InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Go To Hell ❯ Of the Damned and the Doomed ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: Character development.. I'm going to dreadfully love writing this fanfic from this chapter on. Finally Milliardo will become more powerful and meet his allies

Summary: Milliardo is, quite literally, smacked in the face with destiny and whether he should protect Earth or give up his soul for his own paradise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.. Since the series is still ongoing and I have not read that manga.. I'm sure some characters and stuff are missing.. But the important bits are all here and they rightfully belong to Masashi Kishimoto- the lucky bastard :D



Of the Damned and the Doomed



"Of the one nail stuck out at a particular angle in all of Aizen's land, we had to ride over it!" Treize cursed. He kicked the blown tire, muttering something about glue and rubber sheets that he didn't have.

"It was a raggedy piece of shit in the first place. No wonder sliding around the whole damn place destroyed the engine," Wufei added helpfully. The Chinese boy watched the gathering Pieces, who had slowly formed a circle around them. They swung to and fro in their personal spaces, brushing against each other's flesh, the gentle rains of it making piles at the edge of their shape.

"Are we out of Aizen's land?" Milliardo asked.

"No," the demon responded curtly, "and we can't do a damn spell because he would sense it. Then all of his buddies would come and beat us to the ground."

"Why didn't he attack you when you were there?"

"Because my skill level is a bit higher than his."

"But you don't have any magic left."

"He didn't know that."

"Oh."

A silence between them shattered as the Pieces started to rustle forward, sensing the vulnerability of the intruders; rotten, slack jaws began to chatter, at the speed of tractor blades. The limbs were slower, but they were still surrounded.

"Master Treize, the Pieces-"

"I know. Do you think I'm fucking blind?" His frowning brows gave him a foreboding look; two decisions seemed to plague him and neither were comfortable choices. "Milliardo, do the flame spell."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said! Who in the hell do you think I am?! It's either magic or fighting through the damn things until we collapse and where would that lead us?!" Treize yelled, then kicked the car again.

With no more word of dissension, Milliardo began the spell:

""Satan grant me this wish.
Fire Demon Lord of Death
Burn, Incinerate that I hate."

Unlike the zombies at the cabin before, the Pieces died squealing and screaming, squirming and jerking, and bubbling into round wriggling flesh. The blonde slave said the spell again and another wave of mush and mash surrounded them. After that, the other demon-like beings unconciously avoided their own's remains.They decided best to stay away from that direction and definitely its center point.

And so Milliardo and they waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It was a good hour or so of waiting, Treize leaning on the car, his slaves sitting in the back, before the demon master said, "I don't think Aizen's coming," with no small hint of surprise.

"Maybe my magic wasn't strong enough for him to sense it."

"The reason I didn't want magic was because you would have to use it. I guess... It's good that I couldn't sense your spell; now, I'm sure, Aizen won't be able to sense it.

"I have no idea how, but, whatever, use the Reversi spell."

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Not only was the car back to its pristine, though ancient look, but Treize told Milliardo another sort of charm, causing a Pieces wandering too close to become their chauffeur. The master then joined the boys in the back, hung up his coat and shirts over the windows and the space leading to the driver's and passenger seats. Another spell, and silence added to the darkness.

Shuffles and gasps floated around the room; Milliardo consciously felt a paranoid sense of fear and excitement. There was only Treize and Wufei with him, so there was no reason to be afraid. A sudden onslaught of pleasure struck down his spine and his organ began to range between his legs, making him very aware that he was still naked. Clutching his knees kept his hands away from his erection. One little touch would make him burst, and there was nothing worse than coming before Treize told him to come.

"Do you feel me, Milliardo?"

At first, he thought he was again transported to another dimension with someone he didn't know from a hole in the wall. That deep sense of dread as with Aizen and Dorothy. He.. He couldn't feel anymore. That wasn't entirely true- It was that he couldn't feel Treize anymore, much less Wufei. Their combined spiritual presence residing in his soul was gone. Only feeling left was fear.

And he was looking forward to some real comfortable sex, too.

The darkness shimmered around a character, the distance showing him that he was no longer in the car, but that black mass held him in place in an unknown realm.

"Do you feel me, Milliardo?" came a voice, Treize's voice, but it wasn't his voice.

"No, I don't feel you, whoever you are."

The copied voice laughed, a scratchy, unearthly laugh completely unlike his master's, which, in a way, was kinder. "Why, don't you see that I'm Treize?"

"I can't see you at all."

The copy came forward, a man with exactly the face and brow of Treize, yet, just looking at him made Milliardo's insides crawl. Fear spread its cold fingers around his neck, giving the clone too long of a glare was close to suffocation.

"Aren't I Treize?"

"No, you're not."

A thousands hands rose from behind the imitated horns and struck with a blow alone more powerful than Aizen's strength. Sharp bells rung in his ears and every orifice leaked, flowing off to one side of his face and pooling on the invisible floor as he was crushed to the side.

"I'm going to kill you."

"What do you want?"

"Your soul, but I have a feeling you're not going to give it to me willingly."

The fear inside him exploded. He knew who this man was. His every form was different with every visit, a death followed his wake, because his replies were always the same. He will never give away his soul. Before, Milliardo had nothing to live for, especially his own life, and pain was no obstacle. But.. he has become attached to the strange new people around him in this short amount of time. The destined Half anticipated his moment of foreordained closure, his decision, his fight for the prophesized Apocalypse. He had people to die for, the world to live for.

He wondered if Satan knew all this.

"No."

A wide fiery grin streched the bones of the false face. "If I killed Treize-"

"Don't..."

"If I killed all-"

"Stop it..."

"If I left you all alone!" Satan screamed, grabbing his useless awestruck body, "Would you reconsider?!" He shook his body like a rag doll before throwing him down, but he was too numb to feel anything. Except the fear. Always the fear.

"It's such a simple, simple spell. Just say, The Lord Satan, I surrender my soul to you, my God, Satan. Poetic isn't it?!"

He no longer looked like Treize, the giddiness of coming so close to his eternity-long goal deformed to his state after he was cast out of heaven. He would have been beautiful if his mouth wasn't so wide and blowing smoke, eyes bloodshot and bulging, and pointed horns unfurling and curling. A shapeshifting demon. The most feared demon of Hell.

"Finally, I've broken through to your heart. Now, say it."

Milliardo knew he was crying; Satan's face blurred together.

"Don't worry. Like I promised before, I'll send you to a reality beyond even Heaven's clouds, beyond God's power! Just.. say that I.. I Lucifer am your God, surrender your soul to me!"

Maybe... Maybe it will all turn out well...

"The L-Lord..."

"Yes!" Satan cried impatiently, shaking his fists excitedly.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.."

"No, you little shit, that's not it, say I am your God, I am your God!"

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures." The peace he felt was imperturbable, that the tears of hope loss changed to that of unfound joy.

"You just found faith in that god of yours? You think it will make a difference? God doesn't love you! You're only using him!"

"He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul." He kept on; he felt no pain; he knew that this decision, whatever the outcome, whatever what deaths and sorrows lie before him, was the one that will give him most happiness.

Satan cried out, his darkness became light, his threats emptied.

Soon, as Milliardo began to repeat his favorite prayer, Treize's voice came through the darkness, and the boy stopped.

"You were bluffing," he said, shocked for a moment. "You would kill Treize...But you can't..."

"SO FUCKING CLOSE!" was the last thing the demon king said before his darkness and evil vanished completely.

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Again, Milliardo opened his eyes to an unknown face which held a blue shape on its forhead. As the grips of sleep resided, he saw that the face belonged to a beautiful blonde woman with a delightfully round face and red lips, two small ponytails resting on her shoulders. Bountiful breasts slightly jaunted from the layers of robe she wore. Painted fingernails shook in a wave and he followed those fingernails.

"Hi!" she called, but the boy was too surprised to answer her.

"Milliardo?" Treize came from the other side of the bed- which he was apparently lying on- and pressed close to his face. "I thought I really lost you that time. Tsunade was doing all she could to keep your soul from disappearing."

An animal-like squeal sounded from his toes; at the foot of the bed, he saw a pig, a tiny little thing with a vest and a ring of beads around its neck. A raven-haired woman scooped him in his arms and politely passed a greeting. Wufei was standing next to her, holding a tray of greenish tea.

Treize angled the bed so that he was almost in a sitting position, and cups of tea passed around the group. They all looked very tired, as if they, too, had been fighting off the devil himself in a dreamed illusion. The tea whoever prepared tasted bittersweet, giving him free-floating energy. He felt alive again, realizing how long he had been without good food and drink- a good long while.

"What do you mean,"-his voice was husky-"by keeping my soul from disappearing?"

Tsunade, cheeks blossoming, evidence that she obviously wasn't drinking tea, answered, "Whoever stole you to another world was breaking your soul apart. If I wasn't there to piece it together, God only knows what would of happened." She grinned a bit at the phrase and reached for the long clay bottle next to the kettle of tea. She drunk it straight from the neck.

"Tsunade, Shizune, the lady with the pig, and the whole damn tribe are groups of skilled ninjas from Japan. They use human energy magic just as witches and wizards from the western hemisphere, but their godly protectors give them a wee bit more power than America, who are usually protected individually by guardian angels," came Treize's lengthy explanation.

"So she's stronger than you?"

Tsunade and Treize laughed. "In some ways, like right now, without my demon magic and with her strength, she could definitely kill me. But since her badass friend and Satan are working together, so are we."

Milliardo thought for a moment. "Nataku?"

"No, no, that man's some enemy from some lady or other..."

"Kikyo.. And Inuyasha and the rest..."

"Yes. He's talking about this man named Orochimaru and another.. We're not completely sure if they are enemies or not, but they certainly want your power Milliardo ap Gabriel- that means you are from Gabriel." She took a swig of her drink. "Was it Orochimaru who attacked you?"

"No-"

"Do you know what he looks like?"

"Actually... I don't know what any of my enemies really look like.. except Dorothy, but I don't think she counts."

Tsunade gritted her teeth before glaring at Treize, who blinked semi-innocently. "Have you prepared him at all?"

"I've been trying to make him an ideal pet and fuck him, but certain enemies keep getting in the way."

"He is pretty one, ain't he?"

"Level-headed, too. I thought he and Wufei would make a great couple."

"Oh, but aren't they still so young for you."

"What does age matter? Surely, there is no one old enough who would think to be attracted to your beauty."

"That's a cold hit, Treize. How could you say that?"

"ANYWAYS!" Wufei exploded. Treize and Tsunade stared a bit at him, then back at each other, grinning at their divergence in the conversation. "Back to the important matters. Who the hell attacked you, Milliardo?"

"Satan."

They said nothing for a moment before Shizune asked, with the pig grunting, "What did he ask for?"

"Like always, he asked for my soul. He said...He said that he will kill everyone if I don't give him my soul... but.. I said the twenty-third Psalm.. and he went away." It scared him to even talk about it, and a soft hand patted his shoulder. He looked into Tsunade's eyes. "I'm fine."

"He went away with just a Psalm? I was told by this idiot here that you are hardly religious."

"I also told you that his spells are surprisingly strong."

"I was never really told about God before... and now that I know.. I guess it's best for me to believe in him now. If I put faith in Him and everyone else who is trying to help me, then I believe it will be all right."

"It would be even better if you just killed yourself already," Wufei spat. The big-cheeked pig squealed at his rudeness.

Treize made a broken smile. "He's just angry that he will have to share me."

The blonde blinked slowly. "Is it true?"

Tsunade said something in Japanese, something like 'nani', before correcting herself. "What?"

"Is it true that it will be better if I just killed myself. What will happen to my soul?"

The woman said something else in her native language and sighed. "Like all souls from Shells, it will be transferred to Soul Society. There, they, as said in the Book of Knowledge, will have to split your soul into a thousand pieces so that the demonic and angelic powers are separated and cannot be used to open the Gates. I'm not sure what would happen to you after that."

"However," Treize interrupted, and Tsunade pouted, "the Apocalypse would again be put on pause."

Wufei blinked. "Again?"

"Yes, and maybe it will take another five hundred or so years for another angel and demon to copulate, and by then another horde of enemies will arise to take the destined Half and use them for their own twisted purposes. If I'm not mistaken, in the last great battle, your people were not affiliated."

"Nope, but since the last guy killed himself so that he wouldn't have to fight, more and more people think they are powerful enough to get on Satan's good side and have a piece of the cake."

"Then, I will fight," Milliardo decided abruptly, surprising the three adults. "I'm sorry Wufei that you can't live peacefully -somewhat- with Treize, but I think that I shouldn't put to waste what so many people are working hard to protect, only to push aside the inevitable. And even if I can't defeat him now, I think it's best to at least break down his support as much as possible.

"I believe that is what God would want me to do."