Sevrin found an abandoned capsule building and sprawled out. He neglected to have his day sleep for some time, and his body screamed for rest. He felt himself drift to sleep, and he found himself ensnared in an odd dream.

Sevrin faced The Demon, his rage, his evil, the very thing that took control of him and defeated Cell and Freiza. He crossed his arms and glared at him.

The demon smiled, baring its long, spiraled fangs. "Come now, Sevrin. Don't look so mad. Look at the things I've done for you, the power I've attained for you."

Sevrin rolled his eyes. "You've done nothing for me! All you understand is death and carnage!"

The demon laughed; its scratchy tone and gray appearance made Sevrin's skin crawl. "You still don't see it. When our wife was murdered, and before you say a word she was just as much my wife as she was yours, what did you do?" Sevrin looked away from him, too sickened by his weakness to respond. "You wept and moped in seclusion, just like when you shunned me away the first time. You lacked the stomach to do what was necessary! I did what you failed to do!"

Sevrin spun around, his eyes blazing with hate. "You wiped out six bloodlines! All that was needed were the slayers involved!"

The demon pointed at him. "That's not what you said when you finally let me take over! You said you wanted their families to suffer as you suffered! An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, that's what you said! I gave you what you wanted! That, Sevrin, is the only thing those mortals understand! You've known this for centuries!" Sevrin looked away from him again, sickened by the truth presented to him. The demon cleared its throat. "You need me, Sevrin."

Sevrin spun around once more, pointing at the demon and baring his fangs. "I don't need you! You repulse me! Everything about you sickens me! I had you under control! Jillie's death shook me, that is all! I'm still in control, Demon!" Sevrin was angry hate blurred his vision, but it quickly subsided as the demon drew closer. After all that the demon's face was hard and menacing. But just then, he frowned. "When they took our maker from us, you lost control, and I came out to exact vengeance. When you went into seclusion after the twins defeated us you pushed me away, you rejected me! You denied the power I offer you! You still do." Sevrin remained silent; surprised the Demon could speak so eloquently. "Sevrin…" it started, "You never had control of me. Until you accept me and embrace what I can offer you you'll never know full control. Freiza could harness his full power because he was at peace with whom and what he was, he didn't doubt his own power. He didn't fear his power." The Demon's face harbored pain and it made Sevrin wince. The demon drew closer. "I can't survive without your restraint, your wisdom. We can't survive without the other. We must be balanced. Sevrin…we must be one."

Sevrin nodded, finally realizing the folly of his suppression. "You're right…I've been so afraid of what I'm capable of…so afraid of losing control that I never thought mastering my rage would do any good…I always thought rage clouded judgement…but I can see now that full control must come from balance, not suppression."

The demon walked towards him, his fangs withdrawn and his face going back to normal. He smiled and extended his hand. "I accept you, Sevrin."

Sevrin nodded and shook his hand. "Now, I accept you." Sevrin felt a spark of energy and he awoke with a start. He leapt from his spot on the floor and landed on his feet. He scanned his surroundings hungrily. His senses were sharper than before, he felt strong and powerful. He could feel the energy that the Demon took coursing through his veins. He found a mirror standing in the darkened corner of the room. He was surprised he hadn't seen it when he walked in. He looked at his reflection and liked what he saw. His skin turned from the Demon's gray to its usual pale complexion, and his eyes went back to the normal light red hue. His already massive physique was more defined than before, small veins popped from his arms and chest intermittently. He looked to his hair, it went from and ash blonde back to his normal light blonde, almost platinum blonde hair. His skin was smooth and pore-less, just as it had been. He smiled.

He cracked his neck and knuckles and felt the power spark again. He remembered the stance that Cell, Freiza and Zoltan used to power up. He needed to pick a stance and learn how to channel power through it. Cell's stance was the only one he knew, so he used it. He had to try more…but going through the memories was not enough, he sincerely wanted to try Goku's stance, but he had no experience in using it. He had to have a fight with Goku or have some of his blood. He had to test out the different charging stance. I know…I have to test them.

Changing things up a little he got into Zoltan's stance. Zoltan's stance was interesting. Unlike Cell's stance, which was a crouched stance and bent knees and elbows, Zoltan's stance was more proper. He stood straight, his arms extended at his sides and his legs spread slightly apart. Sevrin noticed that a spark of power started from Zoltan's feet and worked up to the rest of his body. Sevrin positioned himself just as Zoltan had and focused on the energy deep within him. Sure enough, the power pulsed from his feet and coursed all the way up. He noticed the power wasn't as intense as Cell's, but it was enough to catch his attention. He decided to try Freiza's next.

He spread his legs the way Freiza did and clenched his fists, feeling the power explode from his core and radiate outward. The energy flowed faster, more intense, and he watched himself change in the mirror. He turned back into the demon, and the aura that surrounded him was darker and fiercer. He smiled, his fangs twisted just like before. He liked the speed of the transformation, much easier to use. He stopped charging and looked again. His eyes were almost black, his skin grey and his hair back to the ash blonde that it was before. He smiled. Good, good. This is better. Full control. Freiza had it right. No wonder he can hold that form…but he can't revert back…or can he? No matter. I must revert back now, to see if this is truly controlled. Sevrin cleared his mind and felt the power recede, back into the depths of his mind and body. He opened his eyes and looked back into the mirror. He was back in his normal form but he also saw the Demon looking at him, like a ghost staring at from the behind the glass. He merely smiled, nodded, and vanished. Sevrin laughed, his voice full, and rich like it had been before. He had control again; the power still surged through him. He focused on a ki blast and it speared at his fingertips, a large baseball sized ball, resting in the palm of his hand. He was mesmerized by the color of the blast. It too was a blood red color, unlike the blue he used before. The energy he took from Cell and Zoltan made him feel strong, even invincible, but he knew he had to train further. Goku would be his most powerful opponent, and he wasn't ready. He knew that. He settled down to train his ki powers, using everything in Cell and Zoltan's arsenal to help him make his own attacks. He would have even more control than before. When I leave this building, I will begin my quest for his friends. I'll charm and seduce my way into their lives and when they're not expecting it I'll have them on their knees before me. Worse yet, I'll have an open line to Goku, and I'll make him watch as I scythe them down.