The Invention

Marburg smiled, slinking through the town. It reminded him of the first time he had laid his eyes on the vile humans. His body shook with rage as he moved through the town, slinking into the alleyways and heading through them, zigzagging through the mess until he got to his goal. The DWMA was in front of him and within that was his target. With his powers slowly returning he could feel the need to take over the world, destroy the vile humans and restore the food chain to the proper level…however, there were a few problems in that. Lord Death and his pets were standing in the way. Of course, the pets were nothing compared to their master, so getting rid of him was the most important step. Marburg rarely won in a fair exchange against Lord Death and he doubted now that Lord Death had his Death Scythes he would stand a much better chance…no, but someone still did. Vigrid! Vigrid was imprisoned in the school in a Prison Box, much like Marburg was. Ordinarily escape would be impossible, if it wasn't for Marburg's many, many years within it. Centuries were spent with him examining the inner workings of the box and he had many friends working on it on the outside too. Destroying it and cracking it open would be child's play. Marburg smirked, soon with all three brothers at full-power victory…no, world domination would be child's play as well!

Lord Death wouldn't stand in their way for too much longer. Soon Marburg would deliver what the humans deserved to them! His smirk turned into an evil smile as he twisted in deeper to the heart of the city. Humans…the weaker of the three and yet they felt as if they were the most deserving. They felt like the whole world was theirs for the taking, they expanded rapidly taking over the corners of the world, aiming to be the greatest civilizations they constantly fired upon each other. They didn't even know how to get along with their own kind and yet Lord Death felt as if MARBURG wasn't the one trying to be friends with THEM!? They weren't deserving of such forgiveness. Marburg thought back to when he first met Cham, a human he could actually stand. A man after a similar goal as the others, power…but how he found it was by crossing the thin line that separated humans from Kishins. A line Marburg had been examining for ages.

(-many, many, MANY years ago-)

Cham was an old man back then. He had been examining the manners to cross the line for several years…many other scientists have tried to do it for themselves, but he was the first one who threw himself into his work. Examining every corner of every possibility, never wasting a second to examine the body of his work. It was there, the answer. He knew it was! True, he couldn't rely on blind luck, but he knew any minute inspiration would strike him and he could do it! The science supported his facts. A transformation from human to monster was possible, transferring a person's soul into a golem, all of those facts were there and possible! Years had already been poured into completing these experiments and he still felt so far from a break through.

Cham collapsed at the table's feet, how many days had he been working on this again? No sleep, no rest, no nothing? He was so close to passing out, with every minute he could feel himself growing closer to touching the light. Immortality…was that Cham's goal? He wondered this for a few seconds as he looked up. He would love to become immortal, a being for the entire time span. He laid on the floor of his laboratory, he spent tedious hours keeping it clean. He was a man who needed more time. A man who wanted to accomplish it all. Obtain power, longevity, everything! And yet without longevity it was impossible for him to obtain the rest. He couldn't make it long enough to see his research bear fruits…

"I can give it to you," laughed Marburg as he appeared from behind the window, carelessly tossing the curtain to the side. Cham looked up at Marburg, rubbing his dazed eyes as he watched the smoke billow out of his body. Marburg was much younger since this was prior to his imprisonment at the hands at Lord Death. However, he wore the same evil look on his face and he spoke with a similar commanding tone. Cham shivered, a sudden draft filling up the room. Marburg shook his head as he opened his hand, letting loose a small ball of light blue fog. "Our goals are similar. To turn human beings into a more…tolerable form. Can you agree with me on that part?" Cham shivered again. It felt as if the devil had walked into the room right now and was making him an offer. Admittedly had Cham been in the proper state of mind, he would've said 'no' in that instant, his gut instinct was telling him to do so. However, Cham was past that point of clear-headedness and clarity. He was overworked, desperate, he wouldn't make it to see his greatest inventions finished. He agreed.

Marburg smiled. It was hard finding willing guinea pigs. He was happy that he had at least one. He could finally see how his 'cure' would act. He smiled as he left the light blue fog fill the room, he held a handkerchief up to his mouth to cover himself from the possible poisonous gas. He knew he would be able to survive it, but just in case it came with some unsightly side-effects, he had decided to play it safe. The worst-case scenario was that Cham died, of course, Marburg had considered it, but he was fine with just ignoring the consequences. It wouldn't affect him if this guy died. The fog lingered in the air for a few more seconds before it dissipated. When it was gone Marburg looked down upon Cham.

Cham was on the floor, balled up into the fetal position. The pain was more then he could bear. He was clutching his stomach and tears were beginning to roll down his face from the pain. Marburg frowned, here he was getting his hopes up. The man was exceptionally smart. He didn't have the centuries that Marburg had or the supernatural powers, but he had still managed to get close to his exact 'cure' anyways. About 50%...50% in about a third of the time with a third of the intelligence. It was an amazing accomplishment, Marburg had to admit that. Oh, well, he shrugged and moved on. Just cause the guy did a good job didn't mean much else. He wasn't worth the effort to save. Suddenly Marburg felt the man's arms wrap around his legs. Marburg smirked…he was about to beg for his life…the human life was such a pathetic thing. It wasn't even that long, but they still begged and pleaded for every minute of it.

"Try again!" moaned Cham as another wave of pain washed over him. Marburg stopped leaving. He could kill this man and be on his way, but his words…they resonated with him. "My life's research! Its right in front of me, right? I can solve it! I know I can! Please! Just give me one more shot of that! The first one just might've been bad!" Marburg rolled his eyes, just like a human being, endlessly chasing immortality and power. What a fool. "Please, I'm so close to finishing my research!" Marburg stopped in his tracks. Research? The man might be dying and his final thoughts turn back to his research? Of course, any man who even considered himself as half of a scientist would be blown away by such determination. Marburg smiled and stepped back. Indeed…he smirked, quickly growing fond of such a man and such determination. Surely with a man as determined as this he could break a few laws of witch and human interaction. He nodded, grabbing hold of his new ally.

"Why do I need to try again when the ability to grant you immortality is so simple," Marburg reached into his pocket and produced a small blue orb, handing it over to Cham. "Here it is. Partake of this and you will have taken your first step down the road to immortality and true power." It was a human soul. Cham stared at it for a few more seconds, unsure of what it was, but he couldn't help, but be amazed at it. His hands crept forward, wrapping them around the orb and holding it tightly. He could feel it. The power just seeping out of its pores. He was taken back by it, he wanted it. Not only it, but more! The power didn't seem like enough, just days ago such power would've blown him away, but now that it was in his hands…it didn't seem like enough. Marburg smiled, the desire for a tremendous amount of power was something that was the same between humans and Kishins. Marburg knew the craving feeling for more power, he too had experienced several times in his life. And for some, reason he was feeling it right now. He felt as if he knew that just by pairing up with this man truly infinite power would be at his finger tips. An incredibly strong desire rushed over him. Yes, he wanted it now more than ever! Marburg clasped his hands together, chuckling to himself. It was natural in any partnership for one partner to benefit more than the other…and that was his goal to benefit the most out of them. And indeed he would.

(-modern times-)

Marburg moved a little more stealthier through the city now. The feeling of desiring more power, it was back! Marburg had been trapped for such a long time he had nearly forgotten this feeling. Seeing Michael unleash that arrow had brought that feeling back and now he wracked with it constantly. More power, that was the solution to the world's problems! Holding hands and singing together meant nothing. In the end the man with the biggest firepower wins the fight. That was all there was to it. Almost any Human being would agree with him, just look at how governments are run nowadays. The man smirked to himself heading in deeper to the heart of his enemy's city. He was starting to feel more and more energized, surely soon he would find his brother again. It was odd after all this time out of his prison, he hadn't seen Lord Death yet. He hoped nothing bad had happened to him, after all that pleasure was reserved specifically for him.

Of course, he hadn't come here to strike Lord Death down, no…he supposed his reason for coming was a little bit smarter than that. He had locked onto his goal of releasing Vigrid from his similar bonds. Once Vigrid was out, the three brothers would be unstoppable once more with nothing Lord Death could do about it. They trio would be unstoppable if they were ever together. It was a shame that Lord Death wouldn't be joining them in their rampage, but Marburg guessed you couldn't have everything, could you?

"Too bad for you though you are getting nothing," said a voice behind him, causing Marburg to spin around on his heels and meet with the voice face-to-face. Oh, what did you know it belonged to his dear brother, Lord Death. Marburg smirked, happy to finally see him face-to-face after all these years.

"You look different," mocked Marburg, "new mask?"

"Oh, cut the pleasantries!" shouted Lord Death with a commanding aura. Marburg didn't look at all taken back by his brother's menacing aura. If anything he looked happy at the prospect. Marburg chuckled and nodded, he didn't come here for tea and crumpets anyways. The purple gas began to leak off of Marburg's body as he prepared for combat. True, one-on-one was more Lord Death's area of expertise than his, but Marburg wasn't about to let Marburg get the upper hand in this battle…without his weapon this was anybody's game.

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