The Hell is That (D)

The climate of Onitoshi always a seemed hellish, but as a demon warlord, it seemed the perfect year round atmosphere for the one called Domen’yun. Several things had occurred during his reanimation into this new world. His powers and his kingdom were stripped from him and he found himself rebuilding yet again. It seemed more like a twisted hobby than a cruel fate; Domen enjoyed subjugating humans, though he would prefer to always remain as powerful if not more powerful than his prime. Regardless, when he thought had he picked up a regimen of retraining his body and magical abilities, he traveled to Acura where he found himself outmatched by a female demon in strength, dexterity and magical ability. In a humbling battle, he found himself fighting at a disadvantage which coaxed him to understand that he had been too lax in his training. He hadn’t been training as he ought to, and his will created the opportunity for him to face that woman in order to show this self revelation to him. As always, Domen would be moving under the assumption that the universe revolved and worked in accordance to his existence.

So after that encounter, the demon began making moves. He began to train himself more harshly and after making the acquaintance of a like minded demon by the name of Jack, things seemed to fall into place to allot Domen with a territory in Onitoshi as well as a small demonic army. It wasn’t everything that he used to have, but it was a start to something, whether it be big or little. With that, the demon’s plate began to get full. He was a full time warlord and leader of demons. Instead of sleeping, he trained harder to make his body and magic stronger.

One such night, he distances himself from the Seat of Pride, the name of the territory that he had been granted in Onitoshi, in order to continue training himself. Of course, being Onitoshi, there was no real indication of ‘night’ in the manner that one would think of it on the surface of Terra. Since there was no sky other than the roof of Terra’s lower crust, then night would seem much like day. Either way, there would be a large explosion of demonic energy that disrupts the ground of a wide open flat area of ground and brimstone. Hovering in the air, Domen’s body would burn with dark energy as his magical aura fades with the channeling and completion of the spell that had caused the explosion. As the smoke cleared, the demon would survey the damage, hoping for a much larger crater than he had accomplished. Though disappointed, he noticed something within the disrupted area. Amongst the rubble and broken stones, he saw what appeared to be a round oval thing that had not been destroyed. Interested in what it may be, his body slowly lowers from the skies of hell, to approach the large oval object with his arms folded at his chest. His feet come to touch the ground just before the object and his arms uncross as he curiously looks at what appears to be a large egg of sorts. Curiously looking at it, his right hand extends and his palm is placed on the object as it seemed to be radiating some type of warmth, or so he thought.

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With his touch, Domen takes notice of the reaction that is given in response to his physical attention. Not really a one to dabble in items of the mystic when it came to things like artifacts, relics and the such, he did not have any pre conceptions about this item he was toughing other than it had reacted to him and that it would behoove him to be wary of it. With that thought process in mind, he would step back and remove his hand from it. In doing so, he notices a smaller white imprint that was where his hand was. He would notice the weaker floating spirits getting sucked into the whirlwind created by this object, but Domen would hold his ground, holding only his arm over the upper portion of his body to partially shield it and his face during this process of hot air circulation. Notably, he wouldn’t have the time in that instant to back away from it, but given his demeanor, there was little if any fear that this object could actually harm him. For now, he would simply wait until it was over and see what generated in its completion.

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By this time, Domen would be hovering over the ground, which was a better alternative to standing in molten ‘whatever.’ Aside from that, molten liquid wasn’t generally something you wanted to get on clothing or shoes. When the explosion and fireworks finish, Domen lowers his arm to view the nude figure of the girl as she climbs out of the remains of the ‘egg.’ When they make eye contact, Domen says nothing, but simply observes this odd, naked thing before him. His arms return to a folded position at his chest as he watches this play out. Her stumbling doesn’t cause any type of reaction from him. In his mind, he considered himself to be viewing the birth of some spiritual entity. If it could not walk, then there was no way it would be able to survive on its own. He observes the fact that it seems to master walking. As she approaches him and looks up, Domen could tell by her aura that she was one much like him. He knew that nothing that occurred around him was a coincidence. His will told him that this creature was born before him for some type of purpose to further serve him. Cold steel colored eyes look down at the girl, “child do you have a name?”

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‘Master.’

It all made sense now. It was now obvious to him that his will had sent him yet another servant to be used towards his purpose; a blank canvas to train into being a powerful entity for the purpose of serving him. Finally things were starting to make sense in this world. In response to her name, he would mentally allow her to keep whatever name she liked, but the term “Hinote,” meaning fire, came into mind when he looked at her. Hearing her speak, he would understand that she was probably much like himself, new to this world. With a nod, he would speak, “much has changed in this realm in a short span of time. You will learn more as you experience life.” In response to her stomach growling, he would understand, “you are newly born, thus you will need to build your strength.” He would have to feed his new pet. He turns and orders, “come, we will head to the Seat of Pride where you will feed and learn of this world.” His feet lift partially from the ground as he levitates himself, expecting her to be able to do the same. Catching his expectations, he pauses for a moment and turns, looking over his shoulder asking, “can you fly?” If not, it would be no biggie, he could simply just ‘teach’ her how to fly in the manner that he would teach anyone he was in the mindset of training.

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With the revelation that she could fly, it saves Domen from having to help her learn on her own, which would have basically consisted of him picking her up, aiming for the ceiling, and then throwing. With a nod, he would be content with her ability to follow him and would then proceed diagonally into the hellish airs that was the only semblance of skies that Onitoshi had. He would not mind to cover her body as such a thing as offering his coat to cover her would not be something in his nature. Aside from that, she seemed fine with it and Domen was not the bashful type to be disturbed by nakedness. Aside from that, he didn’t have to worry about being allured to her body given it’s under developed status at the moment.

Thus Domen would lead the way to his newly conquered territory and this girl’s new home. He could consider his training for the day over since something else had come up to get his attention, but he would most definitely pick back up in training in a few hours since he wanted to make sure that he trained his body well beyond its limits. The aching in his body was already an indication that such a thing had already begun to occur.

Before long, Domen would come over the skies of the territory known as Pride’s Bastion. Not much there, it was a large and spread out area of flat lands with a single large building in the process of being constructed by stone. Less of a large house, it was more like a mini temple that was being constructed for the one considering himself the god of the land. Shukumei would be seeing the humble beginning of something in which great ambition was being invested.

Moments after arriving over it, Domen’s feet would come to earth on his owned soil. Among the area there would be roughly thirty units either training or helping out with the labor. All would be demons of this domain, far cousins from the watered down demons who lived amongst the humans on Terra. After landing, Domen knew that he couldn’t simply have a servant representing him in the nude, so before entering his temple, he would hold out his fist and summon forth Paco. A red gem would detach from the back of his wrist and hover in the air, shining radiantly and morphing into the full sized humanoid version of the fairy that devoted its life to Domen. After transforming, the puffy pony tailed blonde would dust off his blue and white garments before looking to his master and complaining, “mou! Do you think I’m an object, master?” Noticing Shukumei, he would blink, “oh… you found another pet?” Walking past him and into the interior of the house/shrine, Domen would order, “find her suitable clothing.”

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