Fan Fiction ❯ Trancending Death ❯ To be a Pawn ( Chapter 32 )
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By: Soulless Wanderer 
A plan of attack, changed to a plan of rescue. But what happens when the other person doesn't want to be rescued?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
A plan of attack, changed to a plan of rescue. But what happens when the other person doesn't want to be rescued?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
Baou looked over at Rire to see if he too was feeling the effects of Alex’s newfound powerful aura. He was glad to see that Rire was still able to stand, but he could see that Rire had become increasing paler the nearer they drew to Alex. Even now Rire was staring at Alex with such intensity, that Baou wondered what was going on inside his head.
Rire’s face was one of grim determination as he stared at Alex. Whereas Baou could physically feel Alex’s demonic aura, Rire could not only sense Alex’s increase in aura, he could also see it. It was because he could see it, that he suddenly became wary of their plan to try and talk to Alex.
This can’t be right. There’s no way, but at the same time, it’s exactly the same, Rire thought as he stared at Alex. A dark purple aura was being emitted from Alex. The aura surrounded him, it literally pulsated off of his very being with every breath he took. Alex’s normal aura is a dark red, blood red, one fitting for a man who claimed to be a Devil. The aura that he is emitting however, is the same that had surrounded Baou and his companions. This is not Alex’s aura, I know that because I can see his own aura being trapped within his body. That means that the aura that is surrounding him, the aura that is fueling his power right now, came from the same beast that had used his aura to manipulate the others. Alex is so blinded by this aura, that his eyes are literally gray. In this form, he should have blue eyes. Now, however, it is as if he truly is blind. I had naturally assumed that Alex was the one who had done this. If he too is being manipulated, then who is it? Who could have enough demonic energy to actually manipulate the Demon Lord? The only way to find out is if can purify the presence around Alex. That said, things just went from bad to worse.
Rire looked over at Baou, who he realized had been observing his actions. “Baou, do you remember how I purified the essence that had taken hold of you and your friends?”
Baou’s mind instantly recalled the scene.
If you want, I can rid you of the demonic aura that has over come you, Rire offered.
Baou was hesitant at first, but if Rire could get rid of this overbearing sense of fear, he’d be glad to let him. “What do you plan to do?”
“I plan on purifying the demonic essence.”
“You can do that? How can you tell there is another demonic aura other than mine?”
“Only those of extremely high caliber in magic, have the eyes that are able to see the different auras. I can see your’s, Scriar’s, and Yaza’s. I can also see another aura that has completely consumed you. Now, if you want to be rid of it, stand still.”
Even as he said this, Rire began casting a spell. His right hand began glowing with a blue flame. Baou thought about Rire’s offer as he stared at Rire’s hand.. He doubted that Rire would try to kill him, but still, the prospect of allowing him to do God knows what with the blue flame was not one that he looked forward to. Finally he gave in, knowing that he couldn’t live with the feeling of dread for the rest of his life. He nodded and stepped forward towards Rire. “If I die from this....”
“Quit being such a baby. I’m not going to kill you...yet,” Rire stated with a smirk. Baou registered his use of the word “yet”, but before he could do anything Rire hit him hard in the chest with his pointed and middle finger. “What the Hell?”
Rire’s face was etched in concentration as he hit Baou in the chest four more times. Baou watched in fascination as the five glowing marks on his chest formed together and in the end, formed a pentagram. Rire’s fist was still glowing with the blue flame, and as soon as the pentagram was finished, he hit Baou in the middle of the pentagram with his open palm. Baou felt a shockwave course through his body, but the moment it had passed he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He looked up at Rire gratefully.
“So that’s the power of magic, huh?”
“No, that is the curse of being branded by a Devil,” Rire replied noting the fading pentagram on Baou’s chest.
“Yeah, I remember. Why do you ask?” Baou inquired. Now his eyes were fixed on Alex, who for some reason, had yet said anything. He stood as still as a statue, but Baou could tell that any moment Alex was liable to lash out at them.
“Because I think I’m going to have to use it on him. If so, I’ll need you to help distract him so I can use it,” Rire stated.
Baou was surprised by what Rire had just told him. “Wait, but you used that to rid us of the demonic aura, his demonic aura! So why are you going to use it on him?”
“Because he too is surrounded by the same demonic essence as you were. Can’t you feel it? The pain, the fear, the suffering, all of that is being emitted from the demonic power that has consumed him. We’re lucky however, that Alex is not someone to be taken lightly. We still stand a chance, because even now, even though he doesn’t know it, he is still fighting for control.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because, if he allowed the dark aura to fully consume him, we’d already be dead.”
The finality in Rire’s words caused Baou to seriously reconsider what was about to happen. “Who could be strong enough to have enough power to control him? I don’t doubt that he could control me, he’s the Demon Lord, but no one has enough power to control him! Alex isn’t one who bends to others will, much less allow himself to be used as a pawn, so what makes you think someone could control him?”
“Because, I can see both his aura and the other demon’s aura. The other demon’s aura is immense, it over shadow’s Alex’s power, but that is only because Alex is containing his own. The little bit of Alex’s power that he is actually allowing himself to use, is lashing out against the other energy. He too is being controlled by whoever controlled you. Until we free him from this control, I doubt talking to him would be of much use.”
Alex had stood staring at two people he had once considered friends. He didn’t sense any desire to fight within them, but still he knew that they were threats. He knew that they were going to try and stop him. He had been contemplating what he should do. Whether or not he should fight them was a thought that plagued his mind. They were his friends after all, and he didn’t want any harm to come to them. Yet he couldn’t dismiss the fact that Baou had betrayed him and because of that, he now had the eastern realm forces to deal with. His ears picked up when he heard them discussing removing another demonic aura from him. He heard Rire and Baou both say that he was being controlled by someone. This thought struck a nerve with Alex, one that forced him to lose his composure momentarily.
“So, you too think I am being controlled by someone? Don’t you know, I am the Demon Lord? I will be controlled by no one,” Alex declared with rage.
Rire gave Baou a look as to say I told you so. He then turned his attention back to Alex. “Who else told you that you had another essence surrounding you?”
“None of your damn business! An arrogant fool who should know that I can’t be controlled.”
“You were controlled once before if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t that how you came to serve under Silva when he was the Lord of the south?”
“That was different! I know who I am and I know what I am doing.”
“You thought you knew who you were then too. In fact, you were also steadfast in your convictions then as well. Unable to listen to reason. Speaking of which, just who are you now? Are you Alex, or are you Razriel?”
Alex took into consideration what Rire was trying to say. For an instant he almost agreed with him, but then the fact that both him and Baou were here to stop him, caused him to instantly disregard anything Rire had said. Both of them had betrayed him. They were no friends of his.
“I am neither Alex nor Razriel. Not a Lord, not yet a Devil. If I am anything, I am a monster,” Alex said coldly. “A monster that knows when those he once considered friends, betray his trust. A monster that does not tolerate betrayal.”
Author's Note: Sorry for the long lag in updates, but seeing as how I only have one or two readers...well...I hope you two enjoy this anyway : ). Please review and let me know what you think!
Rire’s face was one of grim determination as he stared at Alex. Whereas Baou could physically feel Alex’s demonic aura, Rire could not only sense Alex’s increase in aura, he could also see it. It was because he could see it, that he suddenly became wary of their plan to try and talk to Alex.
This can’t be right. There’s no way, but at the same time, it’s exactly the same, Rire thought as he stared at Alex. A dark purple aura was being emitted from Alex. The aura surrounded him, it literally pulsated off of his very being with every breath he took. Alex’s normal aura is a dark red, blood red, one fitting for a man who claimed to be a Devil. The aura that he is emitting however, is the same that had surrounded Baou and his companions. This is not Alex’s aura, I know that because I can see his own aura being trapped within his body. That means that the aura that is surrounding him, the aura that is fueling his power right now, came from the same beast that had used his aura to manipulate the others. Alex is so blinded by this aura, that his eyes are literally gray. In this form, he should have blue eyes. Now, however, it is as if he truly is blind. I had naturally assumed that Alex was the one who had done this. If he too is being manipulated, then who is it? Who could have enough demonic energy to actually manipulate the Demon Lord? The only way to find out is if can purify the presence around Alex. That said, things just went from bad to worse.
Rire looked over at Baou, who he realized had been observing his actions. “Baou, do you remember how I purified the essence that had taken hold of you and your friends?”
Baou’s mind instantly recalled the scene.
If you want, I can rid you of the demonic aura that has over come you, Rire offered.
Baou was hesitant at first, but if Rire could get rid of this overbearing sense of fear, he’d be glad to let him. “What do you plan to do?”
“I plan on purifying the demonic essence.”
“You can do that? How can you tell there is another demonic aura other than mine?”
“Only those of extremely high caliber in magic, have the eyes that are able to see the different auras. I can see your’s, Scriar’s, and Yaza’s. I can also see another aura that has completely consumed you. Now, if you want to be rid of it, stand still.”
Even as he said this, Rire began casting a spell. His right hand began glowing with a blue flame. Baou thought about Rire’s offer as he stared at Rire’s hand.. He doubted that Rire would try to kill him, but still, the prospect of allowing him to do God knows what with the blue flame was not one that he looked forward to. Finally he gave in, knowing that he couldn’t live with the feeling of dread for the rest of his life. He nodded and stepped forward towards Rire. “If I die from this....”
“Quit being such a baby. I’m not going to kill you...yet,” Rire stated with a smirk. Baou registered his use of the word “yet”, but before he could do anything Rire hit him hard in the chest with his pointed and middle finger. “What the Hell?”
Rire’s face was etched in concentration as he hit Baou in the chest four more times. Baou watched in fascination as the five glowing marks on his chest formed together and in the end, formed a pentagram. Rire’s fist was still glowing with the blue flame, and as soon as the pentagram was finished, he hit Baou in the middle of the pentagram with his open palm. Baou felt a shockwave course through his body, but the moment it had passed he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He looked up at Rire gratefully.
“So that’s the power of magic, huh?”
“No, that is the curse of being branded by a Devil,” Rire replied noting the fading pentagram on Baou’s chest.
“Yeah, I remember. Why do you ask?” Baou inquired. Now his eyes were fixed on Alex, who for some reason, had yet said anything. He stood as still as a statue, but Baou could tell that any moment Alex was liable to lash out at them.
“Because I think I’m going to have to use it on him. If so, I’ll need you to help distract him so I can use it,” Rire stated.
Baou was surprised by what Rire had just told him. “Wait, but you used that to rid us of the demonic aura, his demonic aura! So why are you going to use it on him?”
“Because he too is surrounded by the same demonic essence as you were. Can’t you feel it? The pain, the fear, the suffering, all of that is being emitted from the demonic power that has consumed him. We’re lucky however, that Alex is not someone to be taken lightly. We still stand a chance, because even now, even though he doesn’t know it, he is still fighting for control.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because, if he allowed the dark aura to fully consume him, we’d already be dead.”
The finality in Rire’s words caused Baou to seriously reconsider what was about to happen. “Who could be strong enough to have enough power to control him? I don’t doubt that he could control me, he’s the Demon Lord, but no one has enough power to control him! Alex isn’t one who bends to others will, much less allow himself to be used as a pawn, so what makes you think someone could control him?”
“Because, I can see both his aura and the other demon’s aura. The other demon’s aura is immense, it over shadow’s Alex’s power, but that is only because Alex is containing his own. The little bit of Alex’s power that he is actually allowing himself to use, is lashing out against the other energy. He too is being controlled by whoever controlled you. Until we free him from this control, I doubt talking to him would be of much use.”
Alex had stood staring at two people he had once considered friends. He didn’t sense any desire to fight within them, but still he knew that they were threats. He knew that they were going to try and stop him. He had been contemplating what he should do. Whether or not he should fight them was a thought that plagued his mind. They were his friends after all, and he didn’t want any harm to come to them. Yet he couldn’t dismiss the fact that Baou had betrayed him and because of that, he now had the eastern realm forces to deal with. His ears picked up when he heard them discussing removing another demonic aura from him. He heard Rire and Baou both say that he was being controlled by someone. This thought struck a nerve with Alex, one that forced him to lose his composure momentarily.
“So, you too think I am being controlled by someone? Don’t you know, I am the Demon Lord? I will be controlled by no one,” Alex declared with rage.
Rire gave Baou a look as to say I told you so. He then turned his attention back to Alex. “Who else told you that you had another essence surrounding you?”
“None of your damn business! An arrogant fool who should know that I can’t be controlled.”
“You were controlled once before if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t that how you came to serve under Silva when he was the Lord of the south?”
“That was different! I know who I am and I know what I am doing.”
“You thought you knew who you were then too. In fact, you were also steadfast in your convictions then as well. Unable to listen to reason. Speaking of which, just who are you now? Are you Alex, or are you Razriel?”
Alex took into consideration what Rire was trying to say. For an instant he almost agreed with him, but then the fact that both him and Baou were here to stop him, caused him to instantly disregard anything Rire had said. Both of them had betrayed him. They were no friends of his.
“I am neither Alex nor Razriel. Not a Lord, not yet a Devil. If I am anything, I am a monster,” Alex said coldly. “A monster that knows when those he once considered friends, betray his trust. A monster that does not tolerate betrayal.”
Author's Note: Sorry for the long lag in updates, but seeing as how I only have one or two readers...well...I hope you two enjoy this anyway : ). Please review and let me know what you think!