|OOC Notes: This battle thread takes place at a point during this thread (link TBC).|
The Changeling took his time as he made his way down the length of the room. After all, there was no need to rush. He planned to take his sweet time with all of this and enjoy every last moment. As such Frieza’s eyes had not moved from one spot since he had entered the throne room and the doors had closed behind him. They were fixed on the throne at the other end of the room as he moved closer and closer, or rather they were fixed on the individual that sat upon the throne; King Cold, Frieza’s Father.
Not a single word had been uttered from either of them as the prodigal son continued to walk through the room. Even if one of them had whispered the other would have heard, such were the acoustics of the large chamber, but there was no need to speak. Right now words did not matter, only the moment did and Frieza was enjoying every second of it. Eventually, though it had taken several minutes, the young Arcosian finished making his way across the throne room, or at least enough for him to finally feel as if it was time for him to finally talk.
“Daddy dearest, I’m home,” Frieza began as he stopped walking.
He was not some ten or so feet away from the throne, though even then he was stood at the very base of the upward sloping dais on which it sat atop. From here Frieza had to crane his neck back just to look up at the King because of the height of the dais, though even without the dais he’d have still had to look up due to the gargantuan size of his Father.
“Though, as you’ve no doubt already guessed from all the commotion outside, I’ve come here with a purpose. The time has finally come for you to step down from that throne of yours and abdicate.” A wide smile pulled at Frieza’s face. “The Empire is in need of a new direction and you’re simply not capable of leading it down that path. Such a route requires one of… considerably more wisdom and strength than your frail body and mind has to offer.”
There was likely less truth to this than even Frieza himself believed, though he was not going to miss this rare opportunity to speak his mind toward King Cold. For countless years of the Prince’s childhood, the King had been all but a partly absent figure that he had even idolised. It was only after Frieza’s innate and unfathomable power had come to light did the King truly take notice of him. As Frieza had grown he had come to believe that his Father pandered to him as much as he had done because he feared the consequence of what would have happened if he didn’t. However, it took the youngest sons fall from grace to truly discover the truth.
His Father had used him, even when Frieza had believed it was he who was doing the using. While the Arcosian High Prince held the power it was King Cold who held control over him. There had been no real freedom, only perceived freedom. He’d been used as a tool to expand the Empire and eliminate any and all threats. Cooler had been used in this way too, albeit to a far lesser extent due to his weaker constitution in comparison to Frieza’s. It had taken the King’s humiliation while Frieza had been weakened, and his sudden favouring of Cooler, for the truth to finally come to light.
It had taken quite a bit longer than he had ever anticipated, but every decision and action that the small Prince had taken since his initial return to planet Cold after his resurrection, had been leading toward this very moment. This was his chance to humiliate the King in kind. This was his chance to take back everything that was rightfully his. This was his chance to take everything that should be his. Before this was over Frieza’s plans, or at least this set of plans, would finally come to a close.
“As you’re my Father I am going to offer you a curtsey that I never have to any other before now. I’m going to offer you mercy.” Frieza explained, a hint of humour tinging the edges of his voice.
It was meant exactly as it had no doubt come across - as an insult. In spite of this Frieza actually meant what he had said. He fully intended to keep his word and gran his Father mercy, if the King so wished to take that option. Yet, without even explaining what this option entailed, it was clear it would be far from befitting one of the King’s position and stature.
“Step down from my throne, kneel before your King and kiss the floor at my feet. Beg for your life.” Frieza finally added, raising a pointed finger. “Now I want to believe you truly wish to be spared, so you must convince me of such. Only then might I, the almighty Frieza, grant you the gift of your spared life.”
With that, the diminutive Changeling formed a small ball of energy in the space just atop his extended finger. Immediately its pulsating magenta light illuminated his face in a sickly glow. Despite this, the crimson pupils of his unblinking eyes continued to look beyond the energy toward the seated King. The focus was evident from his eyes, though so was the hatred that filled them.
“Alternatively, and I might add that this is my personal preference, if you should refuse this gracious offer…”
In the pause that followed, the small ball of energy drifted down above his steadily upturning palm before his fingers closed in around the small ball of energy, destroying it in his grip as his hand balled into a tight fist. With its magenta hue extinguished his expression was instantly plunged into shadowed darkness, though his sinister smirk was still ever apparent. Naturally, the act was symbolic of the clear meaning behind his words.
“And I shall obliterate you from existence.”
He allowed the words to hang in the air for a few seconds before his expression softened to what would appear to be indifference, only then did he fold his arms across his chest and close his eyes. It had been the first time he had taken his eyes off of the King since he had first entered the room. Briefly gesturing that he cared not with an upturned hand, he slipped it back into the folded position across his chest that it had previously resided within.
“What say you, Father?”
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- Weapon: +10% Strength
- Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
- Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
- Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
Strength:39,838 (51,789) Ki:39,838 (49,798) Agility:39,838 (52,188) Durability:39,838 (55,773) Fatigue:0% / 100% Health:79,676 (111,546) Power Level:318,704 (419,096) OOC Notes: I think it's finally time I took this bad boy out for a spin!