darkslayer13
Enma Katana no Kami
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Sparda walked into the large building he'd gotten his call from. The customer had the password, so he was eligible for service, but the line was cut off before he could say what had happened. The building served as evidence of that. It was completely trashed, and blood stained the walls. However, strangely, there were no bodies. Sparda, wielding the Yamato in his hands and Rebellion on his back, continued to walk through the building and stopped when something hissed at him. Three Blades appeared from nowhere behind him, but with one fell swoop, they were all dead. Sparda laughed heartily.
"No challenge. Although..." He trailed off as he looked around. "I should've gotten here sooner. Oh well. They can't have gotten all of them." He made to leave, but stopped when he heard another thump behind him. A sneak attack, eh? He thought, and turned around to use the same strategy when he felt metal touch metal and he was sent flying. He managed to spring back up on his feet soon enough though. His opponent was surprisingly muscular, but unsurprisingly scaled, with a long snout and tail. What was especially surprising was it's nearly human voice.
"A human? But you smell like him..."
"Another admirer? Sorry, I'm busy. No autographs."
"You're Sparda, aren't you? You'll pay for what you did to me."
"Another revenge plot, too? Why am I unsurprised?"
Sparda brandished Yamato, swinging around gracefully as a show of skill. His opponent didn't so much as even flinch when the sword nearly met his snout. He merely stood still.
"You let me be turned into this... This thing! I used to be at least half human, but now look! Stuck like this forever. Because you didn't help."
Sparda was puzzled. The way this demon talked and held his sword seemed oddly familiar, as if this demon used to be close to him. The demon grunted and held his sword outward, and then it clicked for Sparda.
"Have we met?"
The demon gritted his teeth. And stabbed his sword into the floor forcefully.
"Now you remember? You FORGOT? You bastard... I'm Xevnas. Remember? I helped you fight Argosax many years ago. And you let the demonic energy overflow me and turn me into this beast!" He grabbed his sword quickly and flew forward, intent on killing Sparda. Sparda deflected the blows, but staggered. Xevnas had found his opening. However, it was a ruse, and Xevnas was pinned to a wall, both the Yamato and the Greshall's Spine stuck in his gut. Xevnas, defiantly, spat his green blood at Sparda
Sparda walked to the demon pinned to the wall to take a closer look at it. He recalled memories of fighting Argosax, in the time he'd fought alongside the Via de Marli . One particular face surfaced in his mind, one of his elite - he'd recognise that voice and fighting style anywhere. He'd been quite the character with his ability to shift his forms. Sparda never did know what had happened to his fighting companion after Argosax had been sealed away.
"Xevnas?" Sparda asked, and the demon locked his eyes with Sparda.
"So now you remember. I still hate you." Xevnas removed the swords from his chest with eye-defying speed.
He threw the Yamato at Sparda, who caught the weapon easily.
"What did I do to earn your hate?" Sparda asked as Xevnas rushed at him, pointing his weapon at Sparda. With a brief flash of steel the two weapons met with a sharp clash.
"I was forced to live like this." Xevnas said, trying to grab Sparda by the neck.
Xevnas's grip on his weapon losened. Sparda made good use of the opening and exerted more force on Yamato, sending the sword clattering from Xevnas's hand. The tip of the katana left a deep gash from his shoulder to his chest, slicing through his scaly exterior like a hot knife through butter. Xevnas avoided another swipe with a sideroll, snatching his sword up in the process.
"We will see each other again," Xevnas vowed, "And then this wound will be yours."
Sparda moved, but Xevnas was quicker to evade another blow. He leapt through the window, sending glass raining down. Sparda rushed to the window and looked outside. Xevnas was nowhere to be seen.
"What have I done now?" He muttered quietly, running a hand down his face.
He left the building, keeping an eye out for any sign of where Xevnas might have gone. There was blood on the whitewashed sidewalk, but the trail seemed to run dead several blocks further, in the midst of the busiest part of the city.
Sparda surveyed the area closely. If a scaly monstrosity with a sword had come running through here, the people gave no sign of it. They all bustled along on their way, undeterred. He glanced at the roofs of the buildings, wondering if Xevnas had gone up and out of sight. There was a pet store to his right, a cafe to his left, a busy supermarket on the corner. There were no dark alleys where he could be hiding, and since no one was screaming their heads off, Xevnas must have taken to the roo-
His eye fell on a pale face staring back at him from the large glass wall of the supermarket. Ah, so Xevnas wasn't that stealthy. Sparda strolled toward the sliding glass doors. The pale face turned and followed his movements.
He stepped into the noisy store and started toward the person.
The spectator was a young woman with golden hair that came down to her hips like a veil of silk. She was slowly backing away from the window she'd been peering out of - and slowly backing away from him. Her face went even paler when her blue eyes lifted to focus on him.
Sparda eased his own pace. She backed up against a wall, and frantically looked around. Not another screamer, Sparda thought despondently. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned up against the window right in front of her.
"So...seen any lizards around lately?" he demanded.
He thought she might actually faint for a moment. He scowled at her, and lightened his tone. "I mean, a friend of mine came by here not long ago. He's tall, big, ugly...green." Sparda said, giving her a half-smile. "From the look on your face, I'm guessing you saw him. Know which way he went?"
"He...he had a wound...he was bleeding from his chest." She found her voice, pressing a hand to her own chest and sending a look out the window again. "Did you know he's-"
"I don't have time for girls who are soft on cold-blooded reptiles. Which way did he go?" Sparda interrupted.
The girl blinked at him, startled, and his scowl spread to her own delicate face. Her eyes flashed back at him.
"I don't know."
Sparda smirked and shook his head at her. "Don't play games with me. Tell me which way the lizard went, or else."
"Or else what?"
She had some nerve in her to question him - and a fierceness to boot. He straightened up and observed her with mild amusement. "Or else I'll make a scene, and believe me, darling, you don't want me to make a scene. Which way did he go?"
She pursed her lips, and scoffed back at him, her scowl deepening. "Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. For all I know, you're the one who hurt him."
"Yes, it's called self-defence. I'll ask you one last time. Where did he go?"
"Go jump off a cliff." She cut back.
Sparda let out a short, annoyed chuckle and leaned his hand against the wall beside her. Her eyes flicked from his hand to his face, to the katana at his side and back to meet his gaze dead on. Like a bewildered little bird trapped in the hunter's cage.
"Useless. Absolutely useless." Sparda hissed, and she flinched at the iciness in his voice. He pushed himself away from her and turned to march out the supermarket, his mood foul. What was wrong with the woman? Why did she want to protect something that could tear her to shreds without remorse? Damn human!
If Xevnas had been there, he was now too far away for Sparda to possibly begin tracking him. Damn human, Sparda swore again, grimly heading in the direction of his home.
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this chapter was contributed by
Dreadnought DT
The Crazy Demon
Clairavance.
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Chapter 1:
What Once Was.
What Once Was.
Sparda walked into the large building he'd gotten his call from. The customer had the password, so he was eligible for service, but the line was cut off before he could say what had happened. The building served as evidence of that. It was completely trashed, and blood stained the walls. However, strangely, there were no bodies. Sparda, wielding the Yamato in his hands and Rebellion on his back, continued to walk through the building and stopped when something hissed at him. Three Blades appeared from nowhere behind him, but with one fell swoop, they were all dead. Sparda laughed heartily.
"No challenge. Although..." He trailed off as he looked around. "I should've gotten here sooner. Oh well. They can't have gotten all of them." He made to leave, but stopped when he heard another thump behind him. A sneak attack, eh? He thought, and turned around to use the same strategy when he felt metal touch metal and he was sent flying. He managed to spring back up on his feet soon enough though. His opponent was surprisingly muscular, but unsurprisingly scaled, with a long snout and tail. What was especially surprising was it's nearly human voice.
"A human? But you smell like him..."
"Another admirer? Sorry, I'm busy. No autographs."
"You're Sparda, aren't you? You'll pay for what you did to me."
"Another revenge plot, too? Why am I unsurprised?"
Sparda brandished Yamato, swinging around gracefully as a show of skill. His opponent didn't so much as even flinch when the sword nearly met his snout. He merely stood still.
"You let me be turned into this... This thing! I used to be at least half human, but now look! Stuck like this forever. Because you didn't help."
Sparda was puzzled. The way this demon talked and held his sword seemed oddly familiar, as if this demon used to be close to him. The demon grunted and held his sword outward, and then it clicked for Sparda.
"Have we met?"
The demon gritted his teeth. And stabbed his sword into the floor forcefully.
"Now you remember? You FORGOT? You bastard... I'm Xevnas. Remember? I helped you fight Argosax many years ago. And you let the demonic energy overflow me and turn me into this beast!" He grabbed his sword quickly and flew forward, intent on killing Sparda. Sparda deflected the blows, but staggered. Xevnas had found his opening. However, it was a ruse, and Xevnas was pinned to a wall, both the Yamato and the Greshall's Spine stuck in his gut. Xevnas, defiantly, spat his green blood at Sparda
Sparda walked to the demon pinned to the wall to take a closer look at it. He recalled memories of fighting Argosax, in the time he'd fought alongside the Via de Marli . One particular face surfaced in his mind, one of his elite - he'd recognise that voice and fighting style anywhere. He'd been quite the character with his ability to shift his forms. Sparda never did know what had happened to his fighting companion after Argosax had been sealed away.
"Xevnas?" Sparda asked, and the demon locked his eyes with Sparda.
"So now you remember. I still hate you." Xevnas removed the swords from his chest with eye-defying speed.
He threw the Yamato at Sparda, who caught the weapon easily.
"What did I do to earn your hate?" Sparda asked as Xevnas rushed at him, pointing his weapon at Sparda. With a brief flash of steel the two weapons met with a sharp clash.
"I was forced to live like this." Xevnas said, trying to grab Sparda by the neck.
Xevnas's grip on his weapon losened. Sparda made good use of the opening and exerted more force on Yamato, sending the sword clattering from Xevnas's hand. The tip of the katana left a deep gash from his shoulder to his chest, slicing through his scaly exterior like a hot knife through butter. Xevnas avoided another swipe with a sideroll, snatching his sword up in the process.
"We will see each other again," Xevnas vowed, "And then this wound will be yours."
Sparda moved, but Xevnas was quicker to evade another blow. He leapt through the window, sending glass raining down. Sparda rushed to the window and looked outside. Xevnas was nowhere to be seen.
"What have I done now?" He muttered quietly, running a hand down his face.
He left the building, keeping an eye out for any sign of where Xevnas might have gone. There was blood on the whitewashed sidewalk, but the trail seemed to run dead several blocks further, in the midst of the busiest part of the city.
Sparda surveyed the area closely. If a scaly monstrosity with a sword had come running through here, the people gave no sign of it. They all bustled along on their way, undeterred. He glanced at the roofs of the buildings, wondering if Xevnas had gone up and out of sight. There was a pet store to his right, a cafe to his left, a busy supermarket on the corner. There were no dark alleys where he could be hiding, and since no one was screaming their heads off, Xevnas must have taken to the roo-
His eye fell on a pale face staring back at him from the large glass wall of the supermarket. Ah, so Xevnas wasn't that stealthy. Sparda strolled toward the sliding glass doors. The pale face turned and followed his movements.
He stepped into the noisy store and started toward the person.
The spectator was a young woman with golden hair that came down to her hips like a veil of silk. She was slowly backing away from the window she'd been peering out of - and slowly backing away from him. Her face went even paler when her blue eyes lifted to focus on him.
Sparda eased his own pace. She backed up against a wall, and frantically looked around. Not another screamer, Sparda thought despondently. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned up against the window right in front of her.
"So...seen any lizards around lately?" he demanded.
He thought she might actually faint for a moment. He scowled at her, and lightened his tone. "I mean, a friend of mine came by here not long ago. He's tall, big, ugly...green." Sparda said, giving her a half-smile. "From the look on your face, I'm guessing you saw him. Know which way he went?"
"He...he had a wound...he was bleeding from his chest." She found her voice, pressing a hand to her own chest and sending a look out the window again. "Did you know he's-"
"I don't have time for girls who are soft on cold-blooded reptiles. Which way did he go?" Sparda interrupted.
The girl blinked at him, startled, and his scowl spread to her own delicate face. Her eyes flashed back at him.
"I don't know."
Sparda smirked and shook his head at her. "Don't play games with me. Tell me which way the lizard went, or else."
"Or else what?"
She had some nerve in her to question him - and a fierceness to boot. He straightened up and observed her with mild amusement. "Or else I'll make a scene, and believe me, darling, you don't want me to make a scene. Which way did he go?"
She pursed her lips, and scoffed back at him, her scowl deepening. "Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. For all I know, you're the one who hurt him."
"Yes, it's called self-defence. I'll ask you one last time. Where did he go?"
"Go jump off a cliff." She cut back.
Sparda let out a short, annoyed chuckle and leaned his hand against the wall beside her. Her eyes flicked from his hand to his face, to the katana at his side and back to meet his gaze dead on. Like a bewildered little bird trapped in the hunter's cage.
"Useless. Absolutely useless." Sparda hissed, and she flinched at the iciness in his voice. He pushed himself away from her and turned to march out the supermarket, his mood foul. What was wrong with the woman? Why did she want to protect something that could tear her to shreds without remorse? Damn human!
If Xevnas had been there, he was now too far away for Sparda to possibly begin tracking him. Damn human, Sparda swore again, grimly heading in the direction of his home.
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this chapter was contributed by
Dreadnought DT
The Crazy Demon
Clairavance.