Cyril was enraged. One might even say he was… MAD. Cyril began giggling to himself through his rage AS HE THOUGHT OF THAT PUN. (The voices were ACTING UP AGAIN.) Cyril had FAILED TO HEAL HIMSELF. AgaIN. He was SO UNBELIEVABLY ANGRY. But Cyril was excited to know that this would be the last time he would need to summon Heaven’s dragon, HEMINOS- HOPEFULLY ANYWAY. Cyril was assuming one of his PROPOSED CURES WAS THE RIGHT ONE. Cyril could now just find the dragon balls from Heaven and THEN REACH HIS NEXT TRANSFORMATION. If that cure didn’t work that time around, THEN HE COULD RESET HIMSELF AND WISH AGAIN IN THE SAME SUMMONING. Cyril cackled to himself ONCE MORE. He was SO CLEVER, HAHAHHA. Cyril couldn’t STOP LAUGHING. He doubled over LAUGHING SO HARD THAT IT HURT. Cyril slapped his palm over his mouth IN AN ATTEMPT TO STOP HIS LAUGHING FIT. But he only SHOOK WITH LAUGHTER. Cyril was terrified AND ELATED. Cyril laughed so hard HE FELL INTO BLACK UNCONSCIOUSNESS.
A single Oneiroi scout was making his way across the indigo plains of Heaven. He was just wandering about. Looking for the dragon balls so they could hoard them until the balls reset. Then they could finally depose Cyril and the Seraphim! He laughed maniacally to himself. He laughed so hard he tripped over the unconscious body of Cyril, Lord of Heaven and President of Earth. The Oneiroi jerked himself off from the body in fear (wiggles antennae), instantly recognizing the ki signature of the feared Cyril, Lord of Heaven and President of Earth. The Oneiroi shut his eyes in fear, knowing there was no escape. A few moments passed and the Oneiroi heard a light snore. The Oneiroi opened his eyes just a bit and saw the Cyril, Lord of Heaven and President of Earth, had not moved an inch yet. He cautiously prodded the sleeping Cyril (who was Lord of Heaven and President of Earth). The Oneiroi couldn’t believe his luck! He had just found his number one enemy unconscious in the middle of the field! The hive mind commanded him to bring the body back to the hive in the Northern Ocean, and so the Oneiroi hefted Cyril, Lord of Heaven and President of Earth, and took him to the hive in the Northern Ocean. It was actually a pretty long trek for the brave Oneiroi. The Oneiroi was weak compared to most of the other demons, and he just dragged a (relative to his size) hefty man miles upon miles, all the way to the Northern Ocean hive. What a great Oneiroi. Too bad he would die. Whoops! Spoilers….
Cyril awoke TO ARGUING. “We can’t just keep him here, we need to kill him!” Another False Cyril had risen from the Oneiroi ranks to lead them and now stood before Real Cyril. “No, we have to humiliate him by using the dragon balls!” False Cyril argued with himself. “Nope, we can’t hold him here! He’ll break out and take the balls before we can make the wish! And what’s with his face?” False Cyril shrugged, “I don’t know and I don’t care. We’re going to keep him there until we’re finished though!” False Cyril noticed that Real Cyril was waking up. False Cyril decked the fuck out of Cyril and he was knocked out. “See! He is weaker than before. We can do this, easy.”
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril knocked him out.
Cyril woke up. False Cyril did not knock him out.
Cyril proceeded to break his chains, giggling like a maniac. He was looking forward to the slaughter he was about to commit. “HE’S OUT, I TOLD YOU TO KIL-“ False Cyril gargled as Cyril shot a tiny beam of ki through his throat. False Cyril fell dead to the GROUND. Cyril SLAUGHTERED EVERYONE. Cyril took the DRAGON BALLS.
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