Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Devil's In The Details ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: holyllama 
And the battle ensues: the time-honored tradition of Good vs. Evil...or is that More Evil vs. Less Evil?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.07.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 122 | Status: Work In Progress
And the battle ensues: the time-honored tradition of Good vs. Evil...or is that More Evil vs. Less Evil?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.07.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 122 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, I do not own Demon: the Fallen. Those belong to Kazuki Takahashi and White Wolf respectively.
Warnings: This story contains violence, strong language, and references to dark occultism. If you are at all uncomfortable with any of these, stop reading now!
Even she was surprised when the metal staff clipped hard against the back of his head. The sight of a large chunk of rotting flesh sloughing away from his scalp was something she would have been glad to forget about, however. It was…disgusting, to put it mildly, and that wasn‘t even the smell. Yuki had seen a show called Mythbusters during their time in the United States, an episode where they’d let two dead pigs sit and stew inside of a sealed car to see if it really was possible to get the “something died and rotted here” smell out of the upholstery. The experimenters had stumbled away from the car after it had been opened after something like two months, gagging at the smell even through gas masks. Maharet would have rather taken a deep whiff of the inside of that car than be standing close enough to inhale the odor of decay and what she thought might have been a touch of gangrene mixed with infection.
At least the blow seemed to get Bahariel’s attention, though, seeing as he turned back to Maharet with a wicked smile that tucked the corners of his mouth into open and weeping sores. “You think that will hurt me, little Fiend? And I was so sure that your House was supposed to be intelligent.”
“Shut up, Scourge.” Her staff swung in again, only to be blocked by a spear that had come from seemingly nowhere.
“Such a naughty girl. You do know where naughty girls go, don’t you?” The spear lifted, pushing Maharet back a few steps before it lashed out too quickly for her to block. She bit back a pained hiss, a hand instinctively moving to clasp the deep wound in her left shoulder as it began to bleed. “And you even made me wound this form of yours.”
“Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not getting off on this, Bahariel!”
“You know me too well, my dear.”
She swung wildly. “I’m not…your dear…anything!” All three missed, earning her nothing more than a dark chuckle and a wound to the side when she left herself open after the last swing of her staff.
Just a little longer…just until the boys are out of here and safe…
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The tomb robber cursed, loudly and very inventively. He knew he’d expended too much energy in that throw (thank the gods that it had been true, though), but that didn’t mean he had to like being tossed over Yami’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the four boys were making a break for the door. Yami was with him in tow, at least. Jonouchi and Honda were covering their exit with typical brute force. Not that the tomb robber particularly minded, of course, especially when that brute force was aimed at discouraging the three cultists from following.
He could see Maharet’s fight with Bahariel from his vantage point, the skirmish having taken to air moments ago. Fucking amazing to watch, not counting in the fact that she was getting her ass kicked. The trick with the clones was pretty nice, though.
There was movement from the back of the warehouse and the tomb robber’s eye was immediately drawn to it. His yadonushi’s Suzuki-senpai stood just inside a pool of light, hood down and turning a hand-length glass sculpture over in his hands with a contemplative expression.
Bahariel seemed to stiffen, the point of his spear narrowly missing Maharet as he veered up and around to direct his attention to the older teen. “Akira, what do you think you’re doing?” The demon’s tone was harsher than his “normal” teasing drawl, the tomb robber noticed, and was that an edge of panic in his voice? Then again, was that smoke reeling off his body?
Suzuki looked up at the demons for a long moment. “I think…I think that I’m doing something I should’ve done a long time ago.” Then, despite Bahariel’s shrieks of rage and panic, he raised the glass above his head and brought it down hard to crack against the corner of the stone altar.
Bahariel dove for Suzuki, veered off course when Maharet slammed into the decaying demon’s side. He flung her back with one motion and a roared word that, while the tomb robber didn’t understand it, sent shivers down his spine. The larger demon dove again, catching Suzuki by the collar of his robe too late to prevent him from driving the glass on the rock once more and deepening the crack.
The youth choked and sputtered as Bahariel hauled him up off the ground, probably a good six, seven feet from the floor. “You miserable wretch!” the demon roared. “I have given you power, I have given you everything you could have asked for, and yet you have the gall to betray me? For that, mortal, you shall be punished.”
The tomb robber couldn’t hear what Suzuki replied to that, couldn’t see his lips to read what he said, but whatever it had been was enough to cause the demon’s face to twist in a snarl and literally throw Suzuki into a wall.
The glass was in Bahariel’s hand, the demon seeming to have forgotten about his fight with Maharet in lieu of its safety. If he’d had the energy, the tomb robber would’ve smirked from ear to ear at such a sloppy move. Especially when a blur of silver and black suddenly appeared from the window directly behind Bahariel and barreled into him hard enough that he was forced to double over in pain…and drop the glass. It shattered against the cement with an impact much larger than expected, loud enough to be heard over the fistfight and enough to draw the mundane combatants’ attention away from their own fight.
Bahariel screamed. Literally screamed. Then there was nothing but a sickening bubbling gurgle, the sucking sound of something piercing and impaling that decaying flesh, and Bahariel dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks with Maharet’s staff piercing through his chest.
She managed to glide down to the floor and shift back into Yuki’s own form before her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Not that the tomb robber could blame her, really, considering that he’d have collapsed with the sheer number of wounds she sported.
Now, to shove his yadonushi’s consciousness forward so he could get some entertainment value out of watching him squirm…
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-Senpai: Suffix used to address or identify one’s superior/older classmate. Also can be spelled “-sempai”.
Yadonushi: Landlord
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Author’s Notes:
Probably not the best work I’ve done, I know. I am not particularly wonderful with anything resembling battle scenes, but it was necessary. If anyone has any constructive criticism regarding this or suggestions as to how to improve that aspect of my writing, please let me know.
I should probably put this in, even though it’s not really enough to put in the disclaimers: I don’t own Mythbusters either. I have seen that episode, though. I couldn’t help it; it was like a train wreck the way that you want to look away but you just can’t. Great show, though. If you get a chance, it’s on the Discovery Channel if you want to check your local listings for times.
The last chapter should be up fairly soon (I hope!).
As always, reviews and/or constructive criticism are enjoyed but not necessary.
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
HolyLlama
Warnings: This story contains violence, strong language, and references to dark occultism. If you are at all uncomfortable with any of these, stop reading now!
Chapter 10
The instant that Maharet had seen Bahariel take on his demonic visage she’d muttered the ancient words of power that brought her war-staff into existence from the starlight filtering through a broken window. Granted, she didn’t hold her chances for survival in high regard. This was a higher ranked demon that she was about to take on after all, one much more suited to war than she. But he was directing his attention towards the boys now, and that was not at all acceptable. So with no preamble, no lengthy speeches as to how Maharet was going to send Bahariel back to hell for the greater good, the slender demoness dashed in and swung her staff as though she were playing a game of baseball. Bahariel’s head just happened to resemble the ball.Even she was surprised when the metal staff clipped hard against the back of his head. The sight of a large chunk of rotting flesh sloughing away from his scalp was something she would have been glad to forget about, however. It was…disgusting, to put it mildly, and that wasn‘t even the smell. Yuki had seen a show called Mythbusters during their time in the United States, an episode where they’d let two dead pigs sit and stew inside of a sealed car to see if it really was possible to get the “something died and rotted here” smell out of the upholstery. The experimenters had stumbled away from the car after it had been opened after something like two months, gagging at the smell even through gas masks. Maharet would have rather taken a deep whiff of the inside of that car than be standing close enough to inhale the odor of decay and what she thought might have been a touch of gangrene mixed with infection.
At least the blow seemed to get Bahariel’s attention, though, seeing as he turned back to Maharet with a wicked smile that tucked the corners of his mouth into open and weeping sores. “You think that will hurt me, little Fiend? And I was so sure that your House was supposed to be intelligent.”
“Shut up, Scourge.” Her staff swung in again, only to be blocked by a spear that had come from seemingly nowhere.
“Such a naughty girl. You do know where naughty girls go, don’t you?” The spear lifted, pushing Maharet back a few steps before it lashed out too quickly for her to block. She bit back a pained hiss, a hand instinctively moving to clasp the deep wound in her left shoulder as it began to bleed. “And you even made me wound this form of yours.”
“Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not getting off on this, Bahariel!”
“You know me too well, my dear.”
She swung wildly. “I’m not…your dear…anything!” All three missed, earning her nothing more than a dark chuckle and a wound to the side when she left herself open after the last swing of her staff.
Just a little longer…just until the boys are out of here and safe…
*************************
The tomb robber cursed, loudly and very inventively. He knew he’d expended too much energy in that throw (thank the gods that it had been true, though), but that didn’t mean he had to like being tossed over Yami’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the four boys were making a break for the door. Yami was with him in tow, at least. Jonouchi and Honda were covering their exit with typical brute force. Not that the tomb robber particularly minded, of course, especially when that brute force was aimed at discouraging the three cultists from following.
He could see Maharet’s fight with Bahariel from his vantage point, the skirmish having taken to air moments ago. Fucking amazing to watch, not counting in the fact that she was getting her ass kicked. The trick with the clones was pretty nice, though.
There was movement from the back of the warehouse and the tomb robber’s eye was immediately drawn to it. His yadonushi’s Suzuki-senpai stood just inside a pool of light, hood down and turning a hand-length glass sculpture over in his hands with a contemplative expression.
Bahariel seemed to stiffen, the point of his spear narrowly missing Maharet as he veered up and around to direct his attention to the older teen. “Akira, what do you think you’re doing?” The demon’s tone was harsher than his “normal” teasing drawl, the tomb robber noticed, and was that an edge of panic in his voice? Then again, was that smoke reeling off his body?
Suzuki looked up at the demons for a long moment. “I think…I think that I’m doing something I should’ve done a long time ago.” Then, despite Bahariel’s shrieks of rage and panic, he raised the glass above his head and brought it down hard to crack against the corner of the stone altar.
Bahariel dove for Suzuki, veered off course when Maharet slammed into the decaying demon’s side. He flung her back with one motion and a roared word that, while the tomb robber didn’t understand it, sent shivers down his spine. The larger demon dove again, catching Suzuki by the collar of his robe too late to prevent him from driving the glass on the rock once more and deepening the crack.
The youth choked and sputtered as Bahariel hauled him up off the ground, probably a good six, seven feet from the floor. “You miserable wretch!” the demon roared. “I have given you power, I have given you everything you could have asked for, and yet you have the gall to betray me? For that, mortal, you shall be punished.”
The tomb robber couldn’t hear what Suzuki replied to that, couldn’t see his lips to read what he said, but whatever it had been was enough to cause the demon’s face to twist in a snarl and literally throw Suzuki into a wall.
The glass was in Bahariel’s hand, the demon seeming to have forgotten about his fight with Maharet in lieu of its safety. If he’d had the energy, the tomb robber would’ve smirked from ear to ear at such a sloppy move. Especially when a blur of silver and black suddenly appeared from the window directly behind Bahariel and barreled into him hard enough that he was forced to double over in pain…and drop the glass. It shattered against the cement with an impact much larger than expected, loud enough to be heard over the fistfight and enough to draw the mundane combatants’ attention away from their own fight.
Bahariel screamed. Literally screamed. Then there was nothing but a sickening bubbling gurgle, the sucking sound of something piercing and impaling that decaying flesh, and Bahariel dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks with Maharet’s staff piercing through his chest.
She managed to glide down to the floor and shift back into Yuki’s own form before her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Not that the tomb robber could blame her, really, considering that he’d have collapsed with the sheer number of wounds she sported.
Now, to shove his yadonushi’s consciousness forward so he could get some entertainment value out of watching him squirm…
**************************************************** ********************
-Senpai: Suffix used to address or identify one’s superior/older classmate. Also can be spelled “-sempai”.
Yadonushi: Landlord
****************************************************** ******************
Author’s Notes:
Probably not the best work I’ve done, I know. I am not particularly wonderful with anything resembling battle scenes, but it was necessary. If anyone has any constructive criticism regarding this or suggestions as to how to improve that aspect of my writing, please let me know.
I should probably put this in, even though it’s not really enough to put in the disclaimers: I don’t own Mythbusters either. I have seen that episode, though. I couldn’t help it; it was like a train wreck the way that you want to look away but you just can’t. Great show, though. If you get a chance, it’s on the Discovery Channel if you want to check your local listings for times.
The last chapter should be up fairly soon (I hope!).
As always, reviews and/or constructive criticism are enjoyed but not necessary.
Arigato gozaimasu, minna!
HolyLlama