Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Muma Oni - The Succubus Demon ❯ Muma's Past ( Chapter 21 )
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By: Levante01 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
“Zokuto, you can’t do this!” Muma’s mother Derina said. She was a beautiful woman with a perfect body but wore tattered clothes and her hair was a mess.
Zokuto was a tall man with pointy ears. His hair was black and spiky with white lightning streaks from his roots to the tips. He was bare-chested but for a strap that carried a sword on his back. His pants were cut off at the knees and in tatters. He had no shoes.
“Derina, I’m sorry,” he said. He glanced at the group of demons standing behind his lover, all looking livid as if they were about to strike. “It’s something I must do. It’s a matter for the future.”
“What about our future, Zokuto?” Derina said. “Think about the clan, Zokuto! Think about your damn daughter!”
Zokuto’s eyes narrowed. “I am thinking of my daughter. Something’s not right with the humans. I feel something dark about them.”
“Is that so, Zokuto? Well, if you ever come back, don’t expect Muma and me to be here. Have fun with your humans.”
Zokuto hesitated, but turned and walked away.
One of the demons behind Derina raced forward. She caught him fast and held him back. “Let him go,” she commanded. “Let him be with his precious humans.”
A few days had gone by since Zokuto had left. Derina rushed through the caves that housed the succubus clan. She burst into the chamber that the young Muma slept in. Derina picked her child up into her arms and turned as an army of humans, waving bows and swords, forced their way into the chamber, surrounding Derina.
“You’re not taking my baby!” Derina growled. Wings sprouted from her back instantly, tearing off the thin shirt she wore. She waved a hand through the air, creating a large gust and knocking down the humans. She flapped her wings hard and shot through the tunnels of the cave.
She released from the mouth of the cave and forced herself as high into the air as possible. She saw the flames from the fire arrows shoot across the sky. Her friends and family were dying before her, slaughtered mercilessly by the humans.
She continued to scan over the battlefield, hugging Muma tight between her breasts to keep her child warm in the cold air. Something caught Derina’s eye then. Flying above the battlefield, but not as high as Derina herself, was Zokuto. He watched the death of their clan with no emotion or remorse.
Zokuto noticed the shadow cast by the moonlight passing over the battlefield. He looked up at Derina and Muma flying overhead. Their sights connected and a battle of glares began. Derina withdrew her sights from him and sped on toward the horizon. Zokuto returned his gaze back onto the slaughterhouse below.
***
“Mommy, where are we going?” Muma asked as she walked hand-in-hand with Derina down the country road, the sun bright on them. Derina, having retracted her wings, walked around half nude.
“I’m not sure, sweetie,” Derina said. “We had to escape from home. I’m not sure where we can go now. Your father will probably be looking for us.”
They trekked longingly down the road. Not a single caravan passed by them to give them a lift. It was hours, and the sun was setting, when they came into a small, quiet village. Derina fell to her knees, holding Muma in her arms.
***
The two were given a place to live within the village. Everything had seemed perfect to them, although Muma spent countless hours at night calling for her father. She had missed him so much. Even Derina was beginning to feel weak without Zokuto and the rest of her friends and family around her.
“Muma, it’s time to come in!” Derina called from the front door of their home.
Muma had made friends with a few of the village’s children. Once her mother called she raced to her home. It had been a year since they moved into the village and were now quite comfortable.
That night, as Derina laid with her daughter before bed, Derina said to Muma, “Honey, I have to tell you this.”
Muma looked up at her mother questioningly. “What is it?” she asked.
Derina sighed as she thought about what she was going to say. “Something might happen soon, and I’m gonna have to go far away. I want you to promise me that, no matter what, you’ll always be strong.”
“Mommy, where are you going?” Muma asked. “What’s going to happen?”
“I’m not sure. But whatever does happen, know that I love you more than anything, and that my only wish is for you to continue living on.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
“That’s a good girl,” Derina said as she hugged her daughter. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”
***
Flames climbed high into the sky that night as Muma watched her house burn. She had been thrown out the back by her mother as an angry mob broke through the front door. Now her home was on fire. She could hear the battle raging on the other side.
“Zokuto!” rang Derina’s voice over the entire village. It was immediately followed by a loud scream, and suddenly everything was quiet. Muma was alone, and she could feel it in the depth of her heart. Tears surfaced on her cheeks, her eyes swelling with fear.
Footsteps approached from behind. Muma turned around. She gasped as Kaiban approached her. He smiled down at her and reached out a hand. “You must be afraid,” he said. “A young girl shouldn’t be out by herself. Come with me. I’ll give you a good home.”
Muma hesitated. “You promise you won’t hurt me?”
“I promise,” Kaiban said with a toothy grin. “Your mother is dead, you know that? I can tell you who killed her, and help you get your revenge.”
“Revenge?” Muma lowered her eyes.
“Come with me,” Kaiban repeated.
Muma slowly took his hand.
***
Emporer Go-Uda burst into the chamber. Muma, now in her teen years, sat beside Kaiban on soft cushions. Kaiban raised his sights from Muma to look at the emperor. “What is it?” Kaiban asked.
“I have received word from Hojo Tokimune,” Go-Uda said. “He’s received a threat from Kublai Khan demanding for contributions to them. I fear that if we don’t send tributes to them, we’ll be facing a war.”
Kaiban laughed. He raised a hand and said, “You’ve seen my powers firsthand. If they come, I’ll be sure that they never leave our soils.”
Go-Uda stared hard and long at Kaiban. Even though Go-Uda was the emperor of Japan, Muma knew that it was Kaiban in control. No one, not even demons would dare stand up to him. Go-Uda hesitated, then turned and left the hall.
Kaiban placed a hand on Muma’s head and smiled at her. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be just fine. All of Japan will. We’ll not be defeated by the likes of the Mongols.”
***
Years passed and Muma found herself flying over Kyushu to Hakata Bay where battle was sure to commence. With training she received from Kaiban she had full use of her demon abilities. Kaiban was at her side as they flew.
“What’s going to happen once they make landfall?” Muma asked. “Go-Uda and Tokimune were very clear about their generals having little experience in wartime.”
“Don’t fret over any of this, Muma,” Kaiban said. “You’ll not have any work. I’ve already prepared for their landfall.”
“How?”
Kaiban stopped and pointed to the east. The sun was setting, lighting the sky with a magnificent pink. “See those dark clouds coming? That’s my plan of action.”
Within the night the storm had moved in. Kaiban and Muma watched as the Mongolian fleet sank into the waters, carrying more than three-fourths their men. Come morning, the remaining Mongols were unable to stop the attacks of the samurai warriors.
“Amazing,” Muma said, awed by the damage the storm had made.
Seven years later it was the same thing. Muma watched as Kaiban quickly summoned the storms to come and massacre the Chinese and Korean fleets. She couldn’t believe her eyes at the power Kaiban possessed.
***
Muma raced through the halls of Kaiban’s fortress, mopping the floor with a wet towel. She was being punished for going into Kamakura three days prior. A huge resistance had stirred, pitting the shogunate of Kamakura against the emperor in Kyoto. The civil war made Kaiban worry for Muma’s safety. She understood the punishment he had given to her.
Muma passed by the hall that Kaiban resided in. She heard an angry voice come from the room. She cracked the door open and peered in. She was surprised to see her father standing in front of Kaiban.
“I refuse to do it!” Zokuto cried. “I’ve had enough of this, Kaiban! You’ve asked me to protect these people, even at the cost of murdering my own lover! And now you tell me to turn against the militants making their way to Kamakura because you wish to keep the Hojo around? What is your deal?”
Kaiban sniggered. “At least I didn’t force you to murder your own daughter,” he said calmly. “In fact, I can show her to you if you’d like.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Zokuto, gritting his teeth.
“Muma, please come in. I know you’re there.”
Muma pushed the door open slowly and stepped in. Zokuto was surprised to see her in her great beauty, the same beauty she inherited from her mother. She couldn’t look at her father, rage from the past filling her.
“Muma,” Zokuto said quietly. “You’ve grown so much. You’re so beautiful.”
“How lovely,” said Kaiban as he stood and stepped forward. “After over fifty years, you two are again reunited. Zokuto, do you want to know what I promised Muma the day I brought her to Kyoto?” Zokuto was quiet. “I promised her revenge.”
Zokuto turned to Kaiban. “So you plan to kill me?” he said fiercely.
Kaiban smirked, lowering his eyes menacingly. “Precisely.”
“Not if I kill you first!” Zokuto cried. He pulled the large sword on his back from the sheath and raced at Kaiban. “Die, bastard!”
Kaiban pointed a finger at Zokuto. A green ball shot from his fingertip. It touched Zokuto’s chest and created a large hole through his torso. Zokuto dropped to the ground, tossing the sword before twisting and sprawling onto his back.
Muma stood watching in horror. The sword slid across the floor and stopped at her feet. Tears streaked down her cheek as she watched her father’s mutilated body sit in the pool of blood that poured from him. She couldn’t believe it. Even though she hated her father for what he did, he was still her father, and she had longed for so long to feel his grips around her. Now that fantasy was gone.
“You’re welcome,” Kaiban said as he sat again. “Muma, keep the sword as a souvenir. Let this be a joyous day for you, the day you finally got revenge for your mother’s death.”
Muma bent to pick up the sword. She waited for Kaiban to say more to her, but when he didn’t she excused herself from the room and started down the hall. She felt a fury inside her. It was the same fury she had for her father, but now it was directed at Kaiban. Even though it was true she wanted revenge, she didn’t want him dead. One day she had wanted them to be family again.
She turned a corner down the hall, and coming around she bumped into a handsome young man wearing samurai armor. He looked down on her, smiling.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I was looking for the emperor. I was told he was here somewhere.”
Muma looked up at the man, but couldn’t say a word. The next thing she knew he was holding her while she cried against his armor.
***
Two days had passed. Kaiban received news of Nitta Yoshisada’s caravan advancing to Kamakura near Edo to begin the final confrontation. Muma stood at Kaiban’s side as the messenger relayed the message.
“Very well, be off,” Kaiban said and the messenger removed himself from the room. He turned to Muma with a smile. “Shall we intercept?”
Muma gulped, slowly nodding.
The door burst open and a different messenger entered. The messenger bowed swiftly and said, “Sir, I have word that foreign troops have made landfall on the coast just north of here.”
“What?” said Kaiban in outrage.
“Kaiban,” Muma said quickly, “if you want to take care of the foreign troops, I can head to Kamakura and deal with Yoshisada.”
Kaiban thought about the offer. He said slowly, “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? Can I truly trust you to get the job done?”
Muma put a fist to her chest in salute. “Of course,” she said.
Kaiban stood and nodded. “Make me proud then.”
Kaiban and Muma left together, but Kaiban left north up the coast as Muma headed northeast. Muma kept her sights in the direction of Kaiban. She had no intention of stopping the caravan in Kamakura. She had faith in the warrior she met before, and even provided him with strength in the form of her father’s sword. She planned on hiding out in the Edo area amongst the humans.
Zokuto was a tall man with pointy ears. His hair was black and spiky with white lightning streaks from his roots to the tips. He was bare-chested but for a strap that carried a sword on his back. His pants were cut off at the knees and in tatters. He had no shoes.
“Derina, I’m sorry,” he said. He glanced at the group of demons standing behind his lover, all looking livid as if they were about to strike. “It’s something I must do. It’s a matter for the future.”
“What about our future, Zokuto?” Derina said. “Think about the clan, Zokuto! Think about your damn daughter!”
Zokuto’s eyes narrowed. “I am thinking of my daughter. Something’s not right with the humans. I feel something dark about them.”
“Is that so, Zokuto? Well, if you ever come back, don’t expect Muma and me to be here. Have fun with your humans.”
Zokuto hesitated, but turned and walked away.
One of the demons behind Derina raced forward. She caught him fast and held him back. “Let him go,” she commanded. “Let him be with his precious humans.”
A few days had gone by since Zokuto had left. Derina rushed through the caves that housed the succubus clan. She burst into the chamber that the young Muma slept in. Derina picked her child up into her arms and turned as an army of humans, waving bows and swords, forced their way into the chamber, surrounding Derina.
“You’re not taking my baby!” Derina growled. Wings sprouted from her back instantly, tearing off the thin shirt she wore. She waved a hand through the air, creating a large gust and knocking down the humans. She flapped her wings hard and shot through the tunnels of the cave.
She released from the mouth of the cave and forced herself as high into the air as possible. She saw the flames from the fire arrows shoot across the sky. Her friends and family were dying before her, slaughtered mercilessly by the humans.
She continued to scan over the battlefield, hugging Muma tight between her breasts to keep her child warm in the cold air. Something caught Derina’s eye then. Flying above the battlefield, but not as high as Derina herself, was Zokuto. He watched the death of their clan with no emotion or remorse.
Zokuto noticed the shadow cast by the moonlight passing over the battlefield. He looked up at Derina and Muma flying overhead. Their sights connected and a battle of glares began. Derina withdrew her sights from him and sped on toward the horizon. Zokuto returned his gaze back onto the slaughterhouse below.
***
“Mommy, where are we going?” Muma asked as she walked hand-in-hand with Derina down the country road, the sun bright on them. Derina, having retracted her wings, walked around half nude.
“I’m not sure, sweetie,” Derina said. “We had to escape from home. I’m not sure where we can go now. Your father will probably be looking for us.”
They trekked longingly down the road. Not a single caravan passed by them to give them a lift. It was hours, and the sun was setting, when they came into a small, quiet village. Derina fell to her knees, holding Muma in her arms.
***
The two were given a place to live within the village. Everything had seemed perfect to them, although Muma spent countless hours at night calling for her father. She had missed him so much. Even Derina was beginning to feel weak without Zokuto and the rest of her friends and family around her.
“Muma, it’s time to come in!” Derina called from the front door of their home.
Muma had made friends with a few of the village’s children. Once her mother called she raced to her home. It had been a year since they moved into the village and were now quite comfortable.
That night, as Derina laid with her daughter before bed, Derina said to Muma, “Honey, I have to tell you this.”
Muma looked up at her mother questioningly. “What is it?” she asked.
Derina sighed as she thought about what she was going to say. “Something might happen soon, and I’m gonna have to go far away. I want you to promise me that, no matter what, you’ll always be strong.”
“Mommy, where are you going?” Muma asked. “What’s going to happen?”
“I’m not sure. But whatever does happen, know that I love you more than anything, and that my only wish is for you to continue living on.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
“That’s a good girl,” Derina said as she hugged her daughter. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”
***
Flames climbed high into the sky that night as Muma watched her house burn. She had been thrown out the back by her mother as an angry mob broke through the front door. Now her home was on fire. She could hear the battle raging on the other side.
“Zokuto!” rang Derina’s voice over the entire village. It was immediately followed by a loud scream, and suddenly everything was quiet. Muma was alone, and she could feel it in the depth of her heart. Tears surfaced on her cheeks, her eyes swelling with fear.
Footsteps approached from behind. Muma turned around. She gasped as Kaiban approached her. He smiled down at her and reached out a hand. “You must be afraid,” he said. “A young girl shouldn’t be out by herself. Come with me. I’ll give you a good home.”
Muma hesitated. “You promise you won’t hurt me?”
“I promise,” Kaiban said with a toothy grin. “Your mother is dead, you know that? I can tell you who killed her, and help you get your revenge.”
“Revenge?” Muma lowered her eyes.
“Come with me,” Kaiban repeated.
Muma slowly took his hand.
***
Emporer Go-Uda burst into the chamber. Muma, now in her teen years, sat beside Kaiban on soft cushions. Kaiban raised his sights from Muma to look at the emperor. “What is it?” Kaiban asked.
“I have received word from Hojo Tokimune,” Go-Uda said. “He’s received a threat from Kublai Khan demanding for contributions to them. I fear that if we don’t send tributes to them, we’ll be facing a war.”
Kaiban laughed. He raised a hand and said, “You’ve seen my powers firsthand. If they come, I’ll be sure that they never leave our soils.”
Go-Uda stared hard and long at Kaiban. Even though Go-Uda was the emperor of Japan, Muma knew that it was Kaiban in control. No one, not even demons would dare stand up to him. Go-Uda hesitated, then turned and left the hall.
Kaiban placed a hand on Muma’s head and smiled at her. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll be just fine. All of Japan will. We’ll not be defeated by the likes of the Mongols.”
***
Years passed and Muma found herself flying over Kyushu to Hakata Bay where battle was sure to commence. With training she received from Kaiban she had full use of her demon abilities. Kaiban was at her side as they flew.
“What’s going to happen once they make landfall?” Muma asked. “Go-Uda and Tokimune were very clear about their generals having little experience in wartime.”
“Don’t fret over any of this, Muma,” Kaiban said. “You’ll not have any work. I’ve already prepared for their landfall.”
“How?”
Kaiban stopped and pointed to the east. The sun was setting, lighting the sky with a magnificent pink. “See those dark clouds coming? That’s my plan of action.”
Within the night the storm had moved in. Kaiban and Muma watched as the Mongolian fleet sank into the waters, carrying more than three-fourths their men. Come morning, the remaining Mongols were unable to stop the attacks of the samurai warriors.
“Amazing,” Muma said, awed by the damage the storm had made.
Seven years later it was the same thing. Muma watched as Kaiban quickly summoned the storms to come and massacre the Chinese and Korean fleets. She couldn’t believe her eyes at the power Kaiban possessed.
***
Muma raced through the halls of Kaiban’s fortress, mopping the floor with a wet towel. She was being punished for going into Kamakura three days prior. A huge resistance had stirred, pitting the shogunate of Kamakura against the emperor in Kyoto. The civil war made Kaiban worry for Muma’s safety. She understood the punishment he had given to her.
Muma passed by the hall that Kaiban resided in. She heard an angry voice come from the room. She cracked the door open and peered in. She was surprised to see her father standing in front of Kaiban.
“I refuse to do it!” Zokuto cried. “I’ve had enough of this, Kaiban! You’ve asked me to protect these people, even at the cost of murdering my own lover! And now you tell me to turn against the militants making their way to Kamakura because you wish to keep the Hojo around? What is your deal?”
Kaiban sniggered. “At least I didn’t force you to murder your own daughter,” he said calmly. “In fact, I can show her to you if you’d like.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Zokuto, gritting his teeth.
“Muma, please come in. I know you’re there.”
Muma pushed the door open slowly and stepped in. Zokuto was surprised to see her in her great beauty, the same beauty she inherited from her mother. She couldn’t look at her father, rage from the past filling her.
“Muma,” Zokuto said quietly. “You’ve grown so much. You’re so beautiful.”
“How lovely,” said Kaiban as he stood and stepped forward. “After over fifty years, you two are again reunited. Zokuto, do you want to know what I promised Muma the day I brought her to Kyoto?” Zokuto was quiet. “I promised her revenge.”
Zokuto turned to Kaiban. “So you plan to kill me?” he said fiercely.
Kaiban smirked, lowering his eyes menacingly. “Precisely.”
“Not if I kill you first!” Zokuto cried. He pulled the large sword on his back from the sheath and raced at Kaiban. “Die, bastard!”
Kaiban pointed a finger at Zokuto. A green ball shot from his fingertip. It touched Zokuto’s chest and created a large hole through his torso. Zokuto dropped to the ground, tossing the sword before twisting and sprawling onto his back.
Muma stood watching in horror. The sword slid across the floor and stopped at her feet. Tears streaked down her cheek as she watched her father’s mutilated body sit in the pool of blood that poured from him. She couldn’t believe it. Even though she hated her father for what he did, he was still her father, and she had longed for so long to feel his grips around her. Now that fantasy was gone.
“You’re welcome,” Kaiban said as he sat again. “Muma, keep the sword as a souvenir. Let this be a joyous day for you, the day you finally got revenge for your mother’s death.”
Muma bent to pick up the sword. She waited for Kaiban to say more to her, but when he didn’t she excused herself from the room and started down the hall. She felt a fury inside her. It was the same fury she had for her father, but now it was directed at Kaiban. Even though it was true she wanted revenge, she didn’t want him dead. One day she had wanted them to be family again.
She turned a corner down the hall, and coming around she bumped into a handsome young man wearing samurai armor. He looked down on her, smiling.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I was looking for the emperor. I was told he was here somewhere.”
Muma looked up at the man, but couldn’t say a word. The next thing she knew he was holding her while she cried against his armor.
***
Two days had passed. Kaiban received news of Nitta Yoshisada’s caravan advancing to Kamakura near Edo to begin the final confrontation. Muma stood at Kaiban’s side as the messenger relayed the message.
“Very well, be off,” Kaiban said and the messenger removed himself from the room. He turned to Muma with a smile. “Shall we intercept?”
Muma gulped, slowly nodding.
The door burst open and a different messenger entered. The messenger bowed swiftly and said, “Sir, I have word that foreign troops have made landfall on the coast just north of here.”
“What?” said Kaiban in outrage.
“Kaiban,” Muma said quickly, “if you want to take care of the foreign troops, I can head to Kamakura and deal with Yoshisada.”
Kaiban thought about the offer. He said slowly, “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? Can I truly trust you to get the job done?”
Muma put a fist to her chest in salute. “Of course,” she said.
Kaiban stood and nodded. “Make me proud then.”
Kaiban and Muma left together, but Kaiban left north up the coast as Muma headed northeast. Muma kept her sights in the direction of Kaiban. She had no intention of stopping the caravan in Kamakura. She had faith in the warrior she met before, and even provided him with strength in the form of her father’s sword. She planned on hiding out in the Edo area amongst the humans.