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Repost: Hazards #1 [Mugy + Pyx]
From: October 14th, 2003
The, still terribly in progress, when I get to it, story of how Mugy and Pyx met and such.
Original notes: ((Just for a general "when" setting, this story starts about 14 million years before the present time in my webcomic, DB. That time itself is before our own current time, at least some time before humans existed on Earth. I don't have an exact date, sorry, but I thought I'd give you all a rough time frame. As the story progresses and I jump forward in time, I think I'll use the timesetting BDB, which is Before-DB. Easy. Yeah. Just uh...flow with it. ^^))
#1: The beginning
"That Mugendie," a low voice growled. "He's working my Videmy to death." The voice belonged to a massive creature that looked like, and yet subtly was not a black, gray, and violet wolf.
"It’s what he was created for," replied a small woman. An ornate dragon-embellished mask concealed her face.
"You made him a killing machine!"
"Indeed," was the unimpressed reply. "But Aru, remember what you created Videmy for."
"Re-birth," the not-wolf snapped. "You created Death, and I made Rebirth. I had to. Someone had to counter him!"
"Then it’s your own fault," the woman said, turning and starting to stroll away into the dark.
"Then I suppose I’ll just have to destroy him, Kura-Kurree."
She stopped, glancing back over her shoulder. "You won’t, or I’ll destroy you."
Aree-Aru snorted. "That thing has only three creatures in hell to fear. Father, you, and me. And he doesn’t even fear me because you made him nearly as powerful as I am!"
"My precious child, I wouldn’t want to have to worry about him." Kura-Kurree smiled thinly, and the wolf shuddered.
"Then make him stop killing all the demons!"
"I cannot," she said, shrugging. "He is not under my direct control."
"You could stop him if you wanted to."
She turned away again. "Perhaps. But I’m not going to." Aree-Aru muttered to himself as his elder sister strolled away.
"If you will do nothing, then I will have to find a way to slow him down."
Kura-Kurree had created her son, the devil Mugendie, as a way of dealing with her own problems. Some time before, she had found herself unable to function properly because she could not stop killing demons. (Indeed, the demons considered this first-created devil to be their "mother-goddess," and it certainly wouldn’t do to have the mother hating her adopted pet-children.) Her solution seemed simple and relatively harmless: Kura-Kurree dug into her soul and took-out most of the hatred of demons and urge to kill them. This wicked ball was placed into her created son, Mugendie. Kura-Kurree created Mugendie to be beautiful, hateful, and exceedingly powerful. But she gave him no capacity to love or feel compassion. He took a wicked delight in killing demons, and thus became known as the demons’ god of Death. The only real protection the mother goddess offered the demons was Mugendie’s height: no demon or devil created before or since was as tall as him in humanoid form. Mugendie tended to stick out like a tall, evil thumb. But demons had a tendency to be a bit stupid, and so he had few problems. After all, no one could resist or hide from him.
The wolfish blood-god Aree-Aru lounged on a bed of dark violet grass. His expression was a bit dopey, but his daughter knew better. Videmy was standing nearby, eyeing the large black and white beast resting on the tiled floor. It looked asleep, but Videmy was fully aware that the creature was not alive. Not dead, just not alive yet.
"Are you sure about this?"
The large orange eyes opened, staring steadily. "Yes, my child."
"You’d really waste your second seed on...on..." Videmy made a frustrated noise, having been created unable to say Mugendie’s name.
"I do not consider it a waste," Aree-Aru said. "You, perhaps, were a waste."
An irritated snort. "You created me to undo his damage."
"A perpetually losing fight. But necessary."
"Then why-"
"A distraction, Videmy," he said, long fangs glinting in the torch light. "If I cannot destroy him, then I will just have to torture him."
Videmy looked back at the beast--her new brother. He looked like a massive white tiger with a long red bottlebrush tail. A feeling of unease settled in her stomach.
"Do not worry, he is not as powerful as you."
"That’s not what I’m worried about."
"Hmm..."
"What will you call him?"
"..."
From: October 14th, 2003
The, still terribly in progress, when I get to it, story of how Mugy and Pyx met and such.
Original notes: ((Just for a general "when" setting, this story starts about 14 million years before the present time in my webcomic, DB. That time itself is before our own current time, at least some time before humans existed on Earth. I don't have an exact date, sorry, but I thought I'd give you all a rough time frame. As the story progresses and I jump forward in time, I think I'll use the timesetting BDB, which is Before-DB. Easy. Yeah. Just uh...flow with it. ^^))
#1: The beginning
"That Mugendie," a low voice growled. "He's working my Videmy to death." The voice belonged to a massive creature that looked like, and yet subtly was not a black, gray, and violet wolf.
"It’s what he was created for," replied a small woman. An ornate dragon-embellished mask concealed her face.
"You made him a killing machine!"
"Indeed," was the unimpressed reply. "But Aru, remember what you created Videmy for."
"Re-birth," the not-wolf snapped. "You created Death, and I made Rebirth. I had to. Someone had to counter him!"
"Then it’s your own fault," the woman said, turning and starting to stroll away into the dark.
"Then I suppose I’ll just have to destroy him, Kura-Kurree."
She stopped, glancing back over her shoulder. "You won’t, or I’ll destroy you."
Aree-Aru snorted. "That thing has only three creatures in hell to fear. Father, you, and me. And he doesn’t even fear me because you made him nearly as powerful as I am!"
"My precious child, I wouldn’t want to have to worry about him." Kura-Kurree smiled thinly, and the wolf shuddered.
"Then make him stop killing all the demons!"
"I cannot," she said, shrugging. "He is not under my direct control."
"You could stop him if you wanted to."
She turned away again. "Perhaps. But I’m not going to." Aree-Aru muttered to himself as his elder sister strolled away.
"If you will do nothing, then I will have to find a way to slow him down."
Kura-Kurree had created her son, the devil Mugendie, as a way of dealing with her own problems. Some time before, she had found herself unable to function properly because she could not stop killing demons. (Indeed, the demons considered this first-created devil to be their "mother-goddess," and it certainly wouldn’t do to have the mother hating her adopted pet-children.) Her solution seemed simple and relatively harmless: Kura-Kurree dug into her soul and took-out most of the hatred of demons and urge to kill them. This wicked ball was placed into her created son, Mugendie. Kura-Kurree created Mugendie to be beautiful, hateful, and exceedingly powerful. But she gave him no capacity to love or feel compassion. He took a wicked delight in killing demons, and thus became known as the demons’ god of Death. The only real protection the mother goddess offered the demons was Mugendie’s height: no demon or devil created before or since was as tall as him in humanoid form. Mugendie tended to stick out like a tall, evil thumb. But demons had a tendency to be a bit stupid, and so he had few problems. After all, no one could resist or hide from him.
The wolfish blood-god Aree-Aru lounged on a bed of dark violet grass. His expression was a bit dopey, but his daughter knew better. Videmy was standing nearby, eyeing the large black and white beast resting on the tiled floor. It looked asleep, but Videmy was fully aware that the creature was not alive. Not dead, just not alive yet.
"Are you sure about this?"
The large orange eyes opened, staring steadily. "Yes, my child."
"You’d really waste your second seed on...on..." Videmy made a frustrated noise, having been created unable to say Mugendie’s name.
"I do not consider it a waste," Aree-Aru said. "You, perhaps, were a waste."
An irritated snort. "You created me to undo his damage."
"A perpetually losing fight. But necessary."
"Then why-"
"A distraction, Videmy," he said, long fangs glinting in the torch light. "If I cannot destroy him, then I will just have to torture him."
Videmy looked back at the beast--her new brother. He looked like a massive white tiger with a long red bottlebrush tail. A feeling of unease settled in her stomach.
"Do not worry, he is not as powerful as you."
"That’s not what I’m worried about."
"Hmm..."
"What will you call him?"
"..."
