Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Angels By Blood, Bound By Fate ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

 

 

 

-Tenkai-

 

 

 

 

“Can you believe it? Lord Enma is letting the traitor out early”, a guard says, as he and his comrade walk towards a large metal-door with lengths of chains locking the door closed, and fudas plastered on and around the door sealing whatever power inside the room.

 

“I'm just as surprised as you are”, the other guard states, “But orders are orders”

 

“Let's just get this over with…”, the first guard sighs, starting to unlock and unseal the door, then pushes the door open.

 

The door swings open to a windowless room with a futon up against the far wall bedecked with fine silk drapes hanging from the bed-posts and silk sheeting and blankets, the furniture was crafted from gold and engraved with silver.

 

“For a prisoner, Lord Enma sure treats this one highly”, the second guard whispers.

 

“Well, this prisoner was formerly Lord Enma's top-general that is until the treachery that promoted General Kurosaki”, the first one explains, “Hey! I know you're in here! Show your face!”, he demands.

 

“I hear you, there is no need to shout”, the enchanting well-refined voice of a female replies from the shadows, “Has the year between cleanings of my room come so soon, I could swear it was just last week that you came to clean it”

 

“Enough with the joking, Shingetsu. Lord Enma wishes to see you in his presence”

 

“He wants me to bring back Nagare's son, right? I swear that insolent child of an angel I was replaced with can't do anything without someone holding his hand for him”, she groans, stepping out of the room, violet-blue eyes sparkling like gems as the light hits them and golden-brown hair that was elegantly pinned up so that it folded just below the shoulders glowed. The Chinese-style dress she wore was different in both color and style from the ones the other female angels wore, while the normal-style had a slit on both sides; like the men's, but longer in length, hers only had one slit on the left-side and was the color of blood, instead of the customary pants and flats she wore black skin-tight mid-thigh length shorts and a pair of white shoes with three-inch heels, “Let's get this over with…”

 

 

 

 

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-Enma's Chambers-

 

 

 

 

“Are you sure we should be trusting the life of my son in the hands of that traitor?”, Nagare questions.

 

“Regardless of her crime, she is trustworthy…”, Enma replies, from behind his curtain, “Besides, she is the only one capable of taking out Muraki, if she encounters him”

 

“Talking about little old me?”, Shingetsu says, as she walks in with her fore and middle-fingers interlocked together behind her back, “You are completely hopeless Nagare, not being able to protect your own child from your ex-Lieutenant”, she taunts, with her arms crossed as she continued to stand.

 

“Shingetsu, how dare you not kneel and present your wings in respect of Lord Enma!”, Nagare shouts, “And those clothes are not the proper attire to wear when standing before him!”

 

“Don't feel like it…”, she scoffs.

 

“Then you'll do it by force”, the angelic-general growls, motioning with his head for some of his soldiers to surround her.

 

“Nagare…”, Enma warns.

 

“So this is what has happened to the troops I once commanded, sniveling pansies who'd attack a defenseless woman on the orders from a hapless fool”, she smirks, with her hands on her hips.

 

“You will show Lord Enma respect”, he states, giving the order to attack.

 

One soldier charges forward with a spear only to have her sidestep out of the way and give a stunning blow to the back of the warrior's neck and takes the spear from his hands.

 

“You'll have to do better than this”, she scorns, as she plants the blade into the floor and leans on the weapon, “Oops!”, she chuckles, leaping into the air over the kick from another soldier and uses the spear as a balance to kick him in the head, “The exercise was refreshing, but this has gone on long enough”, she yawns, gathering energy in between her hands and it widens into an orb that surrounds her and knocks the soldiers unconscious, “The warm-up was nice, Nagare, but if you have a problem with me, don't send lowly-soldiers and deal with me yourself!”, she challenges.

 

“If that is how it is, then I'll have to put you in your place, wench”, he says, standing and leaps down from the pedestal-seat beside his ruler, materializing a spear into his hand.

 

“I doubt you'll be able to”, she taunts, lightly kicking the bottom of her spear; dislodging it from the floor, making it flip in the air and she effortlessly catches it single-handed, “You couldn't even defeat me when you attempted to take my rank as general 300 years ago”

 

“And I still got your rank after you conspired with that demon 262 years ago”, he mocks, charging in.

 

“We were trying to end the war! And it would have come to a peaceful ending, if someone hadn't killed Kazue incurring Shigemi's wrath and re-sparking the war!”, she retorts, blocking his strike, only to quickly drop down and sweeps his legs out from underneath him in a single-movement causing him to land flat on his back, “You're still no match for me, even with the limitations on my powers”, she states, holding up one of hands to allow the light to reflect off of one of the golden-wristbands that donned her wrists to lightly touch the golden-choker around her neck; all three items had a gold-metallic feather dangling from a dainty-chain, “I should kill you just for being an embarrassment to warrior-angels…”, she coldly informs, raising the spear she still held in her hand to perform what she had declared to do.

 

But before she could bring her arm down to strike the final death-blow a strong hand held her arm back by the wrist, the hand belonged to a male in his late 20's with waist-length black hair that was tied at the end and storm-blue eyes wearing embroidered clothing made of silver and gold silks, towering over her by 7-inches.

 

“That is quite enough, Aya”, Enma says.

 

Aya Shingetsu releases the spear; letting it clatter on the floor, as she closes her violet-blue eyes, “It's about time that you came down from your high-horse… Father…”, she retorts.

 

“Speak to Lord Enma with respect!”, Nagare orders.

 

“Can it insolent child!”, Aya snaps.

 

“Nagare, it is alright. It is her choice whether she shows respect or not, she is my daughter and the oldest angel in all of Tenkai, and extremely free-spirited”, Enma states.

 

“Can we PLEASE get down to business, you know how easily I get bored, dad…”, she groans, leaning up against a pillar.

 

“Very well, as you probably already know, young Hisoka Kurosaki has gone missing after I sent him on a mission to investigate the mass-murders of humans and fellow angels…”, her father sighs.

 

“Don't you mean he was attacked, raped, and injured by Nagare's former-Lieutenant; Kazutaka Muraki”, she corrects.

 

“Your perception is uncanny… Now back to the situation, Hisoka is still on Earth in the care of a being we have no clue what side he's on and I want you to bring him back”, the Angel-Lord continues.

 

“Yeah, yeah I know!”, she remarks, waving her hand to state her point, “Can I go now?”

 

“One more thing, Shingetsu”, Nagare adds, “The one who rescued my son is an angel with black-wings”

 

Aya's face pales, “B-black wings you say…?”, she says, retaining a cool and collected tone of voice, “Do you think it's the Prophecy?”

 

“Yes and your full orders are to bring Hisoka Kurosaki back to Tenkai alive and his black-winged savior here; dead or alive”, Enma commands.

 

“I understand, father…”, Aya replies, with her head down.

 

“You are dismissed”

 

Aya turns to walk out of the room, “So it has truly begun, the end of everything…”, she mutters to herself, as the grand-doors close behind her.

 

 

 

 

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-Jidaikai-

 

 

 

 

“Lord Shigemi! General Muraki has returned!”, a young male dressed in a formal-kimono with tiny-horns protruding from his forehead says as he bows in front of a shouji-screen.

 

“Good, send him in”, the demon-Lord replies, from the other side of the screen.

 

“As you wish, M'Lord”, the soldier states, bowing as he leaves the room.

 

The silver-haired and eyed demonic-angel walks in to the room wearing the same pure-white suit stained with blood he wore when he had attacked Hisoka.

 

“Ah Muraki, you've finally returned, I hate it when you stay out for too long”, Shigemi reprimands.

 

“I apologize, Lord Shigemi. I found a stray little bird to play with…”, Muraki bows.

 

“Muraki, I warned you about torturing and killing angels, relations with Tenkai are already tense as it is. Who knows what kind of retaliation Enma will use”, the Lord scorns.

 

“Then allow me to give you a piece of information that you might want to hear”, he offers.

 

“What kind of information?”

 

“You see the angel I caught happened to be Nagare Kurosaki's young son and that my fun was interrupted by an angel with wings as black as night”

 

“An angel with pitch black wings you say, tell me more”

 

“All that I know is that this `savoir' could use the magic of an angel”, Muraki smirks.

 

“I see, so the Prophecy is beginning…”, Shigemi purrs, “Muraki, your orders are to locate and bring this black-winged angel and Nagare's brat to me. I want them to be brought to me alive”

 

“Of course, M'Lord”, he says, bowing with a smirk.

 

 

 

 

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