Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Prologue: A Transient Smile
Hello, friends. Remember me? The savage red-haired fiend who fought the 5
teenage brats time and again? The one who lead the Dark Warlords on an
unsuccessful campaign to conquer the mortal world? The quiet pupil of the
Ancient, who sacrificed his life to free a Lady from Talpa's control?
Yes. I see you recall now. I am Anubis. I have returned from the realm of the
dead. Only I am not here to guide, to help. I am here to kill.
You seem surprised, and that is understandable. I have broken my bonds with
Talpa, therefore I should be the sweetest human being, dead or alive, correct?
Wrong. Once again, I have given myself over to the darkness. Only this is an
evil greater than Talpa. This is wretchedness, hatred, and torment in its purest
form. I suppose you could call it Satan. The Dark Prince, Lucifer, whatever your
fancy. But I am now employed in his services. His flame-haired Hell Hound. You
are always a slave to something, you see.
Yet to be something so dark, so malignant, I must sound rather sane. Well,
dearest ones, I am sane. And quite happy with the path I have chosen, mind you.
I am the perfect killer. I have no regrets, no remorse, for what I am about to
do. I am evil, make no mistake about that. The Gentleman's Evil, if you will. I
have not changed in the least.
Physically, anyways.
I am still the same Anubis. Supple golden skin, hair like a wave of red silk.
And of course, my green eyes. My eyes were always my favorite feature.
Blue-green, like the ocean before a storm. I am quick to smile, as always, be it
in genuine happiness, or in a fit of manic rage. I am strong, oh yes.
Unbelievably so. But without my true power, my Ogre Armor, I am still no match
for the five self-righteous urchins and their oversized housecat. So I believe
we should start our tale at that point. And you are fortunate enough to bear
witness to my greatness. Do not fear me. You are not the ones I am here to
erase. You are all innocent bystanders, I swear it.
But every now and then, a strange madness tries to wrap me in its embrace, a
whirlwind of violence and depravity. So I cannot put too much stock in my
promises. Just to be safe, I wouldn't sleep with my window open tonight, if I
were you. I wouldn't open it ever again.
Hello, friends. Remember me? The savage red-haired fiend who fought the 5
teenage brats time and again? The one who lead the Dark Warlords on an
unsuccessful campaign to conquer the mortal world? The quiet pupil of the
Ancient, who sacrificed his life to free a Lady from Talpa's control?
Yes. I see you recall now. I am Anubis. I have returned from the realm of the
dead. Only I am not here to guide, to help. I am here to kill.
You seem surprised, and that is understandable. I have broken my bonds with
Talpa, therefore I should be the sweetest human being, dead or alive, correct?
Wrong. Once again, I have given myself over to the darkness. Only this is an
evil greater than Talpa. This is wretchedness, hatred, and torment in its purest
form. I suppose you could call it Satan. The Dark Prince, Lucifer, whatever your
fancy. But I am now employed in his services. His flame-haired Hell Hound. You
are always a slave to something, you see.
Yet to be something so dark, so malignant, I must sound rather sane. Well,
dearest ones, I am sane. And quite happy with the path I have chosen, mind you.
I am the perfect killer. I have no regrets, no remorse, for what I am about to
do. I am evil, make no mistake about that. The Gentleman's Evil, if you will. I
have not changed in the least.
Physically, anyways.
I am still the same Anubis. Supple golden skin, hair like a wave of red silk.
And of course, my green eyes. My eyes were always my favorite feature.
Blue-green, like the ocean before a storm. I am quick to smile, as always, be it
in genuine happiness, or in a fit of manic rage. I am strong, oh yes.
Unbelievably so. But without my true power, my Ogre Armor, I am still no match
for the five self-righteous urchins and their oversized housecat. So I believe
we should start our tale at that point. And you are fortunate enough to bear
witness to my greatness. Do not fear me. You are not the ones I am here to
erase. You are all innocent bystanders, I swear it.
But every now and then, a strange madness tries to wrap me in its embrace, a
whirlwind of violence and depravity. So I cannot put too much stock in my
promises. Just to be safe, I wouldn't sleep with my window open tonight, if I
were you. I wouldn't open it ever again.