Nexus Saga: Chapter 2 Continued.

Chapter 2 Continued.
-as I said before. The demons I choose to use are actual demons from the hell heirarchy, as obtained from this site:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/9327/demonology1.html

Ebross' arm drops to his side. His eyes squinted in confusion over the situation. "I..." the Namekian begins, but really just doesn't know what to say. Eventually the demon's laughter subsides. He levitates there for a few moments longer simply starring at the Namekian. The small grin on his face doesn’t fade as he shakes his head almost in disbelief.

“So.. You have returned once more.” The demon begins as he uncrosses his arms, holding his hand towards the ground. Momentarily a barren, dusty brown field begins to appear. It starts small, just as the skyline had, but it grows quickly to encompass all of the area within sight, excluding the sky. The demon levitates down, his feet making small clouds of dirt burst upwards. He motions for ebross to join him on the ground, and seeing no other option, the Namekian does so. “First thing first. You ARE Ebross I take it.”

The Namekian thinks for a few moments. It was obvious this demon had had dealings with Ebross in the past, which is what he remembered himself as. The namekian could remember very little of his past, but he had, thus far, been shown and remembered small recollections and glimpses of his previous life whenever something appeared before him, reminded him of whatever deep seated or buried memories he had forgotton. Jidaijin, Soul Eaters both of them had brought back memories. This demon, however did not. Ebross knew he had not met this being before, didn’t know exactly how he knew it; but nonetheless he was sure of it. “Yes... I am Ebross” The namekian says, meeting the gaze of the demon. “Who are you?”

The demon’s eyes momentarily flame, as if in disbelief that the Namekian would be so forward, it subsides a moment later into a small grin. “Ever the arrogant one, doesn’t matter which dimension you are in.” The demon gives a light chuckle, and then a small bow. “I am Paimon, King of the Dominions of Hell, and subordinate to Satan himself. At your service.” Something the demon said seemed extremely funny to him, and once again the entire cosmos seems to clap with his thunderous laughing.

“Ah, Ebross it has been years since those of the Fallen’s court has been graced with your presence. Tell me, Namek. How did you come to find yourself here, amongst my beauties.” His hands sweep across the area indicating the legions of Soul Eaters who were still starring at the Namekian with lusting eyes. The demon waves his hand once more across them, and in simultaneous poofs of black smoke they disappear, sent back to whatever dimension or place of habitation they came from.

The namekian blinks, “I... do not know exactly.” Ebross says as he remembers back, “Some... Jidiajin expelled me from wherever I was before I came hence. Speaking of which, where is this place?”

A look of slight annoyance came over Paimon’s face. “Full of questions, aren’t we...” He says through his teeth. Momentarily, a smile replaces his face. “This is Limbo. This is where the souls of those too cowardly to choose a direction in life, good or evil, reside. Or rather, use to anyway. These days there are very very few of them. My soul eaters get hungry and have thus been given this as their feeding grounds. Cowards deserve no life, OR afterlife. Mwuhahahaha!” The demon roars in dark and low guffaws.

Ebross is slightly scared by the demons showing. Slightly being a huge underexaggeration since the beast had terrified him since he had showed himself. “Anyway...” The demon begins once again as he brings his chuckles under control. “And what do you remember before the Jidiajin.” Paimon asks.

The namekian thinks back. “Not much... I awoke wherever it happened, I ran into the children and the Jidiajin, and was sent here... I don’t remember much before that, other than pain... A lot of pain...” Ebross says.

Paimon puts his finger to his chin. He mumbles to himself, but ebross picks it up. “So... it is this version again... The Nexus version...” Paimon shakes head once before looking up to Ebross. “I have orders from my Liege to bring you to his presence whenever and wherever I find you. There have been more than 1 ebross to join the legions of hell, not very many survive. I am ordered to bring you back, but I tell you this... If I were you, I would use whatever means you have to escape this place. I have seen what will happen to you in hell if you join me. You will betray my lord, and you will either be destroyed or perhaps worse, and trust me... In hell, there are things much much worse than simple death...”

The namekian thinks for a few moments. This did not make any sense... He had never been to hell, and he sure didn’t remember dying. “I do not understand. And besides, I know no way to escape here. I have lost all memory of my abilities.” The namekian was beginning to realize that in truth, Paimon held no real hostilities towards him. That was good at least. It was making him more confident at least.

Paimon nods for a few seconds. “Yes... that sounds about right. I guess we will have to do something about that then.” Paimon strides forward a few steps, and places his hand on the Namekians chest. It takes all of ebross’s courage not to slink away, to cower in the almost omnipotent presence of this demon.

A strange dark, almost blood red light begins to rise from the demon’s hand and washes over the namekian. A pain begins to rise from the namekians chest, his despair amulet begins to pulse a deep black. The pain and the pulsing begins to build and build. A scream arises from somewhere around the namekian. In only seconds it is grating heavily on his ears and he wishes nothing more than for it to shut up. It is then, though, that he realizes that it is himself that is screaming. The light surrounding ebross builds and builds, until finally a red and black burst of pure undulated energy rises around him, engulfing his entire form. The light grows in size and intensity, forming a whirlwind of increasing energy until it is self sustaining, whipping around the namekian like a tornado. Paimon steps backwards, and then more as he smiles in self satisfaction. “Welcome back... Ebross, the Beast of the 4th Gate.” Paimon says with a slight bow of respect.

The Namekian screams as a final wave of energy bursts away from him. As it fades away, standing amidst the middle of the storm, its eye, is a new figure. The antenna of the green warrior are now curled up, over his head and forward like horns. His chin is inches longer, jutting out longer, almost hornlike itself. His eyes are wildly mad, the pupils dilated with black and red. His aura is blood red, less intense than before, but still striking; especially with the black bolts of lightning shooting down his limbs.

The warrior looks down at his body. The muscles that had been flail and lifeless before we now stronger and bursting with power. His left arm, which had been nothing but a stump was now regenerated, and stronger than ever. His whole body felt stronger, his mind sharper, his memories returned. Their was only one thing he could say as he realized his power, his strength, his body, and mind were now returned to him.
“I am back.”