Post Aquisition

Time passed in a manner there Domen was able to come to terms with the fact that he was not where he had last been as it relates to time and space. From the things he understood, he was approximately a quarter century further than he had been before the red flash. There was something that was unresolved from the last battle that took place on Terra which seemed to trigger some type of cataclysmic event and there were no leads on to where Dem, Bleaus or Merkus had gone. Though there were a myriad of things he no longer had, what he did have was his woman, his cat and his house.

The woman had been charged with cleaning the house and readying herself for sex, and though his powers didn’t return on the first time doing it, he did remember the addictive pleasures of the act upon performing it. He had come to grips that his rise to power, much like the last time, would come at a pace that was slower than he would have wished for. In his mind, his will was somewhat of a steam roller in that it took it a while to build up, but once it did, he should be fine.

So currently, he would be resting in the bed of his cavern based home, awaiting the arrival of the new day, so that he could animate and proceed with his plans of the eventual world domination. His body would be resting on his back with his eyes closed until his priestess woke him for the morning. Though not fully sleep, he would simply be meditating and contemplating at the moment.

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The kiss on the cheek would be enough to pull Domen from his pseudo slumber. Less as a sign of affection, he took it as a gentle reminder that morning had come. From his resting position on his back, his eyes would open and his body would lumber up from its prone position. His legs come about to the floor of the cavern and his gaze shifts to the priestess who was already on her way away from him to head into the bathroom. Coming into a standing position to the side of the bed, he would stretch out his body, lifting his elbows above his head and pulling back before lowering his arms and cracking his neck to the side. It seemed the more he practiced mortal customs, the more his body was affected by them. Without saying any words, he would walk to the wall opposite his side of the bed and take his sword into his hand. With that, he would walk towards the exit of the bed room. Unlock the priestess, his preparations for the day were complete. Though he would only be in a pair of loincloth, he would step into his shoes on his way out of the bedroom and head to the front room and towards the entrance to the cavern. If there were light outside, then it would be time to train. Before fully leaving earshot, Domen would speak back, “fetch Hakim by the time breakfast is to be had. I will return shortly.”

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With the acknowledgment Domen would turn and proceed out the door towards the cavern’s mouth. After exiting, he would fly up to the top of the cliff’s ledge behind the temple where he would summon Kaelas; training wasn’t only for him. Whether the tiger came or not, he would then proceed to fly over the city and out of its walls to a place that was a bit more secluded in an uninhabited portion of the expansive desert. Things like heat were of a small consequence to a creature of Onitoshi, and most of his training regime would be with the sword.

Overall, the demon would spend about two hours in his training; which he would deem enough time to warm up for the day and for the priestess to fulfill his wishes. Afterward, the sweaty and bronzed demon would re-sheathe his sword and then inform the tiger, if it were there with him, that they would be returning to the village. In the same manner of which he had left, he would return to the village. Flying over it and following the coast line, he would refresh himself from his work out by allowing his body to fall head first from the skies as he plunged into the waters of the ocean.

He would amuse himself within the ocean for a moment, navigating beneath the waters in an exploratory manner realizing that even in his mortal life, he had never really swam or explored what was underneath the ocean’s surface. Taking a bit of time, to discover the basic mechanics and piece together what bits of information he had about swimming, he would remain under the waters before eventually propelling himself up towards its surface, breaking through the water and lifting up into the air. Coming out of the waters, he would shake his hair back and forth and lifts his large hands to pull the light gold mane back and out of his face. From there, he would casually float to the ledge of the cavern’s entrance and land with his right foot first touching the landing rock before walking into the entrance of the coarse cavern dwelling.

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Upon landing and entering the cavern, Domen would notice the bow coming from his follower and would nod to him in his approach to the tavern. His body would be freshly wet from diving into the ocean and he would need a towel, but things like that were minor to him as he would engage Hakim in passing while assuming that he would follow. Domen begins, “it is good that there are at least some things in this world which still make sense.” He would be referring to Hakim’s presence and ability to locate he and the priestess quickly. He could smell the scent of the food being cooked; eating was an indulgence that he had falling into when spending time in Harlem; it was that, drinking and sex that had occupied his time. It was a village of debauchery after all.

In walking into the area where he could find his priestess, a towel and some water for which to drink, he would continue to speak in the direction of his former and current aide, “what have you to report, Hakim?” He knew that he could always count on his knowledgeable counselor when needed and in this instance, Hakim was proving to be much more useful than the fairy who currently was nowhere to be found. His steps would resound on the cavern floor as his body flows through the living quarters. Upon reaching Kazakura, he would confirm that he would indeed be dining and would make his needs known to her. He was rather spoiled.

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Hakim’s words confirm what Domen and Kazakura had pieced together thus far. It seemed interesting that suddenly people from another time began to spawn all around the same time. He wondered if it meant that something significant had happened, or if there was some type of time release spell that had them frozen until now. The demon knew that twenty five years was a generation for normal humans, but it didn’t make sense for no one of this realm to remember the old ways. Things started to piece together when Domen hears that the people of this land woke up twenty five years ago; that would mean that there was a chance they could be even further than twenty five year in the future. It was curious that those who awoke had no memories while everyone who awoke now seems to have their memories intact. Domen would emit a “hmm…” as he continued to listen to Hakim’s words. At the conclusion of the words when orders are requested, Domen would pose a hypothetical question to Hakim, inquiring, “what do you suppose a man of power would do if a former kingdom began to rebuild within his walls?” His arms would lift on the approach of Kazakura as he allowed her to dry him thoroughly. After being dried, he would make his way towards the small dining room while giving his ear to his servant’s words. Sitting at the table, he would accept the breakfast from Kazakura and begin to taste what had been prepared.

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Domen wouldn’t worry much about the question since he had an answer for it. Uncharacteristically, the priestess would interrupt them, but Domen would allow it as he continued to eat. She minded her manners on entry, so he would not be offended that she wished to speak. As a mortal, it would make more sense for her to hold more passion to things than he. He would casually eat as Kazakura spoke, allowing her to finish. After taking a drink, he would lower cup to the table before remarking, “I am not a kingdom. To destroy a kingdom would be to destroy you, not me.” He did see the logic in what Kazakura was scheming, but attempting to get people to worship him seemed like an annoying thing to attempt to pull off. Though people were foolish, it was a two way street. For the same reasons they would worship one entity, they would cast doubt on another. The demon wasn’t overly zealous to attempt to win a popularity contest among men, but he wouldn’t stop Kazakura from her extracurricular activities either. “When the time is right, I shall do what needs to be done; until then I shall bide my time. As one who isn’t mortal, time is nothing to me,” he would explain plainly, “my will shall be done.”

Still, there was the issue about giving his orders to the few followers that he had. Something had to be said as he had to give direction to their lives. Without him, they would be lost on what to do. With this in mind, he would indulge, “for now, we shall gather numbers and rebuild my home.” Still that wasn’t enough busy work for them, so he would decree, “expand our influence here and above. I want to double the size of my kingdom. Therefore room must be made… the size of this cavern increased until it matches that which is above. Only after that is completed shall you request more orders from me.”

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To Hakim, Domen would nod and speak, “there will have to be several and they will have to be hidden from the eye.” His gaze shifts to Kazakura for a moment as she bows. He would dismiss her, not needing anything further from the priestess at the moment. From there, Domen would continue to eat, swiftly finishing up much of the course of his meal. After having another drink, he would think upon what he was asking his servant to do and then start to idealize it. “My quarters should be separate, though there should be other entrances from the sea side or from the fields surrounding the city,” Domen would say as he rubs his chin and things about it, “yes, it will have to be expansive.” Now his mind was rolling around the idea of having an underground kingdom as well as an above ground thing. The point of interest in it was that no one else seemed to have done it before. Creating an underground kingdom would not only be a good time waster, but a wonder of the current world. Since his cavern was about fifty or so feet below the village’s surface, he would assume that the men would have to excavate out quite a lot, but the sea offered an endless landmine in which to deposit sediment. The lack of accessibility would give the underground domain the advantage of provided shelter from the things that ravaged the surface, such as violent battles, storms, natural or magical disasters. It would also get rid of the annoying portion of having a village, fighting to protect it without harming it. If built properly, Domen could destroy the surface without scathing his inner domain. He would voice a few of these ideas to Hakim as he thought them through.

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Domen was glad that his lackey was able to take his plan and make it better. It almost justified paying him… if devotees were paid, that would be. He nods as he is pleased with the expanded description of the idea and the chance of a profit. Though Domen didn’t necessarily need money, he did understand that humans did and it was a great motivator for them according to some manner of thought. It would be tricky to do all of this under the nose of the village who stole his land, but it was still doable. In a pleased tone, Domen would speak, “very good. I will look to what you are able to produce. Do not fear, I will allow you adequate time.” Domen needed time himself in order to regenerate the powers which he had lost. He had no intentions of sitting around when he could be training in the future. Domen would also order, “also in the mean time, integrate yourself with the people here and gain allies as you spoke of earlier, though no who are unworthy shall be able to enter into this place. If there is one who betrays us, let that man be put to death.” With that declaration, Domen had the thought run through his mind that perhaps he should make a law for his people at some point in time… that was generally something those in power did from time to time.

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Domen would watch as Hakim exited the area. With that, his elbows rise to the table and he holds his right fist in his left hand as he rests his chin against it in a thoughtful manner. During this time, he would take a brief inventory of himself; he needed to fully understand his current objectives so that his will could be more solid and orderly. His former life had been odd in the fact that he had been summoned by a high school girl, bound to serve as her guardian, but was then released as his passive evil taint almost killed her for simply holding a bond with him. After he gained his freedom, he sought power, and that was translated into having physical strength. That physical strength rolled over to leading men which eventually led to the creation of his empire. Now he had a clean slate to do whatever he desired with this world; be it rule over it or act as a god above it. His mind trails back to the entities who fought at the world’s end. They had power without having any known land or populace to lead over, and even more so, seemed to have more power than Domen. This unsettled him; he did understand the change in his behavior with his increased interaction with human things. In creating Harlem, he found himself pleasured by many women and partaking in food, wine and excessive rest. Though those things were obvious weakening activities, they were strong in themselves as tempting factors. It vexed Domen inside that a portion of him had a penchant partaking in human things while he should be rejecting such notions.

Coming out of his thoughts, he looks to the side as the priestess enters into the room. As she comes to her knees at his side, he would glance upon her. His hand would come to rest on her head as he strokes her hair softly before realizing the gesture and pulling his hand back to rest on the arm of the chair. He knew she wanted something and assumed she was looking to him for guidance. He needed time to settle his thoughts, so in the mean time, he would allow her a portion of freedom. He would inquire, “are you curious about your people in your homelands?” Afterall, she was well known in her village and he knew that she had a strong emotional connection to the people he ripped her away from.

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It was a good answer she gave him; obedience was her strong point, which was probably a testament to her currently livelihood. When they have first met, it had taken some time to tame her, but now that she was, he found her more loyal than anyone he had come across within three lifetimes. With a nod, he would accept, “that is good and true.” Still, he could concern himself with her curiosity for a few days while he gets used to this new land. In all honesty, he was curious to see if the temple that her people prayed too, or worshipped, or whatever, had somehow kept them safe when the red flash had come. There were many mysteries to the world and he wouldn’t be surprised if her homelands were the only place in the world that was like it was. After all, it was the temple of time; what better place to preserve time than that. Latito, he recalled the name of that land. Speaking to her, he would enable, “I will allow you to go there and shall accompany you. You will be given a day to seek your answers before we return.”

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He would accept her words of thanks; such a thing was fit in this scenario as he felt he was being very benevolent. “Let us go tomorrow morning,” Domen would answer, not thinking about giving her time to prepare. He was used to simply waking up, putting on gear and leaving; concerns such as Kaelas and such were not on his mind. His gaze would look over the priestess who rested against his knee. It would be time for her to move now and for this moment to progress into the next; there was already something on his mind that would led into the next path he planned to pursue. His large right hand reaches down for the back of Kazakura’s head and grips at her hair, holding it in his fist as he pulls her head back and off of his knee. Next, his mouth would come to hers as he would take from her a passionate kill, invading her oral cavity with his own. Her obedience had riled his blood, and as such, he was prepared to have his way with her. There were no words that needed to be spoken, and now that they were alone once more, it seemed as good a time as any to claim her body once more.

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