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Fanfic: Silence-The God of Evil (teil 1)
Chapter: Silence-The God of Evil (part 1)
Silence - The God of Evil (Part 1)
All he wants is Hell on earth!
From Son-Goku Daimao
Hali Hello Halöle, I'm back and I've brought you a new story, again a multi-part!
In order to clarify something, if I mix up the legends in my fanfic or turn the time wheel a little, this is necessary for the story and so that you also know what "Silence actually means, here a little tip. Silence (pronounced ßeilenz) works." the English and means something like "silence". But first have fun (or horror) with my story, hope you like it. Could write your opinion underneath, I would be happy!
It was a quiet day in the Shaolin monastery. As usual, they followed their prayers and praises. They had already completed combat training, as had dinner. Normally after the last rosary they would disappear into their rooms and go to sleep there, or read a little more in their books.But that day everything should be different.
Father Shahoro, one of the oldest monks in the order, was sitting at the large oak table with two other younger colleagues and was talking to them about the prophecies of the kami when his gaze wandered briefly and wandered to the calendar on the opposite wall. Today was June 6th, 666 after Kami's birth (I'll just say * g *). Nothing special, but he still had a bad feeling in his stomach.
He was just about to devote himself to his inquisitive audience when a young man rushed into the main hall, screaming wildly. He shouted in an old language and waved a piece of paper in the air while he kept pointing to the large door at the far end of the room.
It was nearly ten meters high and made of thick black wood. It has been here since time immemorial and locked. Even Shahoro had never seen it opened. There were a few rumors that a cruel monster was trapped behind it, but most of them dismissed that as gossip.You might as well believe in the fire-eating bird.
But the young man constantly pointed to the high gate and spoke much too quickly and hacked off.
"Sheta alldo mahiri scasto, tamen, dufor te Zensibar. Aberto krax e Seth, diri kafum ullogra!"
Shahoro could barely make out the words. It seemed to be a mish-mash of Latin, Ancient Egyptian, Namek and Yadric. He had never heard of it before. But from the words that he at least thought he could translate, he understood that the mad man wanted to warn her about something, something very dangerous.
A couple of monks rushed into the hall from a side corridor and wanted to take the restless guest into custody, when suddenly a loud noise echoed through the hall. All the candles were blown out as if by magic, it was pitch black, only the white light of the full moon shone in through the small bay windows and lit the large, locked door as if with a spotlight.
Freezing cold broke out. Shahoro got goosebumps even though they were in the middle of June. He could see his breath winding from his mouth in clouds of mist. The crazy guy had sunk to the floor and sobbed while the group of monks around him looked around questioningly.
Then a faint hissing began under the ceiling of the high hall, like a rattlesnake. Everyone looked up, but there was nothing there. The hissing came closer and closer and got louder. The invisible serpent seemed to be moving towards the great gate. As soon as it got there, it fell silent, a dead silence set in and then there was a deafening crack. The gate jumped open with a tremendous rumble, the panes of the small windows shattered, a huge pressure wave roared. The tables and chairs were raised as if they weighed nothing and flew backwards. Shahoro was also thrown up and thrown across the room until he hit the floor hard and lay there in the middle of the large gate.
He coughed heavily and made a face. He had broken at least three ribs. When he carefully raised his head, he could see the lower part of the gate. It was open, spear wide open. Now he could see what was behind it. He couldn't believe his eyes. A dark, seemingly endless space, through which lightning and thunder passed, extended there. In addition, Shahoro could hear screams and whimpers, it also seemed to come from the room. But then they fell silent. And a person came out of the room. Or rather, she just appeared in front of the gate. Shahoro could only look up to his knees. The person wasn't very old, maybe a teenager, wearing white Skechers and torn and tattered blue jeans that were open at the knees. The person came up to him and stopped right in front of him.
Shahoro heard the stranger talking in an almost childlike voice, but the voice wasn't as innocent as a child's, it was freezing cold and without emotion.
"Nice to be back here, on the good old earth. Was locked in this black hole long enough, my God, that was boring in there. But well, now I can really let off steam again.
Where am I actually? "
That question was addressed to Shahoro, who forced an answer.
"This is the Shaolin monastery of holy Hootaroo."
"Oh, really, what a bummer. These old geezers actually kept their promise. But what the heck, they couldn't stop me back then, they should have known that. What year is it?"
Addressed to Shahoro again.
"666 after Kami's birth."
"What? I've been gone for so long? Man, no wonder I don't recognize anything. But it doesn't look much nicer. But what do you expect from a couple of brainless eggheads?", He started to laugh as if he'd cracked a damn good joke, but then his voice went cold again, "What's your name?"
"Shahoro and her?"
"I don't think you need to know!"
"How so?"
"Because you won't be able to do much with it anyway!"
Shaoro wanted to ask another question, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back.
He collapsed and lay dead. The person stepped over him and walked out of the monastery. When she stood in front of the entrance portal, he just grinned and turned to leave. Halfway through, his eyes glowed red for a moment. The whole monastery exploded. The bang could be heard for miles. The flames rose into the dark night sky and lit the area.
The figure that had come out of the dark room went on without giving a thought to what had just happened, instead he was only plagued by one question: How can I best enjoy myself now? ....... .................
"Hey, Gohan, catch!"
Son Goku was the sofa across the living room. Gohan reacted immediately and blocked the sofa, which now flew to the door through which Bulma just entered .................. BOOM.
The sofa landed right in front of her with a loud bang, Bulma dropped the tray with drinks in front of her check and grabbed her hair. All the others were startled from their conversations and stared at Bulma, who now straightened up again and looked with angry look at Gohan and Goku, who were now pointing at the other with the index finger at the same time.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean, you bang-bang bags? Don't you all have them anymore? Did you want to kill me or what? Just throw the sofa through the counter, Lord God, a manhole cover has more brains than you, you cardboard noses!"
Her nostrils widened and her head turned red. The two Saiyajins looked with their most innocent faces, while Kuririn and ChiChi had to resist laughing. Bulma's head now looked like a tomato.A tomato with turquoise growth on top.
"You are going to put the sofa back down immediately and if I see you throwing objects in my house with anything, even if it's just the coffee machine, then there is a huge bang here. Do you hear? Then you would be at Freezer yourself better off than with me! "
She turned on her heel and disappeared into the corridor with her fists clenched and wild curses.
Son Goku marched off and put the sofa back down. The others just kept talking.
The reason why all the members of the Z-Gang in Capsule Corp. that was 24 Tenkaichi Budoukai, which was relocated to the western capital due to the total destruction of Papaya Island by Piccolo. As usual, everyone in Group Z wanted to become world champions this year, if only because of the old, arrogant idiot Mr. Satan, who since his "victory" against Cell has praised himself as the savior of the world and who could fill whole buses with his self-praise finally to show how strong he really was.Goku had even been given a day off for this. In addition, the judge of the underworld, Enma, had made a small mistake. Instead of entering a day in response to Son-Goku's request for the release of his duties beyond the rest of the world, he had, quite accidentally, as he said afterwards, entered a million days. Of course, Uranai Baba had noticed this misprint immediately and she insisted that Enma now execute this contract as he had filled out and agreed on in his confusion. The joy was great and so the decision was made to throw a little "misprint" party. Vegeta, of course, faced the whole thing with scorn and disinterest, but then she hadn't let herself be taken from at least a few small bites, which quickly turned into a couple of large packs.
Goku and Gohan joined Kuririn and Vegeta, who were both leaning against the wall and staring holes in the air.ChiChi put her head back together with Videl and C18 and Muten Roshi was immersed in a TV magazine that, according to the cover, had some very revealing pictures of the actresses in the new hit anime series "Perfect Blue". Oolong and Pool stood next to the large hi-fi system and rummaged through the CD rows of the letters. Apparently Bulma had a soft spot for pop music, especially the girl trio "Cham", was often represented. Nevertheless, the blue, flying cat put on "I'm a Boo 4 U" by Britnina Speasoru and began to dance with Oolong.
Bulma had disappeared into
All he wants is Hell on earth!
From Son-Goku Daimao
Hali Hello Halöle, I'm back and I've brought you a new story, again a multi-part!
In order to clarify something, if I mix up the legends in my fanfic or turn the time wheel a little, this is necessary for the story and so that you also know what "Silence actually means, here a little tip. Silence (pronounced ßeilenz) works." the English and means something like "silence". But first have fun (or horror) with my story, hope you like it. Could write your opinion underneath, I would be happy!
It was a quiet day in the Shaolin monastery. As usual, they followed their prayers and praises. They had already completed combat training, as had dinner. Normally after the last rosary they would disappear into their rooms and go to sleep there, or read a little more in their books.But that day everything should be different.
Father Shahoro, one of the oldest monks in the order, was sitting at the large oak table with two other younger colleagues and was talking to them about the prophecies of the kami when his gaze wandered briefly and wandered to the calendar on the opposite wall. Today was June 6th, 666 after Kami's birth (I'll just say * g *). Nothing special, but he still had a bad feeling in his stomach.
He was just about to devote himself to his inquisitive audience when a young man rushed into the main hall, screaming wildly. He shouted in an old language and waved a piece of paper in the air while he kept pointing to the large door at the far end of the room.
It was nearly ten meters high and made of thick black wood. It has been here since time immemorial and locked. Even Shahoro had never seen it opened. There were a few rumors that a cruel monster was trapped behind it, but most of them dismissed that as gossip.You might as well believe in the fire-eating bird.
But the young man constantly pointed to the high gate and spoke much too quickly and hacked off.
"Sheta alldo mahiri scasto, tamen, dufor te Zensibar. Aberto krax e Seth, diri kafum ullogra!"
Shahoro could barely make out the words. It seemed to be a mish-mash of Latin, Ancient Egyptian, Namek and Yadric. He had never heard of it before. But from the words that he at least thought he could translate, he understood that the mad man wanted to warn her about something, something very dangerous.
A couple of monks rushed into the hall from a side corridor and wanted to take the restless guest into custody, when suddenly a loud noise echoed through the hall. All the candles were blown out as if by magic, it was pitch black, only the white light of the full moon shone in through the small bay windows and lit the large, locked door as if with a spotlight.
Freezing cold broke out. Shahoro got goosebumps even though they were in the middle of June. He could see his breath winding from his mouth in clouds of mist. The crazy guy had sunk to the floor and sobbed while the group of monks around him looked around questioningly.
Then a faint hissing began under the ceiling of the high hall, like a rattlesnake. Everyone looked up, but there was nothing there. The hissing came closer and closer and got louder. The invisible serpent seemed to be moving towards the great gate. As soon as it got there, it fell silent, a dead silence set in and then there was a deafening crack. The gate jumped open with a tremendous rumble, the panes of the small windows shattered, a huge pressure wave roared. The tables and chairs were raised as if they weighed nothing and flew backwards. Shahoro was also thrown up and thrown across the room until he hit the floor hard and lay there in the middle of the large gate.
He coughed heavily and made a face. He had broken at least three ribs. When he carefully raised his head, he could see the lower part of the gate. It was open, spear wide open. Now he could see what was behind it. He couldn't believe his eyes. A dark, seemingly endless space, through which lightning and thunder passed, extended there. In addition, Shahoro could hear screams and whimpers, it also seemed to come from the room. But then they fell silent. And a person came out of the room. Or rather, she just appeared in front of the gate. Shahoro could only look up to his knees. The person wasn't very old, maybe a teenager, wearing white Skechers and torn and tattered blue jeans that were open at the knees. The person came up to him and stopped right in front of him.
Shahoro heard the stranger talking in an almost childlike voice, but the voice wasn't as innocent as a child's, it was freezing cold and without emotion.
"Nice to be back here, on the good old earth. Was locked in this black hole long enough, my God, that was boring in there. But well, now I can really let off steam again.
Where am I actually? "
That question was addressed to Shahoro, who forced an answer.
"This is the Shaolin monastery of holy Hootaroo."
"Oh, really, what a bummer. These old geezers actually kept their promise. But what the heck, they couldn't stop me back then, they should have known that. What year is it?"
Addressed to Shahoro again.
"666 after Kami's birth."
"What? I've been gone for so long? Man, no wonder I don't recognize anything. But it doesn't look much nicer. But what do you expect from a couple of brainless eggheads?", He started to laugh as if he'd cracked a damn good joke, but then his voice went cold again, "What's your name?"
"Shahoro and her?"
"I don't think you need to know!"
"How so?"
"Because you won't be able to do much with it anyway!"
Shaoro wanted to ask another question, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back.
He collapsed and lay dead. The person stepped over him and walked out of the monastery. When she stood in front of the entrance portal, he just grinned and turned to leave. Halfway through, his eyes glowed red for a moment. The whole monastery exploded. The bang could be heard for miles. The flames rose into the dark night sky and lit the area.
The figure that had come out of the dark room went on without giving a thought to what had just happened, instead he was only plagued by one question: How can I best enjoy myself now? ....... .................
"Hey, Gohan, catch!"
Son Goku was the sofa across the living room. Gohan reacted immediately and blocked the sofa, which now flew to the door through which Bulma just entered .................. BOOM.
The sofa landed right in front of her with a loud bang, Bulma dropped the tray with drinks in front of her check and grabbed her hair. All the others were startled from their conversations and stared at Bulma, who now straightened up again and looked with angry look at Gohan and Goku, who were now pointing at the other with the index finger at the same time.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean, you bang-bang bags? Don't you all have them anymore? Did you want to kill me or what? Just throw the sofa through the counter, Lord God, a manhole cover has more brains than you, you cardboard noses!"
Her nostrils widened and her head turned red. The two Saiyajins looked with their most innocent faces, while Kuririn and ChiChi had to resist laughing. Bulma's head now looked like a tomato.A tomato with turquoise growth on top.
"You are going to put the sofa back down immediately and if I see you throwing objects in my house with anything, even if it's just the coffee machine, then there is a huge bang here. Do you hear? Then you would be at Freezer yourself better off than with me! "
She turned on her heel and disappeared into the corridor with her fists clenched and wild curses.
Son Goku marched off and put the sofa back down. The others just kept talking.
The reason why all the members of the Z-Gang in Capsule Corp. that was 24 Tenkaichi Budoukai, which was relocated to the western capital due to the total destruction of Papaya Island by Piccolo. As usual, everyone in Group Z wanted to become world champions this year, if only because of the old, arrogant idiot Mr. Satan, who since his "victory" against Cell has praised himself as the savior of the world and who could fill whole buses with his self-praise finally to show how strong he really was.Goku had even been given a day off for this. In addition, the judge of the underworld, Enma, had made a small mistake. Instead of entering a day in response to Son-Goku's request for the release of his duties beyond the rest of the world, he had, quite accidentally, as he said afterwards, entered a million days. Of course, Uranai Baba had noticed this misprint immediately and she insisted that Enma now execute this contract as he had filled out and agreed on in his confusion. The joy was great and so the decision was made to throw a little "misprint" party. Vegeta, of course, faced the whole thing with scorn and disinterest, but then she hadn't let herself be taken from at least a few small bites, which quickly turned into a couple of large packs.
Goku and Gohan joined Kuririn and Vegeta, who were both leaning against the wall and staring holes in the air.ChiChi put her head back together with Videl and C18 and Muten Roshi was immersed in a TV magazine that, according to the cover, had some very revealing pictures of the actresses in the new hit anime series "Perfect Blue". Oolong and Pool stood next to the large hi-fi system and rummaged through the CD rows of the letters. Apparently Bulma had a soft spot for pop music, especially the girl trio "Cham", was often represented. Nevertheless, the blue, flying cat put on "I'm a Boo 4 U" by Britnina Speasoru and began to dance with Oolong.
Bulma had disappeared into