Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Iridescent Caress ❯ Bloody Prophecies ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

Bloody Prophecies

With a sickening crunch skull met black stone. A small track of sticky crimson made it was way through black hair and down the neck. Bloodshot blue eyes opened painfully and he let out a small moan.

"Are you ready to speak yet?" The voice was cold with malice and rage. A white hand came out of the darkness and latched on to the other throat. With a gentle push skull met stone again, and another groan cut through the dark. "No?" Red eyes flashed and the arm contorted, sending the other flying into another wall. Another sickening crunch, and the blue eyes stayed closed.

"No, your not dead yet. You can't fool me." The red eyes flashed, and the hand met throat again. Torchlight flickered unsteadily as the man was raised into the air. A leering face came into the light, white skinned and red eyed. Pointed ears rose behind the wave of bright red hair. Claws pricked the throat, and small rivulets of blood began a decent along the skin. "Tell me the Prophecy." The demon whispered.

"I…won't" The other got out weakly, eyes clenched against the pain. His body danged weakly, and his breathing came in rasps, like someone with broken ribs. His black hair was disheveled and a pair of dragon-like wings hung from his body.

"You are brave." The demon said, voice dripping with sarcasm. With another twist the other man was smashed into a wall. This time the skull cracked the stone, and the body slumped into a heap on the floor. Blood spilled over the forehead and dripped onto the stone beneath.

"Tell me." The demon whispered again, moving silently through the dark. The whispered words seemed to fill the dark, surrounding the bleeding male on the floor. The demon picked him up by the throat again and held him aloft while blood dripped to the floor. Blue eyes squinted open and met red. "Tell me, and I'll make your death a quick one."

He was taking stock of his injuries. A half smashed skull. At least half his rib cage broken. A broken wrist. Excessive blood loss. Both wings snapped. He wasn't going to hold out much longer. He half open his eyes and glared at his torturer. The demon laughed.

"Yes, you are intimidating." More sarcasm. "So, are you going to tell me? I tire of this game. But I can keep throwing you much longer than you can stay alive. So what's it going to be?" The demon grinned, showing pointed incisors. In the air, he opened his mouth and spat blood at the demons face.

The demon simply caught the blood in his mouth and swallowed like a man enjoying something rich and delectable. With a sneer he was thrown into another wall. "You know." The demon said, moving toward his prey, "I like the taste of your blood. Maybe I'll drink it as you die."

"You bastard." The man on the floor wheezed as he clutched his chest.

"Now now." The demon said, squatting before the bleeding male. "Its not nice to call people names." He put one clawed finger beneath the others chin and lifted his face. "I think I'm done being insulted by you. Either tell me or I will extract it by force."

"I won't tell you, you son of a bitch."

"Very well." The demon let out a wild cry, and the man on the floor yelled in insurmountable pain. As the demon continued his screeching, the man began to yell the words.

The Dark Tournaments begun,

The players compete

A strong team is born

Different then ever been seen.

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Two humans, a kitsune, a demon of fire

An aging psychic all will conspire.

And take this ancient custom by force,

Though the battles are grave, sprinkled with remorse.

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And when done is done,

The team on the top,

Its this new one,

You see, there stronger than though.

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But a new battle will face them,

For death dodges there steps.

When the eye of the moon,

Is round as the sun.

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A friend will be lost,

Consumed by the hate,

And Four will continue,

Never sedate.

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And the elements will seduce,

When they come to the gate,

One may be lost,

In this pivotal state.

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What they seek is a mystery

No one has read,

The prizes are rich,

If they don't wind up dead.

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And only a force,

With both bravery and strife,

May find what they seek

On silver bladed knife.

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But the evil they face, my prevail nonetheless,

If they fail in there loft quest.

And the black cloud will spread, its power complete,

If the dragon collects the jem to her keep.

The demon finished screeching as the man finished reciting. "Very good Ezekiel." A female voice came from the dark, smooth as velvet, hard and precise as a blade edge.

"Thank you, milady. Shall I dispose of the body?" The demon, Ezekiel, bowed to were the voice was coming from.

"Yes. We have no further need. The other two, when…persuaded, told us the same thing. Do as you wish with him." The woman turned and walked away, boot heels clicking on the stone. There was a soft rustle that accompanied the clicks, like a cloak swishing, or a pair of wings folding.

As the woman made her way down the sparsely lit halls, she let a small smile grace her lips. Every thing is going according to plan. She thought. My foolish brother had no idea what he was getting himself into. And neither do these boys. My messenger had already been sent to Spirit World, and Koenma will send them here. After all, what are Spirit Detectives good for if not to send them into the bowels of the Makai? She laughed, gold green eyes glinting as she ascended the stairs to leave the dungeons.

Behind her, the demon Ezekiel fed on the broken body of her brother.