet seemed to have been bisected in half, and he was only just seeing the consequences of such a thing.
Magma had begun to drift off into space, but due to the planet's mass, it and its toxins were pulled along into orbit, intoxicating the planet's atmosphere greatly.
While the planet had been half destroyed, the other half's inhabitants would quickly find it uninhabitable.
Zamasu sighed heavily at this.
"If you plan to kill someone, one could, at the very least, do it swiftly." Zamasu said, before he used his teleport ability to reach the planet after sensing out an incredibly high power level.
When he arrived, he'd found the source of the power to be a humanoid animal, it being a black furred cat, with blood splattered all across the hall as she stood before a cowering man, eyes widened at the look of unspeakable anger that flooded her slitted eyes.
"You got my entire family killed," she said, voice an eerie calm as she looked down at him, "so now you're going to tell me what Beerus killed them all for."
"H-He destroyed half the planet because one of the foods given to him was too greasy!" The king yelled, and the woman grit her teeth, walking up to him before grabbing him by his red vest, lifting him up effortlessly before throwing him to the wall, a large crack forming where he hit it.
Before the king could regain his bearings, the woman wrapped her hand around his neck in a tight choke hold, eyes narrowed deeply as she gazed at him.
"Tell the truth!" She hissed dangerously at him, raising a hand up as a ball of ki formed there. "You expect me to believe the God of Destruction doomed this entire planet because his FOOD WAS TOO GREASY?"
"I-It's the truth! I swear to you!"
The king was shaking in uncontrollable fear, the cat glaring at him as she saw him.
She knew, in that moment, that she was going to die soon enough anyways.
The toxin clouds were closing in on this place, and it'd be flooded within the hour.
There wasn't any way to save herself from it, and the same could be said for the king.
She had thought that, if she at least understood why her family had to die, that she would be able to accept the reality in peace.
But the answer she'd come to only seemed to make her fury grow all the more powerful.
She barely felt it as she rammed the ball of ki into the man's face, unleashing a beam of energy that blew through the walls.
She let go of the king's now headless body, gazing down at his corpse, before she tightened her hands into balled up fists.
"… damn it…"
Her legs became weak, the rage that had carried her for so long failing to keep her going any longer as she fell to her knees, the anger she'd felt succumbing to insurmountable grief.
"You… YOU…!"
With no one else to vent her anger out on, she began raising her fist before striking down at the king's body.
"You TOOK them from me!" She sobbed, fists shaking as her tears blurred her vision, her swinging fists making thuds that cracked the dead king's skeleton. "They… They were ALL I had left… I loved them… I'd kill for them, just to let them have a good life."
She kept hitting him.
"Give them BACK!" She cried. "Give them BACK TO ME! They didn't DESERVE this! They… they…!"
Finally, she swung her fist a final time, but the woman's mind could not hide its sadness behind its grief anymore.
With a pained wail, she cried, weeping for her dead siblings as she awaited the painful death of being subjected to asphyxiation.
"It is unbecoming of a God of Destruction, to destroy the Kais' work for something so petty."
The woman snapped her teary eyed gaze up, and she instinctively wiped her eyes as she looked back at the source of the voice, it being a green skinned man with a white mohawk.
He donned a royal sort of robe, his white boots thudding uncaringly along the slaughterhouse she'd made of the king's palace.
"Who… Who are you?" The woman asked him.
The man didn't look at her directly, but at the king, before looking to her, his hands folded behind his back.
"I am a member of Shinjin race, something you mortals may call the Gods of Creation." Zamasu replied. "On all accounts, it is supposedly against the rules of my race to directly interact with the mortal creations of the universe. However, I decided that this could be… an exception."
The woman gazed at him for a moment, then narrowed her eyes.
"Why now?" She asked, voice low.
"Because of how the Gods of Destruction are, at this current moment." Zamasu replied. "You understand it firsthand, isn't that so?"
She looked down, the memory of her family spending time together peacefully filling her mind.
"… there's more than one?" She asked softly.
"Unfortunately. Some are not very good at their jobs." Zamasu sighed.
"Why don't you ever do anything about it then, huh?" The woman asked him, eyes now a glare.
"It is truly a stupid rule." Zamasu replied, walking forward. "I imagine that the loss of your planet gives you great grief."
She stepped away from him slowly as he approached her.
"What do you care?" She asked softly. "You… can't even give us food that won't get us killed."
Her will to attack was depleted, her exhausted after days of fighting.
She was so tired, and the answer she'd wanted out of everything had come out to nothing.
"The gods are perfect," Zamasu replied, "even if you mortals can be foolish in nature, you are still cared for, in the gods' intended image in the universe."
"Then WHY is there someone who DESTROYS it for something so SMALL?" She snarled, voice hoarse, pain reflected in her body language.
"Because the Destroyer Gods were simple mortals like you once." Zamasu replied. "But this… this is unacceptable. To tarnish a TRUE god's creation because he was hungry."
The woman looked down, not moving away anymore as he stopped in front of her, him taller than she was.
"… so what are you going to do?" She asked. "If you're… really a god… can't you fix this?"
"I cannot." Zamasu said bluntly.
"… then what the Hell use are you?" She asked, looking up at him, her voice intent on being a yell, but her exhaustion making her voice small.
Zamasu gazed down at her.
"While I cannot mend this mistake," Zamasu said, "I intend on preventing these from perpetuating any longer. I will atone for the gods' mistakes of allowing the role of the God of Destruction to fall upon foolhardy mortals such as Beerus. And that atonement, I believe, will require YOUR effort."
"My…?" The woman blinked at this. "How can I…?"
"I believe that those who understand mistakes are best suited to preventing them from being repeated." Zamasu replied. "I will train you personally, so that you may be ready to replace Beerus as a better god than he could ever be. So that this mistake will not be repeated. That true, genuine justice should reign in this universe."
The woman looked up to him, eyes wide, before looking down.
"… But I killed people. People who… had families like me." She said. "How could anyone like me have that sort of role…?"
Zamasu smiled confidently.
"Even if gods are incapable of traversing time, I know that you can be molded well from your current state. What is your name, mortal?"
"… Kisana." She said.
"I know that you possess a hatred of this realm, Kisana. I understand that you are pained by the social order of this universe. With my help, you can begin to make it right."
Kisana gazed at him for a moment, before looking down.
"Of course… if you would rather stay and die, so you might see your loved ones once more," Zamasu lowered his hands to his sides, and a blade of purple ki formed in his right hand, his smile dropping, the idea of what he was going to do unsettling, but it being something he considered a mercy, "I will take your life now, so you will not suffer in death."
Kisana became speechless at this, her wondering if this were a dream.
"… I…" She looked up to him. "… I… don't want this to happen to anyone else."
Her tears reformed, as she remembered all the others who had died, and how meaningless existence was, if it could all could end at any moment of any time.
She didn't want to leave the universe like this.
She wanted for others to at least have a chance, in this uncaring universe…
"Very well." Zamasu looked at her for a moment, before stepping closer, Kisana not stepping away this time.
He raised his arms up, then held her in a gentle embrace.
"A god would not normally delve into such an act with a mortal," Zamasu said, "but you are in need of comfort, so I will make an exception."
Kisana's eyes widened at this, and yet, her tears spilled in a stronger fashion, and she wrapped her shaking arms around Zamasu's body, her weeping into the god's embrace as she cried her heart out.
This was before Zamasu teleported them away, before the toxins could kill her, and so would begin her life as one of his disciples.