Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Even The Devil Cries ❯ Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Evil. Hate. Dark. Black. Cursed. Plagued. Anger. Fear. Blood. Lust. Revenge. Cold. Alone. Greed. Control. Mortals. Fight. Life. Death. Fire. Demon. Hunger. Pain. Suffering. Pressure. Temptation. Malice. Disgust. Desire. Demand. Damnation. Power. Immortality. Relation. Family. Bloodline. Mishima…

Damnation. Power. Immortality. Relation. Family. Bloodline. Mishima…

Relation. Family. Bloodline. Mishima…

Family. Bloodline. Mishima…

Bloodline. Mishima…

Mishima…

Hate pulsed through Kazuya's veins. His very face was contorted into shapes of anger and wickedness. Each step was the pounding drum of power that demanded fear. No longer was this a tournament about money and power; it was about vengeance and pain. Raven eyes crazed with desire for retribution, sneered face foaming at the mouth, lusting to torture, clenched fists of thunder waiting for the chance to strike; he made his way cautiously, yet quickly to the arena. He longed for this chance. He longed to be able to defeat a monster he once called `father.' A man of so many sins was to face, yet again, his destiny. A destiny where one man would no longer live in this world.

The arena was the dead zone deep in the arctic. There was nothing. No sound. No life. The lights were cast low throwing devilish shadows across the mirrored walls. Kazuya stared at his reflection for a moment. This was what he wanted. This is what he longed for ever since he had sold his soul. At the brink of destruction, he forged his body with the devil to bring his enemy to justice. Now it was going to be fulfilled. He sneered at his reflection; he also hated the man that stared back at him.

Kazuya waited. Long years of torture and promises had taught him patience. The blood pounded in his ears as he felt his heart beat against his chest. Any fiercer and it might have torn through. His body stood relaxed, hands nimble at his sides, legs twitched slightly, waiting to be put into action. The livid evil inside of him began to pulse to life with each passing moment. This massive iniquity was gasoline and his hate was the fire. Together they made an explosion of passionate disgust for his father and an inferno of avid detestation of the Mishima family. Kazuya had known it then. He had to purge the world of Heihachi Mishima. He might even have to rid the world of himself as well.

Kazuya's ears perked at the sound of wood clicking on marble. It echoed across the walls, sending chills down his spine. Its ticking noise reminded him of time, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, counting down to the inevitable. The time was now, the Hell was here, and two evils were prepared to fight. Heihachi walked slowly, taking intrepid steps toward his adversary. He was determined to fight Kazuya and win, but a small whim in the back of his mind threw fear behind his skill. He knew his son was possessed by some devil and his heart couldn't help but thud with apprehension. For the first time in his life, he was honestly scared. But Heihachi's pride stopped him from this caution. He'd been waiting two years for his revenge, two long and agonizing years to vanquish his enemy, to get his revenge against his only son.

Kazuya turned slowly, onyx eyes twinkling in the dim lighting as he watched his father move closer. A half-smile, half-sneer graced his pale face. His body tensed, ready for battle. He could feel the blood charging through his veins faster and faster. Something had been sparked in his heart and he was ready to get this started. He was ready to end this. He was ready to return to his life. His life with…Jun? It had suddenly dawned on him that he had failed to take her into consideration. She feared for his life and he wanted to be with her, but this was something greater than what they had at that moment. This hate had proven stronger than their newfound love, and that angered him. The sudden realization that he was evil, so evil that the grace of a pure-hearted woman couldn't save him, made him even angrier, and if he lived through this battle he didn't know if he could bring himself to be able to return to her. If he lived through this. He never assumed he would win. There was always a doubt that he would be defeated if Heihachi proved to be an extraordinary opponent. Their last match lasted for hours and this would be no exception. Kazuya's pride though, forgot his fear and he readied his body for battle.

Heihachi stood a few feet in front of Kazuya. His hands rested behind his back as he studied his ready son. Grunting in response, he pulled his aged but powerful hands to fists and was ready. Neither moved for a moment, the only sound was the flickering of the flames and their own heavy breathing. Snakes ready to strike, neither did anything but stare, hoping to hypnotize their prey, their enemy. Kazuya could hear faint laughing in the back of his mind. It wasn't very loud, but it was noticeable. It wasn't a normal laugh, but a mocking giggle. He cursed it silently. His head began to throb, a heavy dry ache against his temples. Heihachi's eye twitched silently noticing his son's sudden discomfort. He smiled, but stopped when his son's eyes suddenly became focused and angry.

Kazuya was never one to be surprised and wasn't going to be now. With the speed of lighting, he struck his father across the face. A single, solid, stinging slap against his wrinkled face. A bleeding red imprint of Kazuya's large hand appeared on Heihachi's stunned face. Heihachi growled deep in his throat at the embarrassing form of attack. A slap was for a woman, weak and easily beaten, and to do this to a man such as Heihachi was an insult to his pride. With gritted teeth, he attacked his son. A tsunami of katas flew toward Kazuya. Prided and arrogant, but he had the skill, and his reflexes blocked all shots his father gave to him. Kazuya finally shot out a long leg and connected with his father's face. Heihachi stumbled back a few feet, recovered, and repositioned his stance. He spat blood and slid a bloodied tongue across torn lips. He smiled. Now it had begun.

The battle between father and son continued. Deserving blows and unmatched skill danced around the black room. Bodies bent and conformed to precise moves, muscles screamed power, aching bodies sweated with determination and fury. There would be nothing left after this battle. They were like two tigers, starving and tortured, locked in a cage together. The strongest would win the battle and survive. Bruised and battered, bloodied and torn, the distinguished men of the Mishima clan fought hard.

Kazuya finally lashed out with a strong lightning kick that sent Heihachi hurtling across the floor. Heihachi groaned and stayed unmoving for a moment. Slowly, the old man pushed himself up on his knees. His body ached and his joints screamed to stop fighting. It all just wanted to stop. Heihachi tried to clear his head but his vision stayed blur. That's when he noticed it. The air around him began to grow thicker. The ends of his hair stood on end, and a shiver ran through his back. The sound of electricity fluctuated through the room. Heihachi tilted his head slightly. His eyes widened in shock. Kazuya's head was bowed and his fists were tight against his chest. Lightning enveloped his body, circulating around his torso and arms. His body began to shake violently as the bolts became stronger.

Kazuya lifted his head. His eyes glowed darkly; a dim purple haze swallowed his body. He smiled briefly and Heihachi knew instantly what it meant. "Lightning Screw Godfist." The lightning flashed faster and Kazuya bent low. Heihachi saw it all in slow motion. Kazuya went down, his body tucked together. He spun himself across the room, destroying whatever might have been in the way of him and his target. His muscled arm flexed as he readied his punch. Heihachi closed his eyes and waited for the impending doom. He had failed.

The punch never came. Heihachi was still alive. The sudden sound of his son screaming and the breaking of glass opened his eyes quickly. Heihachi stared in awe at his son. He had been hurtled by some force into the mirrors. Broken shards lay around him, his eyes were closed tightly, but he was awake. Heihachi rose to his feet and walked slowly toward Kazuya. Despite this new turn of events, the fight was still in action. Kazuya groaned loudly stopping Heihachi in his tracks. Kazuya suddenly started writhing, as if he was in tormenting pain. Much to Heihachi's surprise, Kazuya's body started floating in the air, still shaking. Beams of purple shot through his chest into the blackness of the room. Just as soon as it started, Kazuya fell back to the marble ground with a sickening thud. Heihachi stood there, mesmerized by the phenomenon that just happened.

The sound of flapping permeated his ears and he strained to hear it clearly. It sounded like heavy wings, heavy leathery wings, something big flying in the darkness. He raised his head to the darkness above them. He couldn't see anything, but his hairs stood on end. Whatever was up there was watching him now. He felt another presence behind him. He turned and saw an equally immersed Kazuya staring at the ceiling. His chest was covered in blood, but his wound was…healing? Heihachi watched, awestruck, as his son's wounds started to heal itself. What dark art was this? The sudden screeching above brought his focus back to the real danger. He choked back a scream as a large purple demon came diving down toward them. Heihachi jumped to the side as the creature attacked Kazuya.

Kazuya hurtled through the air as the beast tackled him. He had no idea how to react. This demon was stronger, more powerful, and much angrier. He struggled under the demon's claws. Its talons dug into the flesh of his arms. He howled in pain until the wall cracked his head, silencing him. Kazuya's vision blurred; his body was released and he fell to the floor. He breathed heavily, trying to regain control of himself. It was futile. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled himself on his haunches. His head throbbed, his body ached, and he was wounded. It was a miracle he was even conscious. Though, he knew he wouldn't be that way much longer. Steadying himself on his knees, he looked up at his assailant. The Devil. Its face was a mask of hateful eyes and a contemptuous grin. It beat his leathery wings against the air in triumph.

"I warned you Kazuya. You are nothing without me," he spat.

Kazuya made no response.

"Hm…you may not fear me, Kazuya, but you won't have another chance. This is your last breath."

The demon began to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter till it seemed to swallow the room. Flames leaped from the demon as it's immense power kept growing. Kazuya's mouth went wide and, for once, he might have feared this devil. Suddenly, the demon screamed. It sounded has if it was from Hell itself. A yellow beam shot from its third eye straight to Kazuya's chest. The pain of it burned deep inside of him; his heart was on fire. He tried to keep from screaming, but finally, his voice cracked and Kazuya screamed in deep agony. The Devil laughed at his pain, taking pleasure in all the torment he was in. No one ever forsakes the Devil. No one ever escapes the Devil.

Finally, the creature released its beam from Kazuya. The helpless man stood frozen, shocked from the pain. The Devil flapped his wings a bit more, ensuring that Kazuya was no more. He turned to Heihachi, who stood stunned behind the demon. A wicked laugh escaped his lips.

"What'd you do to my son?" Heihachi asked.

"He sold his soul and I collected," the demon laughed. "I always collect."

"I…wha?" Heihachi stuttered.

"Finish your son and reclaim what belongs to you," it hissed.

The Devil flapped its wings and into the air it flew. It vanished in a cloud of black smoke, leaving a stunned Heihachi and a next to lifeless Kazuya. Heihachi studied his son for a moment. Kazuya was still alive. Alive, but soulless. Heihachi grinned. The tournament was his. He took his fighting stance and performed his deadly "Demon Tile Splitter" against Kazuya. Heihachi could hear the bones in Kazuya's body crack and his neck popped. Kazuya groaned all the while. His raven eyes rolled into the back of his head and all that could be seen was the white in his eyes. Blood dripped from his nose and the corners of his mouth. Kazuya was no longer in this world. His lifeless body crumpled to the floor.

Heihachi stood over his son, triumphant and glorious. Heihachi looked at his son, his only son. He had killed Kazuya, his child. He stared at the empty whites of his eyes…

…and smiled.