Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ The Demons Come Out To Play ( Chapter 15 )

Light Meets Darkness

The Demons Come Out To Play

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"Ken!" Schuldich yelled, rushing towards the Soul Seer as the tall demon carried out the Empath and Telepath. Auge easily handed the dazed Empath over, turning his attention to his own lover, the long-haired telepath barely responding to the Seer's commands to answer back.

"That bastard." Schuldich hissed, hands hovering over the raw open wounds scattered across Ken's face and visible through the ripped portions of his clothing. "He'll pay dearly for this."

Crawford stopped the rest of the other assassins from venturing close, sending a sharp glare at Winter and Feuer, reminding them that they weren't considered friends in the slightest. Winter didn't seem moved by the precog's expression, merely shifting his gaze back to the abandoned church, somehow sensing the battle about to take place.

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Wut shrieked as he smashed in the altar, wood groaning beneath his back. He hissed and twisted, tearing deep gouges with tooth and claw into the broken wood. He jerked himself to his feet, red eyes blazing, opening his mouth to shriek furiously at his opponent.

His opponent drew back his own lips to return a snarl of challenge, white lips sharp against pale gums and sharp alabaster fangs. Gold eyes with darkness swirling where the white of the eyes should be glared back at the stumbling demon. Farfarello's hands flexed, long pale fingers ended in relatively short yet sharp nails that easily cut through flesh and even bone, the hands as graceful as a painter's yet as sharp as any blade. Large black wings flapped impatiently at his back, where the wings joined his shoulders and along every odd feather's edge appeared as if they were dipped in crimson. Farfarello's pants and shirt had ripped along the edges due to the shifting of his bones from his height altered to being now well over six feet. Visible through the slashes and rips of clothing were elaborate black tattoos that wove and threaded together to form indistinguishable multitude of patterns. The scars that had littered his human form had seemingly disappeared, the demon's true skin glowing with a pearl white iridescence with the elaborate black etchings.

"You think you can handle me?" Farfarello's new deep echoing voice questioned, the demon taking a step towards his opponent. "Little fool." He hissed harshly.

"I'll rip you apart!" Wut roared, rushing headlong at the other demon.

With an almost lackadaisical shift to the side Farfarello easily avoided the other demon's full-on rush and flexing burning red claws, twisting around and smashing his fist into the small of Wut's back. Wut stumbled to regain his balance from the harsh blow, barely avoiding stumbling to his knees.

"You're so weak." Farfarello commented dryly. "I'm amazed a creature like you has lived this long."

Wut snarled at his fellow demon, permanent grin widening further, "And if I'm so weak, then how was it I was able to tear your lover apart?" He asked snidely.

Wut's only reply was a fist smashing hard enough to break off a few of his teeth.

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"Ken?!" Schuldich pleaded, thankful that the tall demon had handed his lover over. Auge's attention was turned to his own lover while Schuldich nearly collapsed onto his knees, holding his lover tight to him.

"You have to-" Ken gasped, face buried against the telepath's chest, voice desperate and pleading.

"What, Ken?" Schuldich asked.

"Please…" Ken lifted his head up, grasping handfuls of Schuldich's green jacket, tugging his lover's face close, "Help Farfarello. Kill Wut before he kills us."

Schuldich visibly jumped when a strong hand fell onto his shoulder. The redhead looked over his shoulder, surprised to meet the gaze of the leader of Schwarz. "Do it. We will remain here until both of you are finished." Crawford ordered. A faint smirk proved Crawford's knowledge of the fact that both Farfarello and Schuldich would come back alive.

Schuldich didn't fight as Aya carefully pulled Ken away, the Shadow Maker checking Ken's wounds to make sure that they were Healing nicely. Omi and Nagi collapsed down onto the street, leaning their tired forms against large pieces of concrete of what was left of wrecked buildings.

"Schuldich!" Dameon called just before the redhead started up the stairs. Dameon didn't bother to turn his gaze away from Yohji, one hand buried in the thick blonde waves of the Wind Master's hair to keep his head turned towards him, the other arm wrapped securely around the man's waist to keep him situated against his chest. "Make sure he stays dead. Rip his heart out and devour his flesh." Dameon stated calmly while continuing his intense inspection of the blonde within his grasp.

Schuldich's eyes widened from the demon's airy comment but a sharp grin cut across his face, "My, that does sound entertaining."

"Don't get too overconfident." Winter warned, arms draped loosely over Feuer's shoulders as they stood partially away from the group of assassins, "Remember what that creature did to your lover."

Feuer looked up, catching Schuldich's gaze, "Kick his ass!" The fire wielder cheered, his spunkiness admirable even while they were all surrounded by burning skeletons of the proud buildings that had covered this particular district of Tokyo.

"A man after my own heart." Schuldich snickered before he ran up the stairs, nearly ripping off his jacket just as his flesh rippled, beast rising to the surface eager for blood.

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Wut gagged as he vomited up blood, wincing while he wiped away the trickling fluid across the bruised portions of his face.

Farfarello didn't give him a chance to rise to his feet. The demon was quickly upon the fallen opponent, striking out with a strong leg, breaking nearly all of the demon's ribs as he soared through the air, smashing into what remained of the few intact pews.

"You're a parasite, just like your brother." Farfarello hissed. "No, you are much worse than Blut ever could be. You feed and gorge yourself upon flesh and fear, becoming a weak pig that gluts itself."

Wut's body shuddered as it shifted, slowly slipping back into his human form, unable to maintain his control through the intense pain that was suffocating him throughout his whole body. Long ragged hair with the predominant black strip hung around a damp battered face, the demon's black uniform in a sad state compared to its previous pressed and clean style. Blood spilling unceasingly from between cracked lips the demon's breath deep and harsh around the constant flow. He struggled to his feet, holding his arms around his chest, waiting for his ribs to continue their mending, several ribs taking longer since they were so broken and even more having punctured into his lungs.

But Wut was not willing to give up, no matter how dire the outcome was. He rushed the other demon, his movements achingly slow in the other demon's eyes.

Farfarello twisted his shoulder around, his large left black and red wing coming around, feathers bristling and the edges becoming razor sharp as they were brought down across the attacking demon's face.

Wut's shriek made the assassins outside cringe against the shrill sound.

The demon fell back, moaning and shrieking as he clutched at his damaged face, the wounds minor compared to what Farfarello could have done. But the Berserker did not want to kill Wut quickly; he wanted the creature's death to be agonizing.

Damp red-painted hands were finally removed from Wut's face, the demon glaring hatefully through unseeing eyes, deep gouges reaching to the bone, bare muscles twitching along naked bone. What was even more gruesome was the demon's eyes, or the eyes that had been there. Farfarello's wings had completely torn the demon's eyes to shreds, living not trace of tissue behind. "YOU BASTARD!!!" Wut roared, howling over his damaged face, blind to Farfarello's acts for at least ten minutes before his face and eyes healed over.

That is, if he lived that long.

"Why do you fight so fucking hard for that slut?!" Wut demanded furiously, flecks of spittle and blood spraying out from his damaged mouth. "The only thing he and the human race are good for is rutting and food! We demons are at the top of the damn food chain! I killed the boy's parents and you don't see me wallowing in despair over their rotting corpses!"

That was perhaps one of the worst things Wut could have said. If he weren't blind he would see the way Farfarello's shoulders tightened and eyes narrowed, the confession to killing the Empath's parents affecting the demon just as strongly as calling Ken a slut. Farfarello appeared to prepare to step forward but movement caught his eye, the demon stilling, tilting his head as if listening to silent words only he could hear. A vicious grin crossed his face and he stepped back, grinning darkly as Wut stilled, the injured demon tracking the Berserker by the sound of his retreated footsteps. "Are you running away, coward?" Wut demanded.

"No. I'm just letting my other lover has his turn with you." Farfarello answered coolly.

A large red-furred form rose to the rear of the blind demon, Wut's eyes widening as he sensed the breath and heat of a large from behind him. Bones cracked and blood sprayed as strong jaws smashed down upon his right shoulder and collarbone, the demon unable to draw breath to scream as he was shaken viciously within the creature's ruthless grip, finally thrown away with a jerk of the large wolf's head.

Wut clapped his hand tightly over the bleeding wound, feeling the torn tissue and the edge of shattered bone beneath his damp grip. He cursed and groaned pitifully, blindly feeling his way across the ground, trying to find something in order to pull himself to his feet.

Wet red-soaked lips pulled back from ivory teeth, the wolf's grin wide, gold lupine eyes focused on his weak prey. A large mane of red, tan, and fire-shaded fur rippled across the wolf's large muscled chest, finely tuned ears edged with pale fur. The shapeshifter's beast form's shoulders rose well to a full-grown man rib cage, the length of the wolf one and a half times longer than a human's body. The rest of the shapeshifter's body including the tail and paws were a dusty tan color, the underbelly traced with bright strands of gold. The shapeshifter's paws ended with tough strong black nails equally as ferocious as the wolf's teeth, every inch of the creature's body representing speed, strength, muscles, and the attitude to cover for it.

Farfarello grinned at the wolf, smile widening as the shapeshifter turned his gaze towards him, focused and intelligent gold eyes shining with remembrance, "Quite lovely, Schuldich. It suits you quite well." The demon complimented.

'Schuldich's' wolfish grin if anything widened further, chest trembling and breath escaping from his mouth in a similar parody of human laughter.

A soft groan of pain drew the shapeshifter's attention, Schuldich's mouth opening in a silent snarl at the sight of the demon struggling to his feet, Wut trying to use the wall to pull himself to his feet.

The force of the shapeshifter slamming into him nearly made Wut's bones scream, the demon's back forced against the wall. He struggled blindly, unable to see where his opponent was coming from, forced to shield his face further as nails racked across still-open wounds.

Schuldich seized his first available opportunity to strike at the demon's vulnerable neck, burying his face and teeth into pale flesh, blood spraying in all directions as he tore through tissue and arteries. Wut's body spasmed, blood filling his lungs, consciousness momentarily seizing as his jugular vein was torn. Schuldich twisted and whipped his head left and right, tearing deeper into ripped flesh, gnawing like a large dog with an old bone. With several more angry shakes he threw the demon away from the wall, Wut's body smashing hard against the ground until he rolled to a stop near Farfarello's feet. Schuldich padded across the blood-drenched floor towards the demon that was slowly regaining consciousness, paws leaving behind bloody tracks.

Wut's injuries healed far enough to where he struggled to push himself up, hands slipping across broad splashes of his own blood. He blindly looked up weakly through tangled hair at the pale demon in front of him, coughing several times through the blood that partially filled his lungs.

Farfarello raised his hand to halt Schuldich from closing in, lowering it as the shapeshifter ceased to move forward. He tilted his head at the indistinguishable words that were hissed through Wut's teeth, "What did you say?" He commanded.

"K-K-kk-" Wut sputtered, body trembling as he continued to try to push himself up, "k-kk-kkk-Kil-Killl m-mee-"

Farfarello said nothing for an extended period of time. He stared down at the sad excuse of a demon, finally resolving to shrugging his shoulders, "Fine then."

Raising his right arm his right black wing followed suit, sharply-edged feathers angled downward as the Berserker swung down towards Wut's unprotected head and back.

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Once the two men had shifted back to their human form Farfarello gave Feuer the job of setting fire to the abandoned church, leaving the body inside to be devoured by the flames. The assassins and demons fled through the choking smoke, knowing that the humans would eventually return to clean up the damage caused by so many fires.

Winter and Feuer split up from the group, the younger demon swearing to keep in contact with them once he and his lover had reached one of their homes situated inland. Auge had barely remained to say goodbye, disappearing into the shadows with Matsumo, the telepath more responsive but the shock of seeing his blood relative in such a state in Wut's hands had harmed the man's mind.

Dameon had led the group down into the sewers and down into tunnels that only he could open, leading them down further and further into the earth. Within what seemed like hours the assassins reached their sanctuary, shapeshifters parting the way to allow their leader and the assassins following him. Kikaya, Dameon's fellow dragon shapeshifter, met the group halfway, quickly urging the men into separate rooms with the promise of food, showers, and baths waiting for them.

Two days were spent tending to their wounds and exhaustion, Schuldich, Farfarello, Ken, and Aya taking the longest to recover due to the amount of energy they used or to injuries acquired. Dameon was fortunate enough to be well and healthy by the end of the first day, his good state of health proven by the scream that woke the assassins up the morning of the second day. Yohji had been cursing and renaming the dragon shapeshifter as he practically chased the shapeshifter out of their room, fairly booting the longhaired man onto his ass outside of the room. It took several hours for Kikaya to sooth his leader's ego and to coax Yohji to allow Dameon back into their shared rooms.

The assassins and all the shapeshifter kind stayed low during the next few weeks, the turmoil on the surface sending them running. The damage that had taken place from both Geist and Wut's exploits had drawn in not only all of Japan's forces, but also the services of several other European countries as well as the United States. Japanese officials could only assume that the citywide fire and murders had been the cause of overzealous terrorists, promising the citizens of Japan retribution for the damage and loss of life that had taken place.

As promised Feuer had gained contact with them. It had taken the fire demon longer that expected since Winter had been adamant to leave Japan entirely due to the hostilities taking place, not wanting to put his young lover in danger since it was technically him who had set the fires even with the minimal loss of lives.

Ken had been surprised and happy to hear from Auge, learning that Matsumo had recovered and was safe and well with his lover at his fortified home in Europe. The Empath couldn't help but grow to like the Soul Seer, his personality somewhat similar to Farfarello's, both demons exuding a sense of predatory strength without using it to rule their companions through fear.

As Tokyo began to rebuild itself the assassins of Weiss and Schwarz once again managed to obtain another safehouse, courtesy of Dameon's internal sources among the shapeshifter and demon kind. The house was well over twice if not three times as large as the previous safehouse, well within walking distance of Dameon's domain, the structure built underground as well where no human could ever physically reach. The building was the color of obsidian and slate with ivory-colored windows, but the inside was lit with warm electric lights, running water, and soft warm colors that made the place feel like home. Manx and Birman, while rebuilding Kritiker's power, made sure to transfer all of their belongings from the old safehouse, the two women thankful that all of the assassins had survived through the Tokyo fires.

Weiss and Schwarz soon found themselves busy with missions other than assigned by Kritiker, Dameon surprisingly the individual to bring them optional assignments. Apparently after the rise and fall of both Geist and Wut a large number of uncounted demons and shapeshifters had risen to the surface of the human world. Most if not all of the creatures caused no problems with the humans, but there were disputes and miniature skirmishes that took place due to century-old arguments and land feuds. Weiss and Schwarz were given the task to act as mediators and the occasional muscle if the demon or shapeshifter feuds threatened to spill onto the streets of the human world. The occasional murders or madness that consumed the rare shapeshifter or demon were left in the hands of Farfarello, Schuldich, or the rest of the demon or shapeshifter comrades that were a part of their large group.

Ken and the rest of his companions were finally getting used to coming into more frequent contact with shapeshifters and demons, actually finding it entertaining to find both Loki and Lycan reclaiming their spot as wolf guardians of the group. Yohji and Schuldich had not particularly appreciated seeing the two shapeshifters, which earned them a small nip in their asses.

The house was so large that they needed available working staff to live in with them. They were surprised by how many shapeshifters and demons came looking for work. Ken was still getting use to the stone troll that they had hired for their cook. The two fox shapeshifters were a handful, the two taking their guarding duty of the exterior of the house seriously. Farfarello certainly didn't find it funny to have his brunette lover suddenly tackled by an exuberant fox shapeshifter, the shapeshifter bringing the rest of the guards running from his frightened yelps as the Berserker put him in a stranglehold.

Dameon and Yohji were lovers. Dameon had finally become impatient with the blonde, apparently locking both of them in their shared rooms, not allowing anyone inside for over twenty-four hours. Schuldich had laughed in the Wind Master's face when the man was finally allowed to stumble to freedom, the poor playboy looking quite flustered and disheveled.

It was hard to say about Crawford and Aya's relationship. They shared the same bed, but Ken wasn't too sure if they did more than that. He figured that once Aya's nightmares were somewhat settled that then the precog would possibly move towards further intimacy. Thankfully the precog had lots of patience when dealing with the redhead leader of Weiss.

Omi and Nagi were certainly together although both boys blushed even when sharing a simple kiss. They were constantly coddled and fussed over by the staff, Loki and Lycan enjoying frustrating the two boys by sleeping in their shared rooms so that they had little privacy. Ken was sure the two wolf shapeshifters would find themselves in a whole lot of trouble if the two tried to sleep on the bed.

The layout of each room was quite nice. There were several adjoining rooms to each couples' or groups' bedroom, one being a significant den with a small kitchen and the other room another bedroom but generally holding more of the assassins knickknacks, clothes, and assassin gear. In the end really each of the assassins partnered up with their significant other were basically assigned a wing of the house.

Time would soon pass, and days spill into one another. But the assassins would remain, never aging, taking up the tasks delivered to them by Kritiker and Dameon. They were no longer a part of the human world, that part of their lives sadly behind them. The world of demons, shapeshifters, and creatures of the shadows was a part of them now. Forever.

THE END

Author's Note: Sorry if it seemed short in places, but I really wanted to just end this fic (No, I'm not sick of it or anything). The sequel is already in the works and I just didn't need another one with 'LMD' and 'AAWAFD' to work on.

Thanks to all reviews and support throughout this fic. Hope to hear from you guys again in the upcoming fic!

To Be Continued In The Sequel 'Something Wicked This Way Comes'