Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nemesis Q Ravens 
Meet Nemesis, the Demon Dancer, and PuppetMaster. The story begins.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Occult / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 106 | Status: Work In Progress
Meet Nemesis, the Demon Dancer, and PuppetMaster. The story begins.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Occult / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 106 | Status: Work In Progress
-Demon Dancers And PuppetMasters- By Nemesis Q. Ravens
Chapter One
Nemesis stood calmly next to the members of her team. She, commonly known as the Demon Dancer, wore her trademark cloak that hid her face in shadow. Only her team members and victims had ever seen her face bared.
She waited as the team leader fought his opponent. It was obvious that Damien was playing with him. It was so very humorous to watch the fighter struggle to block Damien's attacks. Finally he grew bored and, flicking his wrist dismissively, his opponent was killed instantly as the summoned Blades of Eternal Fury flew through the air and sliced through the man's neck. The throat was burnt horribly as the razor sharp edges cut through the maimed flesh. And then Damien, just for kicks, picked the decapitated head up by the hair and flung it into the stands.
The fans cheered loudly. They loved Team Kyrios. Now it was the cloaked one's turn. Nemesis. The cheering grew in anticipation for this execution, for that’s all her battles were. Nemesis was unforgiving in her attacks, and her victims usually suffered unspeakable torment.
She stepped into the arena and waited patiently for her adversary to step forth. It ended up being a fairly large man with a pasted-on smirk. The hulking mass of muscle had a pasty yellow shade of skin. His hair was thrown back into a messy ponytail and Nemesis noted that it reflected the light dully from the grease in his hair. And to top it all off, he wore an outfit that only Michael Jackson would love. All in all a revolting sight.
Nemesis smiled inwardly. It was time to have some fun.
The crowd silenced and waited anxiously for Nemesis to remove the cloak. The fans in the stadium cheered as the black cloak hit the dirt floor of the arena.
The gown beneath exposed all too femininely shaped legs. Nemesis' face was still hidden by a long cloth that was wrapped and draped about her head to conceal her features. The dress was a sleeveless corset of a deep blood red that covered only the front of her body, leaving her back bare with only the criss-crossing black lacing. On either side, the gown's skirt was slit to nearly the waist, flaunting the smooth thighs bound with black ribbons adorned with small, tinkling bells. Around each hand were long black ribbons that trailed to the ground. Her upper right arm was decorated with a single band of shimmering black metal.
Barefoot, Nemesis slowly walked to her opponent. Hips swaying, Nemesis came to a stop about seven feet away from her adversary. The man leered down at her; his bulging eyes glued her cleavage.
"Good luck," she whispered. Her soft, velvety voice snapped the man back to reality.
He smirked and replied, "It's you who's gonna need the luck, sweetheart. 'Cause if I don't kill you, you can bet your fine ass that I'm gonna fuck you good."
Within the shadows of her hood, Nemesis made a face at the thought. "I must ask a question."
"What's that?"
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?"
He frowned in utter confusion as she, having asked her question, merely turned and walked back a few paces. Behind her he charged as the signal to fight was sounded.
Nemesis began to sing. It was a haunting song. Low and alluring, it caused her adversary to stop and listen. The audience quieted and, mesmerized, watched her frail-looking body sway to her song as she sang. The bells on the ribbons tied around her thighs chimed softly and behind Nemesis rose a pole of shadow.
The song changed from fairy-tale magic into a theme song for the most highly paid courtesan ever to live. In the stands, lust broke out among many, and vicious raping occurred. The Demon Dancer's opponent had long ago dropped his sword as he watched Nemesis move her body to the song. Her torso moved like that of a cobra. She seductively used the pole of shadow to aid her dance. Again and again, her core was pressed and rubbed along the stake of darkness. Twisting her body and wrapping long legs around the pole, she plied her magic to heighten the lust of all watching.
From the sidelines, Damien watched in pride. Nemesis was going to win easily enough. She was merely tugging on her puppet's strings.
To the disappointment of the fans of the stadium, Nemesis slid off the pole of shadow and ended her song with a sharp snap of her fingers. Her opponent blinked and looked around. His pants were tight and he inhaled the air between clenched teeth to try and cool his raging hard on. Nemesis used the distraction to sprint forward and send him flying with a roundhouse kick to the head. She picked up the sword at her feet and tossed it at him.
"Here, you're going to need this," she said with a hidden smile.
The man snarled at the woman taunting him. He lifted the blade and charged at her. Nemesis waited until the last moment of his advance before she sidestepped to the left and clothes-lined him. Then she wrapped the ribbon tied to her right hand around the man's thick neck. He choked and tried to suck air into his lungs as he fell to the hard packed dirt floor of the arena.
She began dragging the man with the ribbon over to the center on the ring. He struggled to latch his meaty fingers about the ribbon so he could unwind it from his throat, but to no avail. Once at the center of the arena, Nemesis flicked her wrist and the ribbon loosened and fell away from the blue-faced man who now gasped for breath.
Nemesis stepped back a few paces and pressing two of her fingers into the opposite hand's palm, whispered a couple of near silent words.
The man by now had regained his normal coloring and got to his feet unsteadily. His sword lied beside his feet, but he didn't pick it up yet. The woman he was fighting appeared to be summoning something. He recalled the rumor that had been spread about how she now frequently summoned the souls of demons, dead or alive, to fight for her. But that’s all it was right? Just a rumor?
Nemesis lifted her head and stared at her now standing opponent from the depths of the hood. The two stood motionless, as if waiting for the other to move first.
Her adversary, realizing that she wasn't about to move, decided to take things into his own hands. He picked up his fallen sword and seeing no great danger summoned by Nemesis, smirked.
"What? No demon to hide behind, my pet?" he sneered.
Nemesis reached up her hand and a small fairy, no bigger than her smallest finger, black as a moonless night, rose into the air unbeknownst to her adversary. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I mean, bitch," he said. "Everyone knows that you steal souls to fight for you."
He heard her sigh. "You caught me. I do steal souls. And yes, I've summoned one to 'hide behind', as you say. My demon is here. No worries, however, you'll be introduced soon enough."
He laughed. Then, trying to surprise Nemesis, charged once again. Sensing a threat to the Demon Dancer, the tiny fairy flew forward and transformed into an eleven foot tall being. Two red eyes blazed with contempt and absolute fury above a hooked nose. Its skin was cracked, as if it had been roasted in a roaring inferno of flame, and underneath red was seen, whether it be blood or mere heat was unknown. In it's clawed hand was a small, charred, wooden puppet.
The man blanched visibly.
"It's name's PuppetMaster," she said lightly to her now quivering opponent. "And," she continued. "It's just about to perform a puppet show for the audience. And guess who gets to be the puppet."
Sweat began to run down his face and Nemesis, along with the audience, saw the gathering wetness on the man's pants. The coward had pissed himself.
Nemesis' eyes narrowed. Pathetic, she thought.
PuppetMaster's face cracked and flakes of burnt flesh floating to the ground as it smiled. It's raspy voice spoke.
"Dance, my puppet. Dance."
With that, Nemesis watched as chains of flame connected her adversary to the wooden toy. The man’s right arm was connected to the marionette’s right arm and so forth. The fiery chains had shot straight through flesh and bone. He screamed. And screamed some more as PuppetMaster began to jerk the puppet's strings. No blood was spilt as the wounds were burned over by the flames that engulfed the chain. Minuets felt like hours to Nemesis as she watched her demon unrelentingly "dance" the man. Her adversary was bent into the most impossible positions. The sound of the man’s bones splintering and joints popping in and out of place could be heard throughout the stadium. In the stands, more than a handful of viewers cringed and looked away. The rest however loved the show to no end.
Finally PuppetMaster stopped and Nemesis' opponent hung from the burning chains, sobbing silently. Nemesis noted with a wrinkle of her offended nose that he'd lost power over his bowels .
"Finish it," she commanded PuppetMaster in a quiet voice.
PuppetMaster nodded once. The charred puppet disappeared, but the chains were still held by the demon soul. With a quick movement, it tore her opponent in two. The halves of the corpse were tossed into the midst of the ecstatic fans.
As the halves were mutilated even farther by blood hungry demons, a small light floated from where the body had been when ripped in two to Nemesis who stood with her hand outstretched. It was her opponent's poor spirit. By defeating him in battle, he'd forfeited his very soul to the Demon Dancer. Closing her hand, the light was extinguished and never seen again.
Then, as she suddenly turned and strode off the arena, pausing only to replace her cloak about her shoulders, PuppetMaster shrunk to its original fairy size and then disappeared with a tiny puff of smoke. The roaring of the fans could be heard for miles around as she returned to Damien’s side.
Nemesis and her team were declared victorious and, just as they intended, their team was once again re-established as the reigning Dark Tournament Champions. Damien, however, wasn't placated with just the title; he wanted to publicly destroy the ones who'd challenged him: Team Uremeshi.
As the current Dark Tournament Champions, Team Kyrios declared that they were the best and none could better them. Especially the Uremeshi team. The challenge had been given.
Chapter One
Nemesis stood calmly next to the members of her team. She, commonly known as the Demon Dancer, wore her trademark cloak that hid her face in shadow. Only her team members and victims had ever seen her face bared.
She waited as the team leader fought his opponent. It was obvious that Damien was playing with him. It was so very humorous to watch the fighter struggle to block Damien's attacks. Finally he grew bored and, flicking his wrist dismissively, his opponent was killed instantly as the summoned Blades of Eternal Fury flew through the air and sliced through the man's neck. The throat was burnt horribly as the razor sharp edges cut through the maimed flesh. And then Damien, just for kicks, picked the decapitated head up by the hair and flung it into the stands.
The fans cheered loudly. They loved Team Kyrios. Now it was the cloaked one's turn. Nemesis. The cheering grew in anticipation for this execution, for that’s all her battles were. Nemesis was unforgiving in her attacks, and her victims usually suffered unspeakable torment.
She stepped into the arena and waited patiently for her adversary to step forth. It ended up being a fairly large man with a pasted-on smirk. The hulking mass of muscle had a pasty yellow shade of skin. His hair was thrown back into a messy ponytail and Nemesis noted that it reflected the light dully from the grease in his hair. And to top it all off, he wore an outfit that only Michael Jackson would love. All in all a revolting sight.
Nemesis smiled inwardly. It was time to have some fun.
The crowd silenced and waited anxiously for Nemesis to remove the cloak. The fans in the stadium cheered as the black cloak hit the dirt floor of the arena.
The gown beneath exposed all too femininely shaped legs. Nemesis' face was still hidden by a long cloth that was wrapped and draped about her head to conceal her features. The dress was a sleeveless corset of a deep blood red that covered only the front of her body, leaving her back bare with only the criss-crossing black lacing. On either side, the gown's skirt was slit to nearly the waist, flaunting the smooth thighs bound with black ribbons adorned with small, tinkling bells. Around each hand were long black ribbons that trailed to the ground. Her upper right arm was decorated with a single band of shimmering black metal.
Barefoot, Nemesis slowly walked to her opponent. Hips swaying, Nemesis came to a stop about seven feet away from her adversary. The man leered down at her; his bulging eyes glued her cleavage.
"Good luck," she whispered. Her soft, velvety voice snapped the man back to reality.
He smirked and replied, "It's you who's gonna need the luck, sweetheart. 'Cause if I don't kill you, you can bet your fine ass that I'm gonna fuck you good."
Within the shadows of her hood, Nemesis made a face at the thought. "I must ask a question."
"What's that?"
"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?"
He frowned in utter confusion as she, having asked her question, merely turned and walked back a few paces. Behind her he charged as the signal to fight was sounded.
Nemesis began to sing. It was a haunting song. Low and alluring, it caused her adversary to stop and listen. The audience quieted and, mesmerized, watched her frail-looking body sway to her song as she sang. The bells on the ribbons tied around her thighs chimed softly and behind Nemesis rose a pole of shadow.
The song changed from fairy-tale magic into a theme song for the most highly paid courtesan ever to live. In the stands, lust broke out among many, and vicious raping occurred. The Demon Dancer's opponent had long ago dropped his sword as he watched Nemesis move her body to the song. Her torso moved like that of a cobra. She seductively used the pole of shadow to aid her dance. Again and again, her core was pressed and rubbed along the stake of darkness. Twisting her body and wrapping long legs around the pole, she plied her magic to heighten the lust of all watching.
From the sidelines, Damien watched in pride. Nemesis was going to win easily enough. She was merely tugging on her puppet's strings.
To the disappointment of the fans of the stadium, Nemesis slid off the pole of shadow and ended her song with a sharp snap of her fingers. Her opponent blinked and looked around. His pants were tight and he inhaled the air between clenched teeth to try and cool his raging hard on. Nemesis used the distraction to sprint forward and send him flying with a roundhouse kick to the head. She picked up the sword at her feet and tossed it at him.
"Here, you're going to need this," she said with a hidden smile.
The man snarled at the woman taunting him. He lifted the blade and charged at her. Nemesis waited until the last moment of his advance before she sidestepped to the left and clothes-lined him. Then she wrapped the ribbon tied to her right hand around the man's thick neck. He choked and tried to suck air into his lungs as he fell to the hard packed dirt floor of the arena.
She began dragging the man with the ribbon over to the center on the ring. He struggled to latch his meaty fingers about the ribbon so he could unwind it from his throat, but to no avail. Once at the center of the arena, Nemesis flicked her wrist and the ribbon loosened and fell away from the blue-faced man who now gasped for breath.
Nemesis stepped back a few paces and pressing two of her fingers into the opposite hand's palm, whispered a couple of near silent words.
The man by now had regained his normal coloring and got to his feet unsteadily. His sword lied beside his feet, but he didn't pick it up yet. The woman he was fighting appeared to be summoning something. He recalled the rumor that had been spread about how she now frequently summoned the souls of demons, dead or alive, to fight for her. But that’s all it was right? Just a rumor?
Nemesis lifted her head and stared at her now standing opponent from the depths of the hood. The two stood motionless, as if waiting for the other to move first.
Her adversary, realizing that she wasn't about to move, decided to take things into his own hands. He picked up his fallen sword and seeing no great danger summoned by Nemesis, smirked.
"What? No demon to hide behind, my pet?" he sneered.
Nemesis reached up her hand and a small fairy, no bigger than her smallest finger, black as a moonless night, rose into the air unbeknownst to her adversary. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I mean, bitch," he said. "Everyone knows that you steal souls to fight for you."
He heard her sigh. "You caught me. I do steal souls. And yes, I've summoned one to 'hide behind', as you say. My demon is here. No worries, however, you'll be introduced soon enough."
He laughed. Then, trying to surprise Nemesis, charged once again. Sensing a threat to the Demon Dancer, the tiny fairy flew forward and transformed into an eleven foot tall being. Two red eyes blazed with contempt and absolute fury above a hooked nose. Its skin was cracked, as if it had been roasted in a roaring inferno of flame, and underneath red was seen, whether it be blood or mere heat was unknown. In it's clawed hand was a small, charred, wooden puppet.
The man blanched visibly.
"It's name's PuppetMaster," she said lightly to her now quivering opponent. "And," she continued. "It's just about to perform a puppet show for the audience. And guess who gets to be the puppet."
Sweat began to run down his face and Nemesis, along with the audience, saw the gathering wetness on the man's pants. The coward had pissed himself.
Nemesis' eyes narrowed. Pathetic, she thought.
PuppetMaster's face cracked and flakes of burnt flesh floating to the ground as it smiled. It's raspy voice spoke.
"Dance, my puppet. Dance."
With that, Nemesis watched as chains of flame connected her adversary to the wooden toy. The man’s right arm was connected to the marionette’s right arm and so forth. The fiery chains had shot straight through flesh and bone. He screamed. And screamed some more as PuppetMaster began to jerk the puppet's strings. No blood was spilt as the wounds were burned over by the flames that engulfed the chain. Minuets felt like hours to Nemesis as she watched her demon unrelentingly "dance" the man. Her adversary was bent into the most impossible positions. The sound of the man’s bones splintering and joints popping in and out of place could be heard throughout the stadium. In the stands, more than a handful of viewers cringed and looked away. The rest however loved the show to no end.
Finally PuppetMaster stopped and Nemesis' opponent hung from the burning chains, sobbing silently. Nemesis noted with a wrinkle of her offended nose that he'd lost power over his bowels .
"Finish it," she commanded PuppetMaster in a quiet voice.
PuppetMaster nodded once. The charred puppet disappeared, but the chains were still held by the demon soul. With a quick movement, it tore her opponent in two. The halves of the corpse were tossed into the midst of the ecstatic fans.
As the halves were mutilated even farther by blood hungry demons, a small light floated from where the body had been when ripped in two to Nemesis who stood with her hand outstretched. It was her opponent's poor spirit. By defeating him in battle, he'd forfeited his very soul to the Demon Dancer. Closing her hand, the light was extinguished and never seen again.
Then, as she suddenly turned and strode off the arena, pausing only to replace her cloak about her shoulders, PuppetMaster shrunk to its original fairy size and then disappeared with a tiny puff of smoke. The roaring of the fans could be heard for miles around as she returned to Damien’s side.
Nemesis and her team were declared victorious and, just as they intended, their team was once again re-established as the reigning Dark Tournament Champions. Damien, however, wasn't placated with just the title; he wanted to publicly destroy the ones who'd challenged him: Team Uremeshi.
As the current Dark Tournament Champions, Team Kyrios declared that they were the best and none could better them. Especially the Uremeshi team. The challenge had been given.