Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life of a Demon ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!! And if my luck holds I'm going to be kicked out of my house very soon… So there is really no point in suing.

WARNING: It is rated R for a reason. Actually I was planning on putting a lemon in it later on, but now violence gets more and more graphic with every chapter. So be warned. Gohan is not an innocent little boy in here, so keep that in mind. He probably will get better (can he get more evil than he already is? Don't answer that. Don't give my nasty, twisted mind any ideas. I get enough of them on my own.). Ok, so the point of this was that IF YOU ARE EASYLY OFFENDED THERE IS NO POINT IN READING!!! I warned you…

Chapter 3

Demon learned a long time ago that the best way to communicate was just to listen, scowl and give short answers and/or comments. It worked for him in the past and he was sure that it will work perfectly now.

Early in the day he was summoned by Haarssiansaall for what he assumed was another lecture on "blasting warrior-bots is not a good thing" or "you do not threaten our people". Not that he really cared about what the ugly one had to say. Demon did everything that he had to do: went into his torture-training room every couple of month, which lasted only an hour in real world, meditated and most importantly of all he protected the green creatures that made him into what he was.

Haarssiansaall still felt that he had to scold Demon at least once per week. He was the only one on the ship who wasn't afraid to do it.

"Why did you scare Aarshaiini?" without any greeting the old scientist got right to the point. Not that Demon expected anything else.

"He was just giving you the instructions on your next assignment on this ship. You have to listen to your superiors. And even the lowliest of our kind is better than you. You have to remember your place. Don't ever forget your purpose!"

Somehow that last comment got Demon angrier than usual. While dealing with this race he was used to feeling irritated all the time. Anger and annoyance helped cover other emotions that he didn't want to think about.

Today Demon felt especially emotional and when the last of Haarssiansaall's comments were out his scowl deepened and his eyes flashed red. The head scientist noticed the signs of the upcoming storm so he immediately changed the topic.

"But that's not why I send for you. There is a mission on the planet you need to complete." Without waiting for any kind of reaction from his charge, not that he could get any, Haarssiansaall continued. "Creatures of this planet are the enemies of our race. It was partially their fault that our home planet is gone. You will destroy them all. No, wait. Let me rephrase that. You will personally destroy them all. I order you to go down to the planet and kill each and every one of them in the most painful way possible."

During his life with these green creepy-crawly (^_^) creatures Demon learned to distinguish their moods by their expressions and by brown limbs on their backs. Judging from the way Haarssiansaall's appendages were moving the old scientist was very happy.

"You will leave on this mission immediately!" Haarssiansaall finished and than turned to walk out of the lab.

Demon, with his enhanced hearing, could distinguish the old creature mumbling things like "…all dead…" and "…we will have our revenge…"

The young hybrid was used to missions with different degrees of destruction - it came with a job. Every once in a while the ship would float near some unsuspecting planet that Demon would then be send to destroy. He would just fly out of the ship and destroy it with his energy. It was never a requirement to be up-close-and-personal with the beings he was send to kill. Not that he cared about that. He had enough of one-on-one fighting during his training hours (years?).

But this time it was different. This time Haarssiansaall specifically asked/ordered Demon to go down to the planet.

He really didn't feel like killing any weaklings, that were not green, today. But he didn't have a choice, right?

Demon's eyes slowly turned blue as he made his way to the docking sector.

His scowl disappeared and his young face became emotionless.

It was going to be a lo-ong day.

***

Demon was tired. Physically he was the strongest being in the Universe, but his mental state was much weaker. He meditated every day and it helped gain control over his powers and emotions but sometimes that control would slip.

This was one of those times.

Demon was used to killing things. He destroyed warrior-bots every day, no one cared about it anymore. All the lectures that he got for it were just for show.

He also destroyed creatures in his training room every day, or it felt that way to him. But it wasn't the same. Those beings were only images born of computers, crazy scientific minds and Demon's own nightmares. They weren't real. It hurt when they punched and they could bleed, but they came from nothing so they meant nothing.

This time was different.

This time he had to meet the inhabitants of the doomed planet. They all had families, even though their social structure was completely different from what Demon was used to. They were alive, happy and sentenced to death.

It was not a problem for Demon to destroy a planet in one blast. He didn't have to see the suffering and pain that it was causing. He could just forget about it after the dust cleared.

He couldn't do that now.

He couldn't ignore it, not that he didn't try.

When he landed on the planet he took no note of his surroundings concentrating on his superior senses instead. In almost no time he discovered that this planet was overpopulated. Even with his brilliant math skills he couldn't count all the ki's that he sensed. He ignored the scenery of the planet thinking that the less he new about it the easier it will be to destroy it. It wasn't like they could hurt him and from what he remembered about this particular planet there were no hazards bad enough to cause him any problems.

With his emotionless mask firmly in place Demon went to work.

As he slashed the creatures with his claws he discovered first hand how messy killing could get. These beings had poisonous blood. It was like acid. It couldn't hurt the boy but his clothes suffered a lot of damage.

To save at least some of his clothes Demon switched to ki blasts. He had a hard time using the right amount of power. Before he got it correctly a couple of cities were totally wiped out.

Then, after the hybrid found the most comfortable way to complete his mission it became a boring routine. It was a routine before he started to notice what he was doing.

Cries of pain and screams of dieing finally started to register in his mind. These beings had their own unique language that Demon didn't spend time on learning. But he couldn't misunderstand what the screams meant.

Things he had seen. Body of a female was laying broken in a burning city…

Things he had done. Swipe of clawed hand and another being was on its way to the other world…

Demon started loosing his control. Two mates protecting their offspring. Ki blast put an end to their existence….

He couldn't take it anymore. Crying, begging, dieing…

It was too easy and too pointless. Blood and gore(sp?) everywhere…

They didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve anything. A male crying out for his now dead mate…

Demon couldn't think straight anymore. Death everywhere…

He started powering up. His eyes changed to violet. His power level was rising with every shallow breath he took, but his control on his emotions was lost. Planet was shaking. It couldn't stand the power that was coming off Demon in waves. After it rouse couple more notches planet couldn't stand anymore. It blew up. Bits and pieces of dust mixed with liquid fire went flying in every direction.

Demon stopped powering up.

His mission was over.

Everyone was now dead.

His fangs and claws were elongated, eyes were flashing red and tail twitching savagely behind him.

***

Haarssiansaall was not happy with his Demon. He was not supposed to destroy that planet in one blast. They had to suffer.

The thought that Demon had some feelings and emotions didn't cross the old scientist's mind. He never cared about the mental state of his possessions anyhow. What was really bothering the old insect was that the hybrid was getting out of control. Now Haarssiansaall was scolding himself for making the creature not only powerful, but smart. He new now that he shouldn't have done that. The dumber the warrior was, the easier it was to control him.

But it was to late now to change anything.

He was still confident that the little breed could be manipulated. He just had to be a little more careful.

Haarssiansaall thought of Demon as an animal. He preferred not to remember that his creation was now smarter than he himself was. He took every chance he got to demonstrate his power and superiority over the little hybrid. It was becoming harder and harder to do considering how smart and perceptive the creature was becoming.

He had to punish him for today.

And now, after weeks of thinking and research he new exactly what the punishment should be.

Training room was the perfect solution.

That place was a unique creation. It was a hole in time and space that collected worst fears and nightmares and turned them against anyone who entered it. He could also upload hard data into it. That way it would have more solid opponents to offer. Time flew differently there. Even Haarssiansaall himself wasn't sure how it worked. Hybrid was the only one who went anywhere near the room. He went there only for one hour every couple of month.

So Haarssiansaall decided that the perfect punishment for his Demon would be to lock him up in the training (torture) chamber for five days straight. He was confident that that should teach Demon a lesson.

Maybe he will even go out of his mind and become insane.

That would be grate! No more intelligent servants!

Old slime ball proceeded to set his plans into motion immediately.

***

First time in years Demon felt at peace.

Haarssiansaall actually did him a favor by sending him to the training chamber for 126 hours straight. It felt like years have passed, but Demon didn't care. Physically he didn't age. And his mind… well… it was never young to begin with.

After spending time on his own Demon was able to sort everything out.

Now, after thinking long and hard about his situation Demon new what to do. Haarssiansaall didn't own him. His race meant nothing to the hybrid. And world domination wasn't on this hybrid's agenda. Not yet…

Demon was surprised that he put up with Haarssiansaall's shit this long.

Things were definitely going to change…

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