Reaquisition

He floats in a sea of nothingness with darkness as his guide and nothingness as his light. An abyss of the void coats his form as he continually ceases to exist. There was another version of him, some false pseudo image of a man, only in appearance. At the moment, this formerly mentioned man would be working in the fields of a farmland of Medius. His body would be tanned with the light of the sun shining down on him; sweat would wet his body to a light sheen as he worked in toiling the lands in which he lived. Growing a vegetable close to that of corn, he would be out within the fields, stabbing the earth with a heavy hoe and breaking it apart in series of tasks that would probably span the width of the day.

This false other him-version would soon glow with a bright light and burst radiantly as the original comes to take the place of the copy cat by will of the gods. It would be a little delayed with the effects of the Wings of the Sky, but in order to summon a being this great, time was necessary. Thus, immediately into this vessel, as water pouring into a cup, life and memories flow in hailing of the time that existed before the time of the current realm. The man who was toiling in the earthy fields basking in the sunlight becomes erect as he looks forwards. Processes occur within mind and soul that fully change what was to what is. Years pass through the mind in the manner of seconds as the man stares with a blank expression out towards the distant horizon… and then finally the man blinks.

Looking around, he remembers that he was previously speaking to Sanzon… but his surroundings were unfamiliar to him. There was a bright red flash and then a sea of nothingness and now he was here. The former warlord would notice his weapons manifest on the ground with a bracelet on his right arm. Looking back up, he would notice the plain clothes which he was wearing as well as the tool in his hand. “What manner of foolishness is this…” he would sneer, releasing the hoe and allowing it to fall onto the ground. Unsure on his surroundings or what was going on, the entity known as Domen Yun would instinctively look around and call out “…Paco!” If ever there were a time for his attendant to arrive, this would be it. His voice, however, drew no one to him; especially not a small flying fairy. Instead it seemed to draw concerned expressions from the other villagers who were tending to other portions of the field. Somewhat annoyed, Domen would move to Rei, as he always heeded his call. Thus, his voice yelled boisterously, “Boy!...” Still there was nothing. Growing weary of not being answered, the demon decided that it was time to return to his domain, and there he would find the answers of which he sought.

With that, he reaches down and equips his items onto his personage and then stands in order to get a bearing on his position as it related to the skies and celestial bodies. Pressing off of the ground, his body lifts into the air and he begins flying south east, immediately noticing the decrease in his flying speed and not happy with it.

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The flight was annoyingly long, which couldn’t be helped, for, without the lack of simply free falling, the demon couldn’t seem to accelerate his speed to the point of which he was used to. After a while, he figured that it had something to do with him being unconscious, but through the time he had to himself as he flew over the lands of Terra below him, he did notice some things that didn’t seem quite right. He wondered if perchance the realms had gone out of order again, mixing the past realm and the present realm in an odd way. He did remember some very odd happenings during the battle of the apocalypse and attributed his findings to that. Either way, in his mind, he knew that the battle had been won, with himself primarily to blame, aside from the two super powered entities that seemed to catch his attention. There was no doubt in his mind that he would one day meet with those two powerful entities… but only he didn’t know that they no longer existed as he believed them to.

Either way, adequate time passed to bring the demon onto the door steps of his kingdom. Looking down and into it, he, at first, didn’t recognize it. It looked as if something were the matter with his temple and he wondered if the battle had reached Domenance… it was as if no place in the world was safe from that battle. The towering demon lowers his body down, probably gaining attention in the process, though with Kami’s living among humans, one flying demon shouldn’t be a huge deal. Domen found a place to land near the sunken priestess and past pounced tiger who seems to have noticed that the area was different as well. With a stern frown on his face, his arms fold as his feet touch the ground and he looks to his temple. After looking from there, he glances around him and notices that he does not see familiar faces around. His aides and builders whom he could recognize didn’t seem to be around, just peasants dressed oddly with some casting odd glances. Looking directly to Kazakura, Domen would inquire, “what is the meaning of this?”

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A frown forms slightly when it is understood that the priestess did not have the answers which he required. He knew that he couldn’t expect much, since she was only a mortal woman after all. That aside, he knew that if Paco or Rei were around, they would probably have the answers to his questions. Still, it seemed that she did recall the bright red light as well. That drew extra attention to the instance as greater detail and purpose was given to it. A low, “hmm…” is murmured by the large male as glances to the side in internal reflection.

His attention is once again garnered when the priestess calls for him once more. Something about her magic. There was a sigh of annoyance as he began to reevaluate her usefulness in practical situations. Aside from that, the fact bothered him the civilians who were around weren’t actively reveling in his presence and worshipping him. He walks towards her and murmurs, “a priestess who knows not magic?...” As he neared the temple, he started noticing the décor of skulls and such. For a moment he wondered who would have defiled his home in such a short amount of time.

He allows her to move towards the chest as words come from the side. A guard of the inhabiting clan approaches and speaks, “what are you two doing? You’re acting strangely.” Dismissively, Domen lifts his hand to the fool who would dare speak so casually to him. His words are simple as he casts dark skies with “begone in darkness” to make an example of this man. Oddly enough nothing happens. The guard tilts his head to the side and looks at Domen funny, but aside from that, nothing of merit occurs. Assuming him to be a drunk farmer, he turns to the upset Kazakura and inquires, “is everything alright, woman?”

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A plastered look of rage and ‘what the fuck’ was written across the demon’s face as he is unable to understand the reason to just why the man was still living. It was a very annoying thing to have occurred indeed, and his embarrassment was only brought upon him due to the fact that the guard was a hybrid himself. In his rage, he didn’t notice that the people he thought were looking at him oddly were in fact looking at Kazakura due to the fact that as a demon, he had not yet gained a physical form. Luckily, the not-so-bright guard wasn’t privy to this information at the moment and he didn’t recognize the dark aura that would be emitting about Domen. Instead, he would be more visually entertained with the lovely Kazakura to whom he had spoken.

As the man answers Kazakura, Domen would be busy being mad and confused. The guard gives Kazakura an odd look before he seems to get it and nods with a grin on his face. “You know,” he begins as he turns and looks to the temple, “like you, I am a thinker as well. I’ve asked myself these same questions. Where are we? Why are we here? What was here before us… Who created Labrum…?” He signs and rubs his chin before he comments, “alas, men have spent their entire lives… smart men at that… at trying to figure out just what type of people inhabited this world before us. Like this temple for instance… it must have been a great place… but since no one in this world knows of the land before the Dawn, it will forever be a mystery. Perhaps gods place this here and created this world for us to live in. Who knows…?” He continues to look in awe of his own theological savoir-faire and the wise words which he believed he just spoke.

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In the background, Domen would reject the notion that his will was not being set in reality. He would be in the process of attempting to channel energy while thrusting out his arm out in odd intervals after said chants, attempting to send out orbs of energy. With no major target for this, he would thrust his palm at Kaelas, seeing if he could shoot energy at the beast. He hadn’t even noticed that it was currently wingless and less demonic than before, but he was confident that if he shot a lower powered orb at it, that it would be able to withstand it with her great power as well. After all, she was a mount who had gone into battle with him before and he had great confidence in her. All of this was the inability to accept the fact that his powers were not currently at his disposal.

The man didn’t think twice about Kazakura’s questions, rather, he was encouraged by it since it made him look smarter to state what was obvious in the culture that had arisen at that place. He would speak, “it has been called so since I started living here, which wasn’t long after the dawn. Hmm… that may have been twenty or so years ago… I forget… But, I’m one of its oldest residents…” There were nothing to test those facts against, but he said it as if it were true. “Kyrojin lead us barbarians to settle this land… and we have been fighting off the influence of the Exalted Desert Tribe for quite some time.”

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As it would turn out, Domen was so distraught over his own loss of power it resulted in the mental emasculating of his first son of another species. Seeing the creature calmly deal with him in an unthreatened manner, Domen would pause for a moment and realize that something was very wrong. His mind would begin to calculate things and try to make some sense out of what had happened to him. According to his thoughts, he understood that when Natsuki had first summoned him to this realm, he had a lapse in power. After overhearing that some time had passed from the man speaking to Kazakura, Domen could only assume that he had been a victim of yet another summoning where his current powers were sealed and would unseal over time as they had before. Though it was a very annoying thing to occur, it would explain things in a fashion that was relatable to the former warlord. Still, all of the information he was receiving as he was calming was very distressing to him. He had built this kingdom from the ground up and now humans ran it? That was unacceptable. Looking at the man here, Domen would imprint his face into his mind as he would be the messenger to be shot in the near future. For now, the golem of a man simply hung back and allowed his priestess to gather information for him.

The man smiles as he is referred to as being helpful. His face turns to concern as he readily answers her other questions, speaking, “you must really stay inside a lot. Your master must not allow you to socialize with others… but I suppose for a woman, such things are unnecessary. You’re lucky for I’m a pretty nice guy.” After the exclaimer, he would continue, “The Exalted Desert Tribe are the men from Rajeh; the largest village in the desert that is to the west of here. They are the largest tribe in the desert and very formable to fight back against us and the other tribes of the desert. They say the leader is a man called the Desert Serpent; he is a very strong man indeed.” Motioning to Domen, the man comments, “you’re not… spoke for, are you woman?” It could be told that he was about to hit on her.

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After hearing the man’s words, Domen felt as if he had heard enough. The demon felt that had the clues which he needed in order to begin the reformation for his being. The fact that the man didn’t seem to recognize anything about an underground section of the temple meant that there were a chance that his lair had gone untampered with. Around this time, Domen also figured out by putting together the dots with the people who passed, that he was in his spiritual form, meaning that the man was special somehow but normal humans wouldn’t be able to see him. This would also be his assumption since it was how he started out last time when summoned by Natsuki. Ignoring the man further, after having memorized his visage, Domen’s attention shifts to the task of checking on his lair; so in moving on, he speaks, “come Kaelas.”

Domen walks off, heading alongside the temple in the direction of the cliff; if uninterrupted he would reach the edge of the cliff and look over it at the ocean that spanned out into the seeming infinite.

The man takes Domen walking off as encouragement, misunderstanding the fact that he’s been temporarily discarded in the demon’s mind since his fate had already been settled. Receiving Kazakura’s question, he grins, “well, I’m a romantic, so if you had a man, I would not steal you away from him.” In an attempt to look suave, he would add, “but if you were unable to control yourself, I would take you. I’m very influential in this clan and have many things. I could do things for you if you did things for me.”

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The man would be let down a bit that the woman would stick with the large lump that didn’t seem to be right in the head. Either way, he had enjoyed his talk with the lovely former priestess and would allow her passage with a lingering “farewell, lovely lady, in that case…” His gaze would trail after her for a moment before he would grin, shake his head and then continue about his patrols and the various things that he would do during the day. There was no real need for him to bother people who wished to gaze at the sea.

Domen’s gaze would shift to the side as Kazakura approaches, but would say nothing. Following in his investigation, he would take a step off of the cliff and begin slowly flying down its edge; it was a good thing that he was still able to fly. As he floats down, he sees the familiar landing spot that he used formerly in the past, and in coming to it, he lands on an out jutted rock that trailed towards a concave area guarded by two glass doors. He could tell that they were worn and weathered from years of not being used. His hand comes to press against it, but there is some resistance as the hinges are rusted over and filled with sediment. With a sharp push, the door gives way in a manner where it falls from the doorway and falls into the interior of the internal cavern area, shattering onto the ground on impact. With a frown, Domen would look down at it before ignoring it and taking his first steps back into his former domain. If Kazakura were to follow him down, he would inquire her thoughts to the situation they were in.

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Listening to his priestess, the former king walks into his abode, filthy with dust and rodents who had made the place their home after its abandoning. His back would be to her, but he would nod partially to her words as he walked along the edge of his former front room. She had brought up an interesting set of options. Though he attempted not to be prone to being attached to earthly things, the village of Domenance was one of his few possessions that he had grown accustomed to, much like the priestess herself. It would be foggy which were higher up on the totem pole of thing, but both were pretty important to him in the fact that he felt that they should simply be his as a manner of the universe operating normally. Rebuilding elsewhere wouldn’t be as pleasing as retaking his throne here, but these people were not his like his former area, so leading them would not be the same. Either way, the situation was messed up and there was little that could be done by it. The good thing was that he didn’t need to make any decisions at the moment. His first priority was reclaiming his power, and then after that, everything else would fall into place. Aside from that, he needed a place to live and currently this area was filthy.

“This place needs to be cleaned,” he would speak into the universe setting a course for a portion of his will to be done. Turning, he informs Kazakura, “this will be our home as it has been. See to it that the current chaos in it is corrected.” As he looks to her, he notices that Kaelas was not with her and remembered that the tiger did not have wings. With that, he inquires, “you are able to fly?”

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Domen’s gaze would reside on Kazakura for a moment with her answer before he would nod slowly. He found it curious that she had suddenly gained the ability to fly and the cat no longer could. He assumed it was his presence that had caused the demonic growth in the cat, but he wondered if perhaps he had affected her somehow. Along this line of thinking comes the theory that perhaps a portion of his power was encased, or sealed, inside of Kazakura. In that case, it would only make sense to him that in order to attempt to unlock said sealed power, the easiest way would be to have sex with her. Unfortunately, the current array of the household would coax him against such action. He didn’t feel like doing it on a bed of cobwebs, so he would allow Kazakura to clean the area thoroughly before lying with her in that manner. Thus, his mind was still on gaining more knowledge about the current world, and he knew for that he had to run into more people whom he recognized as they may know more than he at the moment. As things normally turned out, Sanzon or someone similar usually popped up around times like these. He made his mind that he would fly back towards the place where the fighting had ensued and look around that location for clues; afterwards he would return to hopefully a clean house. Thus, with his current will set, he would inform Kazakura, “begin your cleaning now. I shall return before night fall and when I do, I will be taking your body.”

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There is a frown at the request. In his mind, the beast would only slow him down given the fact that it could no longer fly. But, Domen did realize that if he refused to slow down for the creature and it got lost, then there would be nothing he could do. It would actually be for the best, since there was no need to have further weakness around him. With that train of thought, the demon would conclude that it didn’t matter if the beast went with him or not, and it was primarily that way of thinking and fatherly neglect that had gotten the creature strong in the first place.

Domen would not give a verbal response at the request; instead his eyes would trail from hers and he would proceed beyond her towards the entranceway of his broken abode. The glass makes a crunching noise under his feet as he continues forth to the outjutting rock that overlooked the oceans. Taking his leave, he would lift up into the air and travel up the cliff’s face until he reached the ledge where the tiger had been last seen. He would simply stand there, hovering in the air for a moment, looking at the creature. He wondered if it were truly worth his attention if it had grown lazy. Either way, he would oblige the priestess by speaking to the creature, “Kaelas, come and don’t fall behind.” It was an impossible task, but the one given nonetheless. Without further ado, his body would take to the skies and head due north.

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