He sat there, amongst the pits of hell, listening morbidly to the screams and sobs of forsaken souls, tortured in the afterlife. A look of satisfaction warmed his face and a sick beam of light glittered in his heartless eyes. He was Vegeta, Lord of the Underworld. Protector of all that was evil and wicked of heart. He gloried in all that was forbidden and pure hatred coursed through his unholy veins. A high pitched wail broke free through the air not far from where he sat, perched so still he resembled a stone gargoyle. He smiled wickedly as he noted that the fear stricken scream had torn through a woman, a former servant of his that had recently lost her usefulness by awkwardly spilling wine on the castle floor. His only pleasure in life was to torture and kill in order to become stronger.
Finishing his meditation on dark thoughts, he stood up and stretched his graceful bat-like wings. He was beautiful in appearance and perfect in stature. He was flawless and dark with a heart shaped face and God-like body etched with muscle, covered by black leather. His outfit complemented his shape, perfectly showing each rippling tendon although it covered his entire body. His face had sharp features. Black eyes and full burgundy lips. Strong cheek bones and well chiseled jaw line. When he smiled his over enlarged canines glimmered sharply as if hungry for blood. He stood straight and walked with authority, his gigantic black wings looming about him wickedly.
He walked towards the castle, a huge ageless tower shadowing the rivers of blood streaming around it. Bodies and appendages floated in the moat surrounding the dark castle. As he walked up the steps to his quarters the very surface of the floor shook at his touch. His servants eyes widened each time he looked in their direction and their bodies quaked with fear if they met his ice cold gaze. He was both fire and ice. This was his domain and he loved it, if indeed it were possible for such a creature to love.
Once in his room he was met by a fearful stare of a tied up man. The man’s face was distorted and bloodied from obvious mistreatment. His body showed signs of starvation and his garments were torn. Sweat dripped from quivering brow. A large man stood near the pitiful shaking mass cowering on the floor.
“Yes?” Vegeta’s viciously harsh voice sounded, causing more chills to flow through the tied up man on the floor.
“This creature was found stealing resources from the castle, your highness.” Replied the large man.
“Is that so, Radditz?” Vegeta sneered, “And what does he have to say?”
The frightened man only shook more violently when then Dark Lord’s attention was directed towards him, and was rendered utterly speechless. A swift cracking kick in the ribs from Radditz sent him into hysterics as he pleaded for his life.
“P..Please..your Lordship. I-I was only going to take a little bit of food… for.for my family. They are starving. I… I beg of you, oh merciful Lord.” He sobbed while bowing his head low to the ground.
“Please spare me so I can take care of my family. I know you are a just… and wise leader, sire.” He pleaded, kissing the demon’s feet.
“Go on.” Vegeta remarked coolly, obviously interested in the man’s word. A look of hope swept over the broken man’s face as he continued his flattery.
“I can see…see it in your eyes your worship… You are a kind hearted man.” He stammered.
“Oh?” replied Vegeta stepping closer and kneeling on the ground staring hard into the man’s eyes. His wings seemed to entangle the two and floated about the tortured man in a seemingly taunting manner. Vegeta’s face was mere inches from the man, his stare unwavering, his eyes looking curiously through the man’s soul.
“How about now?” he asked in whisper.
“I..I see the same, Lord. You are merciful… and gracious… and kind…and” the man stammered on. A smile twinged at Vegeta’s lips. His eyes revealed nothing the man claimed were there.
“You’re right.” Vegeta smiled. He lifted a hand to touch the man’s quivering face. A look of terror washed over the man’s wet face as the touch both froze and burned him at the same time. He had never felt anything so … evil.
“I am merciful.” Vegeta whispered in his ear, so close his hot breath singed the man’s facial hair.
“You die by fire.” He said in mono tone. Standing up he looked at Radditz, who was wickedly grinning at the games his master was playing.
“Find his family.” The King said frankly, looking at the man who had crumbled into a sobbing ball on the floor. Vegeta smiled at the questions racing through the man’s face, daring him to believe this monster would take care of his family as payment for his sacrifice. Then he added,
“They can all roast together.” His teeth glimmered.
“One. Big. Happy. Family.”
The man screamed in disbelief.
“NO! NO! Please … Not my family!! Please! I beg of you! Spare my family!”
Vegeta’s face twinged in unbelievable bliss at the reaction. Unfortunately, he had other things to attend to. He laughed wickedly while Radditz dragged the screaming man out of the room.