Post by Zenki on Feb 5, 2019 21:46:12 GMT -5
Oh how we humble children miss the soothing embrace of our great Lord and Master.
The days have seemed long and dreary. The closing of MAX-J carried a hard and heavy tone.
But wait…
From the darkest recesses of the Gaijin horror arises a Zealot Prophet who saw the worth of our Lord, our Champion. Lord Zenki! The Demon Child of Thunder and Light.
Our great Lord travels upon the Toukon Sakura Maru with his fellow MAX competitors, the simpletons run around boozing and feasting like wild sheep in heat. Grim-san no doubt travels the underbelly with villainous intent while The Buddha without a Belly Tokyo Zombie brings blessings to the traveling ship. All the while our Lord sits cross legged on the bow of the ship, his eyes closed, deep in what seems to be meditation.
But he has done much more than that.
Lord Zenki has traveled to deepen his level of savagery for his upcoming title defense. To beat the Beast he must become not just a demon…
But the Devil.
To do that was to do only what a true savage can do, slaughter innocence.
But the energy of the vile God-Beast had already corrupted the land.
"…welcome to the games Zenki-sama."
Lord Zenki’s knee stuck the ground with an echo that rang like waves against the bulkhead of a ship. The air tasted thick with pollution, the light from the sun above barley lit the world around him. Dew drops no longer dripped from the flowers but instead seemed to ooze from them like pus.
"…you will not be of this world long. I have prepared for the day when you would leave the world for which you love so much. There is much suffering for you to endure."
Zenki placed his hands upon his knee and pushed upon it in defiance. His eyes burning with the hot ambers from the realm of his birth. In the distance a tiny form moved about, its form seemed of something monstrous, yet small enough to fit in a pocket it seemed. Soon it’s tail ignited an illuminated it’s decaying form.
Zenki’s face remained stoic as his eyes continued to reveal the rage that burned with in him.
As the beasts tail burned brighter our Lord was faced with the terrible images that began to form around him, like the Gaijin masses that had began to rear their terrible heads.
Above him the foliage took shape above him and revealed that it was not dew, but blood that seeped from the plants around him, their teeth gnashing and gnawing upon the innocent’s that was once the land around him.
Terrible monsters that where once small an unthreatening now evolved into great beasts before him as their polluted waters sprayed upon those around them like terrible, corrupting pesticides.
Lighting started to crackle from his form, its movement creating a thunderous rift in the air around him. The more the air attempted to penetrate Zenki the more electrified his body became. The current around him seemed to ignite like the fire within him, sparks spraying out upon those who had begun to draw near. Their cries of pain chanted through the air like the vile heretics that had dared to mock Zenki at the Punch/Kick Competition. Shadowy images rallied behind the fallen beasts.
He would slay them.
He would save them.
The pollutant whose filth seeped into this world would be put down like the dog that he was. Stripped of his Godly hood, put to rest like a rabid beast deserved.
A crackle of energy attempted to rival his own. Like the new challenger that vied for his title, this knew beast smiled in defiance right back at our Lord. Lighting poured from his cheeks as others massed around. Their faces warped into one of hungry and pain as they started their dash towards him. But as our Lord took his battle stance the realm ripped apart at its seems as Ryuk flew out and grabbed our Master, tossing him through the tear.
Zenki snapped to attention as his spirit slammed into his body and almost sent it overboard, had it not been for Chiaki’s hand grabbing a fistful of hair. Zenki rose slowly and peered into the eyes of his great priestess and saw the pain and worry in her eyes.
“What happened Lord Zenki.”
Zenki looked over to where he had once sat and saw the charred boards of the deck. It was time to train. It was time for war.