InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Shocking Events ( Chapter 46 )

Chapter Forty-Six:

Shocking Events

Sarinji ducked as Sesshomaru's sword took a swipe at his head. Sesshomaru retreated, his eyes locked on Sarinji. Kagome stood rooted to the spot. This could not be happening. Sesshomaru stood as still as a rock, his crimson eyes flashing with pure rage. She could feel his energy snapping at her own. For the first time she had met him, she was actually scared. Not for herself, but for Sarinji. She didn't think Sesshomaru was in the talking mood.

Gods why hadn't he listened to her?

He knew what type of male Sesshomaru was. He had known him longer than Kagome did and even she knew that the path Sarinji traveled would eventually see him dead. The sound of another sword being drawn broke her thoughts. She looked over at Sarinji just as he too pulled his own sword from its sheath.

Kagome stood between the two.

"Sesshomaru, please don't-"

"Move, Kagome, this does not involve you," Sesshomaru said.

"There is no need for this!"

"Do not interfere,"

Kagome began to panic. Sesshomaru was definitely not in the listening mood. The air was charged with hostile energy from both Sesshomaru and Sarinji. It was chocking, suffocating. She turned to Sarinji.

"Please, you have to stop this!" she said.

Sarinji said nothing, his eyes locked on Sesshomaru.

"You will not interfere woman. He has been warned numerous times. There will be no more warnings. You will keep your promise made to this Sesshomaru and not interfere,"

Kagome cursed her self. Why the hell had she ever made that damned promise? Could she keep her promise? Or was this one time that it was okay to break a promise. Lord help her she had no idea. All she knew was that she could not let these two kill each other. As Sesshomaru went on the attack once more, it looked like she wouldn't have a say either way.

Their swords clashed loudly, jarring her from her internal debate. The two separated only to clash again and again. Kagome stood indecisively, her brown eyes wide in horror. Sesshomaru retreated again, swinging his sword in a downward motion, sending a burst of energy snaking along the ground, upturning the healthy manicured grass.

Kagome took cover a few feet away.

Sarinji jumped, taking to the sky. Sesshomaru took off after him, landing a fist to the face, sending him hurtling down back to earth. Flipping in mid air, he landed on his feet, barely able to block as Sesshomaru went on the attack.

Bringing up his sword defensively, he could do naught but hold off the attack as Sesshomaru struck out over and over, each swing more brutal and more blood thirsty than the last. Catching his sword on Sesshomaru's, he pushed him back forcefully, and leapt backwards to regroup.

The two stared each other down, their eyes locked in heated anger.

In a burst of energy the two clashed, their movements too fast for her to track. When the two separated again, the scent of blood reached her sensitive nose.

The sleeve of Sarinji's kimono ripped, blood seeping from the opening. Sarinji reached up, gripping his arm. Sesshomaru lifted his sword, ready to go on the offense. Rolling onto the heel of his feet, he shot forward, sword gleaming. Forcing energy into the wound, he crystallized the oozing blood.

Sesshomaru closed in.

Sarinji ripped his hand from his arm in a burst of energy, sending energy charged disk of blood at him. Sesshomaru stopped. Using his sword he deflected most of the shards of blood, seemingly unfazed by the few that ripped at his clothing and skin.

Lifting his sword, Sarinji went on the attack this time.

Raising his own sword in defense, Sesshomaru blocked the furious attacks. The loud clangs of metal hitting metal echoed in her ears. With a vicious thrust, Sarinji knocked away Sesshomaru's sword. Kagome gasped as the deadly blade flipped end over end in the air, embedding itself in the ground a few feet away. Kagome's heart clenched as Sarinji brought the sword down towards him. Sesshomaru grasped the blade in his hand, blood dripped down his forearm and onto the green grass. With his other hand, he struck out, sending him flying. Sarinji stumbled, barely making it onto his feet.

Sesshomaru tossed the sword away and approached.

Eyes bleeding red, Sarinji growled viciously as the marks on his face turned jagged and sharp.

"I've had enough of you pup!" he growled.

Before Sesshomaru could reach him, he attacked, fangs bared.

Having seen more than enough, Kagome ran for the castle. If she couldn't stop them she had to find someone who could. She ran as fast as possible back into the castle. A couple of soldiers stopped to turn and look at her. They were the guards posted this morning. One approached her.

"My Lady, where have you been?" he asked.

"Not now. Where is General Ensei?" she asked anxiously.

"My Lady is something wrong-"

"Please, I'll explain later, just tell me where General Ensei is,"

"He was in the library,"

"Thank you," Kagome said, taking off once more.

The soldiers followed. Kagome barely spared them a thought. Heading towards the library, she easily picked up his trail mingled with Kagura's. She found the couple speaking quietly with each other.

The soldiers filed in after her.

"General Ensei! You have to come quick!" she exclaimed.

Ensei was up and on his feet in an instant.

"What's wrong my Lady?"

Kagura stood as well.

"Lord Sarinji and Sesshomaru are trying to kill each other!" she said in a rush.

A chill ran up Ensei's spine. He had known this was going to happen, had prayed he would be wrong.

"Dammit Sarinji," he muttered under his breath, "Where are they?"

Kagome wasted no time. Turning, she ran back outside, Ensei, Kagura, and the soldiers following behind. They came upon the two seconds later and were shocked at what they saw. The yard looked like a battle field. Trees were broken, the grass turned up, the earth singed by the force of their attacks, looking at the two, they had made it just in time. Sarinji lay on the ground, the tip of Sesshomaru's sword pressed against his jugular. His clothing was singled and butchered, blood oozing from multiple lacerations. He didn't seem to be seriously injured except for a gaping whole in his abdomen. There was barely a scratch on Sesshomaru.

"You were warned to keep your distance from this Sesshomaru's mate. Death shall be your punishment. Surrender and you shall be granted a merciful death,"

Sarinji bared his fangs in blatant refusal. He'd be damned if he surrendered. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed into slits.

"So be it," he said raising his sword.

Lifting his sword, he swung hard at the neck, severing the head from the shoulders. Kagome gasped, completely shocked. No one moved, no one breathed. Ensei felt his heart constrict. His eyes disbelieving.

What had Sesshomaru done?

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Walking along the dirt road, Ehvil looked around at the sad state of the land. The grass was dark brown and dying, the sky thick with smog and choking smoke that dimmed the very sun in the sky. He had never been here before. It was a sight to see. Everything looked so gloomy and dead, it was the perfect place to live, at least to him. He could see why this place appealed to Tonsai. Ehvil himself had never done business with the dark sword smith, but from what he'd heard Tonsai was an excellent sword smith who dabbled in the dark arts. Combining dark spells with swords, it was said he could forge swords that could open a direct portal to hell.

It was that rumor that brought Ehvil here to seek out the Darklands. The Darklands was an underground city located deep below the earth. It was built centuries ago by an unknown group of corrupt demons. The underground city had once been used as a city of torture. Many experiments, sacrifices, murders, rapes, all had occurred below ground. But after years and years of dark deeds, the ruling Lords of Japan had banded together to form a course of action against the inhabitants of the Darklands.

Springing a surprise attack one fateful night, thousands of soldiers swarmed the underground city, killing all that lived in its dark depths.

The city had then been sealed off, supposedly forever. However, six decades ago, the city had been unsealed and was once more in use again. Though the city had not yet become as it had in the past, there were definitely evil doings beneath the ground. Rumor had it that Tonsai lived in the Darklands.

Upon hearing the rumor, Vishious had sent him out to command the toad demon to commission him a sword. With Ahgony, Ensanity, Mahdness and Khaos dead, and the amulets they guarded recovered by the enemy, it was long pass time to start working on a plan to obtain what Vishious had set out to acquire.

Kagome and Japan.

Having those four dead, however, had turned out to be more of an advantage than a disadvantage. They would never again walk the earth alive, that much was true, but that didn't mean they could not still be used.

Vishious was well aware of the danger headed their way. Once Sesshomaru collected all the amulets, their greatest worry would once more be released upon the earth. If that happened before they were ready, Vishious and himself would end up dead.

They could take no chances.

Stopping he looked around.

'Where in the hell was this place?' he wondered as he walked into a decaying forest.

This was the place, was it not? Vishious had told him that if he went past the forest he had gone too far, and that once he entered the forest the entrance would be revealed. He looked around again. There was no entrance that he could see. Just as he was about to contact Vishious, a slight rippling of energy stopped him.

"What do you seek?" a voice asked.

Instantly alert, Ehvil looked around for the source of that voice. Seeing no one, he asked,

"Who wants to know?"

"What do you seek?" the voice asked again.

Again he looked around for the source. Nothing.

"I seek the Darklands," he answered.

Energy crackled next to him. He turned to see black eyes staring back at him. It was a withered, black old tree that was speaking to him. Its trunk was contorted, leaning slightly to the left. Completely naked of any leaves, it looked as dead as everything else. Though it looked dead, it was clearly alive.

"You seek the Darklands?"

"Aye, I seek the entrance,"

The tree narrowed its dark eyes at him. Its bark lips lifted in the semblance of a smile.

"I see blood and death on your hands. You are here for impure intentions,"

Ehvil said nothing, waiting for the talkative tree to tell him where the entrance was.

"Impatient as well," the tree chuckled.

The air crackled, charged with energy. The tree grew large and wide, its mouth stretching. As the mouth opened, instant heat caressing his skin. He could see light flickering inside, consistent with the flames of fire. Stairs formed, leading downward into the opening.

"This is the entrance to the Darklands; enter at your own risk. Know this, in the Darklands, be careful what you stir. Some beings are best left sleeping,"

Ehvil remained silent a he stepped forward and began the long descent to the Darklands. Behind him, the tree's mouth closed, shutting him inside. He walked down the stone steps. The path was narrow, the stone walls brushing against his arms as he walked. The light at the end of the tunnel like pathway began to get bigger as he walked. After a few minutes of walking, he stopped, amazed at what he saw. The Darklands was a sight to see.

It looked like a painting of what he imagined hell would look like. Lakes of lava ran throughout the town, roads made of stone went on for miles and miles in various different directions. Different beasts walked along the roads, some dressed very well, others dressed in the cloths of peasants. A large boar demon walked along, dragging six slaves, humans and youkai behind him, their necks, arms and legs chained and hooked onto one long chain held by the boar. A few dead bodies lay decaying on the ground and yet none seemed to be bothered or even care as they continued on with their daily life.

Along the main stone road, merchants and sellers had set up shop. As he walked pass them, he was not at all surprised by the items being sold. Chains and manacles hung from the roof of one booth, the merchant loudly trying to coarse passing inhabitants to stop and look at the manacles and various torture devices.

Next to him was an even louder merchant selling whips and human organs.

Ehvil scrunched his nose as he passed the booth. He enjoyed human organs as well as the next person; however, those organs must have been sitting out for weeks judging from the smell.

He passed a booth selling slave children, their little faces dirty and bloody.

They looked at him in fear. No doubt hoping he would not buy one of them. He had no interest in children.

The next attraction was a large wooden house, built on the main road, people stopping to gawk. It was not hard to see why. Prostitutes hung from the windows, calling out to the men and even women that passed by. Some where scantily dressed, others had dispersed their clothing all together.

Ignoring the women calling out to him, he continued on the path, looking for somewhere to find out where Tonsai lived. There was no way in hell he would be able to find Tonsai on his own. The Darklands was way too big. There were just too many ways for him to get lost. He decided to stop at a tavern just up ahead.

Inside was rowdy and violent.

A dozen or so tables were occupied by the drunk and drinking, a few chairs lined the counter where a blue haired demoness was serving drinks. Males and females alike drank and smoked, their voices loud and slurred.

He took a seat at the counter. The demoness walked over to him.

"What ya need, sugar?" she asked.

Ehvil raised a brow at the woman. He had never in his life been called 'sugar' and to be honest, he didn't exactly know how he felt about being called 'sugar'. But, the woman was pretty enough, so he decided not to take offense. Besides, she would be a good source of information.

"Demon Blood," he responded.

Turning, the woman took one of the silver goblets down from one of the shelves, along with a red, wooden container. Sitting the goblet down in front of him, she poured a healthy amount of the dark crimson liquid into the goblet.

"You're not from here are ya, sugar?" she asked as he took a sip of the liquid, "I don't think I've ever seen ya here."

"Nay," he said taking a gulp.

"I knew it! A male as handsome as yourself has not entered these doors in years. What brings you to the Darklands if ya don't mind me asking?"

"I am looking for a swords smith," he said.

"A swords smith?" she asked raising a brow.

"Aye, a swords smith by the name of Tonsai,"

"Tonsai?" she said placing a finger to her lips in thought.

"Do you know of him?"

"Aye, I know of him,"

"Where can I find him?"

"Last I heard he lived near Mocchi Street,"

"In which direction is Mocchi Street?"

"It's about an hours walk. Ya just walk all the way down the main road to the end; the last road on the left is Mocchi Street. I'm not sure where on Mocchi Street he lives however,"

Gulping down the rest of the liquid he stood, pulling out a pouch from a pocket inside his kimono, removed a coin and sat it down on the container. As he exited the tavern, the woman picked up the coin. Her brown eyes widened in surprise. It was a gold coin! She had never seen so much money in her entire life. Who ever that male was, she damn sure hoped he came back one day. She sighed, looking over at the shouting men, fighting over a bottle of sake.

If only she had more customers like him.

Ehvil walked along the main road. As the woman said, he walked an hour before he came to the end of the road. He took the last road on the left and followed it down. This part of the town seemed to be worse than all the others, though he didn't know how that was possible seeing as the entire Darklands was just one horrible place to begin with. There were no trees or grass, dead or alive to speak of.

It seemed more secluded than the other areas as well.

He walked another few minutes, passing broken down huts and houses. Just when he was starting to turn back, the sound of metal hitting metal filled his ears. Burning metal and fire tickled his nose. He followed his senses to a medium sized run down house.

He approached the entrance which was covered with dirty blue cloth. Pushing the cloth aside, he entered. A toad demon sat hammering a blazing red piece of metal with a large hammer against a large, thick, blackened anvil. He wore a torn and dirty kimono and blue obi. His skin was a pasty gray color, his short black hair thinning. He was an ugly little thing.

"Tonsai I presume," Evil said.

"Ye would presume correct. What business do ye have with me demon?" Tonsai asked still hammering the sword.

"I am here on behalf of Vishious,"

Tonsai stopped hammering and looked up at Ehvil, his yellowish eyes gleaming with interest.

"Vishious you say?"

"Aye, he wishes for you to commission a sword,"

"What sort of sword? For what purpose?"

"He wishes to open portals to hell,"

Tonsai smiled.

"I see,” he cackled, “that old dragon ain't changed a bit. Come back in three days time, I'll have ya sword by then,"

Ehvil sat next to Vishious, sword in hand. The two males sat in a dark secluded room beneath the mansion. A large hole had been dug into the ground and filled with dark, slimy water. The poison was just starting to make its way out of his system, and he was finally able to move around, though he was still limited to short walks around the mansion. The fever had broken, and his pale pasty skin was once more pink with health.

"Have you gathered all the materials needed?" Vishious asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Having been limited to conversing telepathically, his voice had not yet returned fully.

"Yes, everything is ready," Ehvil said standing and leaving the room.

He returned with the items and took his seat beside Vishious. He handed the sword over to Vishious. Crimson eyes bright with excitement as he stared at the gleaming blade, bathed in a black hue. He could feel the evil radiating from the blade. Tonsai had commissioned the sword in three day time as promised, stating it was the best sword he had ever commissioned, that the evil and power of the sword was second to none.

He called the sword ShinkuTsuki.

Vishious placed the sword down in front of him as Ehvil picked up a large pouch. Reaching inside he pulled out a handful of the white powder from the bag and blew it over the water, letting the powder drift onto the top of the blackened water.

Picking up another pouch, he pulled out a ponytail of blue hair and tossed it into the water. It was hair from Khaos. Before sending them on their way to guard the amulets, Vishious had taken some of their. He had not told them why he had taken it, and nor had they asked any questions. Vishious had known they would not return. Centuries ago, there had not been anyone as strong as Sesshomaru himself was, which was why they had stayed alive for so long years ago. He had known there was a possibility that they would perish this time around, and he had been fully prepared for such an occurrence.

A liquid face rose to the surface. With an animalistic screech it reached out and grabbed the blue hair, pulling it down to the depths of the water. He pulled out another ponytail, this one of green. Again, a liquid being grabbed the hair and pulled it down. Over and over he repeated the process. Two more black pony tails were thrown in. The sword began to glow.

Standing, Ehvil left the room, returning with a young male. The male was dazed, his body bloodied and bruised. Ehvil tossed him into the liquid. The beings of the black water rose, screeching and clawing at the body.

Bringing in more males and one female, he tossed them all into the water. None resisted, still in shock from their earlier torture. Though, within minutes of being tossed into the water, they were killed instantly by the creatures that resided inside. The sword began to glow brightly, rising up from its place on the ground. It drifted above the pit of water, tip down. As the last body was torn apart below the water, the sword struck, stabbing down into the water. Screams erupted from the water as the sword began to absorb everything contained in the dark liquid.

A bright light blinded them, Vishious and Ehvil covered their eyes. As sudden as the light appeared, it disappeared again. Opening their eyes, they looked at the sword. Floating above the now empty water, it glowed with malice and evil.

Reaching out, Vishious wrapped his hand around the hilt.

His eyes illuminated briefly, before settling back to their original color. He smiled, a dark and sinister curl of his lips.

The first phase of the process had been completed.

Ehvil sighed as he sat down on the window seat in his room. The sun was just beginning to set in the distance. Day after day, he could feel himself slipping back into the routine again; him and Vishious, working together to bring as much destruction to the world as possible. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing as of yet. The memories it brought back thought, however were not so bad…

"I've decided to take on some….underlings,"

Ehvil looked up at Vishious over the fire pit between them. They had made shelter outside a near by village and were about to have dinner. After tearing said village apart, they had chosen a few bodies to have for dinner, and at the moment were roasting them over an open fire.

The aroma was mouthwatering.

"Underlings?" he asked in confusion.

"Aye, there is only so much you and I can do. We need more man power. Disposable man power,"

Reaching out, he pulled one of the sticks with the human flesh from the fire and brought it to his mouth. Taking a bite he chewed slowly thinking it over. It would help out a lot. Vishious' goal was to take over all of Japan. For that to become a reality, they of course needed more man power.

"What do you have in mind?" Ehvil asked.

"Children,"

Ehvil raised a brow.

"Children?"

"Aye. We will scout out children and bend their minds to our will. They will become mindless soldiers. They will live and die for our ambition."

Sounded logical.

"Have you a child in mind?"

"Aye, in a village a few miles from here, there is a boy. I've seen him, watched him. He has great potential. He tortures small animals before killing them, he's even moved on to other village children,"

Ehvil shook his head with a smile. Of course he already had a male; Vishious was very clever. He never said anything without having at least half of the details firmly in place. Always one step ahead.

"I wish to name him Tourcher,"

"Torturer?"

"Aye, Tourcher. T-O-U-R-C-H-E-R,"

Ehvil laughed.

"Clever,"

"I thought you'd enjoy that. I figured we give the children names like ours. Seems appropriate. So what think you Ehvil?"

"Seems to be a sound plan to me," Ehvil said.

"Aye, it is sound. We will begin collecting the children over the course of this century,"

Ehvil nodded. They sat in silence for a few moments, eating and drinking. Once done they sat around the fire, warming themselves. Suddenly, Vishious stood and walked over to him. Ehvil knew that look in his eyes. Leaning down, Vishious pressed his lips against his own…

Those days seemed so far away.

Almost a lifetime ago. He had known Vishious a very, very long time and yet now, it seemed as though he did not know him at all. It was fine with him though, because as much as Vishious liked to think he knew him, Vishious had no clue how much he had changed. He was no longer the young demon following Vishious around like a love sick puppy.

Nay, he had grown. Physically and mentally. He was forever changed and nothing could ever change him back. Not memories from the past and certainly not Vishious.

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The light glowed bright, illuminating the cave walls. He looked at the sword hovering before him. He'd been walking deeper and deeper into the caves for a few hours before hunger had made his stomach cramp in pain. He'd stopped and devoured a few more dozen rats before continuing on. The tunnel had seemed bottomless. He wandered aimlessly before he had stumbled upon the room. Inside a sword had hovered in a bright emerald light.

The sword was familiar to him.

It was the Aman du Rai.

He looked around. How in the hell had it gotten down here? And for the hundredth time he wondered where exactly was here? Reaching out, he grabbed the sword. Warmth shot up his arm, the familiarity of the sword brought back so many memories, but it also explained why he and the sword were located in the same place. Holding the sword in two hands he pulled the blade from the sheath.

The blade shined and glimmered with power. He pushed the blade back into its sheathed and strapped it to his obi, then turned and walked back the way he came. He would have to use the sword to stop the Evil Six. Question was, how the hell was he supposed to get out of here? He couldn't just sit here and eat rats all goddamn day.

He out right refused.

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