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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maou. I only own the sympathy I have to anyone harmed or still feeling the effects from the recent hurricane, and to the families who have suffered from the tragedy of 9/11.

Chapter 12 – Maou Unleashed

"It's people like you that make it hard for me to keep my promises as Maou, to always protect and serve and help my people. People like you who cause pain and suffering to those around them, regardless of how important they are to someone else. But I will promise this to you," Yuuri paused, his adrenaline and anger building, "by the time I am finished, you, WILL, know pain."

Ignorant of how powerful a pissed off Yuuri really was, Brookstone readied his sword in challenge. "Show me what you got."

Yuuri nodded. "As you wish…."

Yuuri stepped in front of Wolfram’s unconscious body. Brookstone was ready for any attack that would have been thrown at him. A sinister grin on his face, he couldn’t help but tremble with excitement from the anticipation of another fight, a fight that actually included him against the Demon King himself.

So when Yuuri turned around and picked Wolfram up from the ground and held him bridal style instead of charging at him, Brookstone couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. “Hey! What’s the big idea?! I thought you were going to come at me!”

Yuuri ignored him and said nothing in response. Brookstone began to get irritated.

“What kind of shit it this? He’s dead already ain’t he? C’mon! Let’s fight! I’ll kill you too so you can be with the little whore in the other world if you want! Why don’t you-” Brookstone didn’t get to finish his sentence or even think about what happened next before a stream of water came flying at him. Not able to dodge, Brookstone closed his eyes, preparing for the feel of impact. Instead he felt the ground move and a pillar of dirt launching him into the air, causing him to narrowly avoid the oncoming attack.

Barely escaping injury, Brookstone looked behind him to see Yama with his hands clapped together, having hastily rescued Brookstone from an attack that would have surely killed him at such speed.

Yuuri said nothing as he turned his back to Brookstone once the ninja landed back on the ground, and then began walking to the front gate, cuddling Wolfram in his arms. The blond’s face rested peacefully against Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Brookstone!” Sai called out. He had stopped interrogating Murata and left him alone to regroup with everyone else in the middle of the courtyard. He realized now they had a survival situation on their hands. Brookstone made his way to the group, moving somewhat dejectedly. He looked at Yama. “I could have handled it on my own ya know.”

Heather smacked him upside his head. “Idiot. He just saved you, as if you’re worth saving.” Brookstone glared at her. “Watch it wrench. I could-”

“Brookstone, count your blessings that your life was spared. Your arrogance and foolishness would have surely gotten you killed.” Sai said.

“But let me go at him again, he’s just a kid! He can’t beat me when I’m on guard. He couldn’t even get away from us in the castle!”

“Again,” Sai interjected, “your ignorance proves fatal. He is a lot stronger than he appears. The only reason he did not attempt anything before while hostage was out of concern for his people. Now that you’ve injured his fiancé, it’s highly likely that he’ll come after us full force. Now we have to either kill him, or retreat, should the opportunity arise.”

“Kill him? I thought we couldn’t?”

“Remember the details of the mission we were given. He is not the main priority of our ultimate goal. We must survive if we plan to complete our lord’s wishes.”

“Oh yeah…”

“So in other words, shut the hell up, follow orders, and be happy your ghastly self is still alive.” Adrian agreed. Brookstone said nothing, remaining in quiet contempt, although his expression clearly showed he yearned to finish arguing his piece.

“Commander, if I may ask, if retreating is an option, why not now, is this not an opportunity?” Heather asked.

“After what has happened, and the state anger and resentment the Maou is currently in, do you really think he’ll just let us leave as we please?” Lyel answered for him.

She didn’t have to think about the answer.

At the front gate, Yuuri held Wolfram in his arms with his chin resting on the blonds’ forehead. His eyes rested back into those recognizable by his friends. The thunder and lightening had declined slightly and the heavy downpour of rain had eased into a steady rhythm. Murata ran to meet up with them. “Bout time Shibuya, although a couple of minutes wouldn’t have been so bad either.” His face turned serious. “I know you, and I know what you’re about to do. Don’t do it Shibuya, let them leave.”

Yuuri looked at him with a dark, blank expression. “Come on, they won’t mess with us now. Just let them be.” Yuuri still said nothing.

Murata sighed and looked at Wolfram. “Is he alright?” Yuuri nodded. Just then Conrad and Yozak came up to them. Behind them were soldiers holding up an injured and cursing Gwendal, and soldiers carrying Gunter’s unconscious form.

“Yuuri! Are you alright? What’s going on with you?” Conrad saw Wolfram’s body. Instantly he thought the worse. “Oh no, Wolfram’s not… is he?”

Yuuri squeezed Wolfram a bit tighter and shook his head. “He’ll be fine.” He said in a low voice.

Panting, Gwendal sat down and leaned against the gate. “What happened?”

Yuuri turned to Conrad, squeezing Wolfram in his arms. “I need you to take him Conrad.” Conrad didn’t understand what was going on, but did so anyway, noticing Yuuri’s obvious grimace when he extended his arms, as did Murata. The reason why became very apparent once Wolfram was in Conrad’s arms. Murata looked back at the blond, then at Yuuri.

He narrowed his eyes. “Shibuya, care to explain why you have a large stab wound in the same exact spot I witnessed von Bielefeld stabbed in, whereas his wound seems to have disappeared and, as I recall, a sword never touched you?” All eyes were on Yuuri and his injury.

Yuuri stared blankly at the spot on Wolfram where the wound once was. “I traded places with him, in a sense. His wound was too deep to heal, so I took the wound and borrowed some energy from him using the connection we have, but in exchange he had to take some of my fatigue, which is why he’s so tired. Even though I couldn’t heal it completely, I managed to stop the bleeding, for now at least.”

“Shibuya, that’s crazy. If the wound was too deep to heal for Wolfram, and you can’t heal it on yourself, what makes you think you’ll survive it?”

“I don’t.”

Yozak was confused. “Wait what? What do you mean, you don’t? Kid, are you trying to say you basically took a fatal wound, willingly, with no guarantee of survival, and judging from the look of you, not even a guarantee of a few more hours?”

Yuuri nodded.

“And he’s planning on going out there to fight all seven of them at once.” Murata added.

“Are you insane?! They’ll kill you before you bleed out! Ugh!” Gwendal grunted, more from the absurdity of Yuuri’s idea than from his injury, although both played a factor. Conrad’s eyes widened. “Yuuri, are you even able to fight at full strength with that wound?”

“No.”

“Kid, I’m all for doing the heroic, noble, kingly thing or whatever, but you’re pushing this kinda far.” Yozak said. “And the soldiers aren’t even able to lay a hand on them. But still, you’re going to need help. It’ll be pushing it but I can still go for a while, and Conrad-”

“I’m doing this alone.” Yuuri said.

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Why are you so damn stupid?!” (Grunt)

“Shibuya, I know you’ve grown since we’ve first returned to Shin Makoku, and you’re somewhat stronger, but tell me, do you even realize what you’re death, as the Maou, would do to the people of this land, to this world, to us…,” he put a slight pause, “to Wolfram…”

Instantly there was a sharp crackle of lightening very close to the castle. The steady rhythm of rain increased dramatically. Yuuri backed away so he could look at Murata, Yozak, Gwendal, Conrad, and Wolfram at the same time.

“Don’t, talk, to me, about my death. Do not, talk, to me, about my death affecting the people. Do any of you understand what it’s like to have to be the King, and to have people die just so someone can get to you? Do you?! Do you know what it’s like to have you friends and family constantly in harm’s way just so someone can use you?”

Gwendal got another wrinkle on his forehead. “It’s part of being a soldier! We make sacrifices because we can’t put the Maou in harm’s way! Put your stupid pride aside and accept help! Yuuri you’re the Maou, we’re-”

“Shut up! Don’t ‘Yuuri you’re the Maou’ me! It’s because I’m the Maou that it’s my fault for everyone getting hurt! Look around you! These men out here are injured and dead, dead! Just because of me. Look at Gunter right now and tell me if you think he wants to take a beating like this everyday just to protect me just because I’m the Maou. Look at yourself Gwendal! Look at Greta, and tell me if it’s okay for my 13 year old daughter, a child, your niece, to be taken hostage and nearly killed in the name of protecting the Maou! Screw that! And if that’s not enough, look at Wolfram! Look at him!” Even though it was easily missed in the mist of the rain, Yuuri’s tears raced down the sides of his face due to his frustration and sadness. He took a deep breath.

“The only reason I agreed to become Maou, was to prevent things like this. So that one day we will all be able to get along without causing conflict that results in casualties like this. I’ve sworn to protect anyone and everyone by any means necessary, that includes you guys, Anissina, Gisela, Lady Cecile, Greta, the people here, the people of the land, and the people that look up to me, and most of all, Wolfram.”

“Yuuri,-”

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree, but right now, I don’t care. This is not just some random option up for debate. Right now, none of you are capable of fighting, except for maybe Conrad. And Conrad, since you’re the only one who can fight, I need you to stay and protect everyone else just in case something happens and they head towards everyone. It’s easier for me to fight knowing you’re here to protect them and I can fight without distractions or worrying about anyone getting hurt. I want to do this, this is something I have to, need, to do.” Yuuri stood firm and held his position, making it clear there was no room for any other objections regardless if anyone had them or not. Yuuri was still tired, and he was wounded, and his power wasn’t at his max, but his will was as strong as ever. His friends protected him all this time, and he was hell bent on doing the same. In his black eyes, nothing else could be found but a strong, set determination.

“Very well then.” Conrad said after a long pause. Yozak shook his head and sighed. “Well, I guess it’s not like we can stop him anyway. Kid is too stubborn, but in truth my body’s aching and I’m straining to move. I guess he makes a valid point.”

“For once.” Gwendal added.

“Be careful Shibuya.” Yuuri nodded. “Take care and watch after Wolfram for me. Move away from here if you can. No causalities.” Yozak heard and began ordering the soldiers to move away from the courtyard, carrying fallen comrades with them.

“It’s best if we get out of this rain. Let’s move into the castle.” Murata suggested. Everyone agreed and began helping each other up to make the transition.

Yuuri gave everyone one last glance and Wolfram one longing stare before turning his attention towards the group standing and waiting farther away in the courtyard. He began his walk towards the ninjas, ready to fight this battle alone.

And win.

“It seems as if the Demon King finally approaches.” Lyel observed.

“Does everyone remember what I have said?” Sai asked.

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes Commander.”

“Gotcha.”

“Good. Do not stray from that line of thought and do not act upon irrational impulse. Most likely you will die.”

Yuuri walked until he was only about 20ft. away from the ninjas. All seven were present and armed and ready. He looked around and saw that the soldiers heeded Yozak’s word and have mostly moved into the castle. Some straddled the corners of the castle walls and others pressed against it. Either way there was a lot of distance between him and everyone else. It was a good thing it was a big courtyard.

Yuuri took a deep breath as his heart was pounding unbelievably fast. ‘Yuuri, caution is of upmost vital importance. Our power is only at about a half. It is dangerous to let loose and charge into the dark without a light. There is the chance of overexerting yourself and that could prove fatal.’

‘Thanks for the vote of confidence.’ Yuuri said sarcastically. He took another deep breath. Sai was staring him down.

“Yuuri Heika, are you sure you want to go through with this? You appear to have suffered a rather serious injury. It would be suicide to take on all seven of us, in which we would have no choice but to kill you.”

“I cannot forgive what you’ve done here,” and he glanced at Brookstone, clenching his fist, “and who you’ve wronged.” Yuuri reached his hand into the air. “Morgif!” he called.

From inside the castle, inside the treasure room, the Demon King’s sword heard its calling. As if it was nothing, he burst from his holder and through the castle ceiling, then shot downward, aiming straight for Yuuri’s hand.

“OoOo.” The sword moaned as it landed in Yuuri’s hand.

‘Be careful.’ The Maou warned again. Yuuri was concentrating on his opponents. His expression was stern and intense as he tried to remember every little thing from his sword training.

Sai watched the sword go to Yuuri. “I thought as much. Alright, you all know what to do.”

The ninjas formed up in an arrow-like formation. Adrian and Heather stood side-by-side in the front, with Brookstone, Sai, and Kane in the middle, and Lyel behind them, and Yama behind him, bringing up the rear. All except Yama had their swords drawn and were ready to attack.

Yuuri didn’t budge, not impressed in the least. He momentarily closed his eyes, using his power to create a thick armor of water from the rain to protect him. Morgif moaned and whined with excitement and anticipation. Yuuri held the sword up to him, looking at the old face on the sword. “Morgif, I need you now, please don’t let me down.” The sword moaned again, literally trembling in Yuuri’s hand.

Yuuri clasped the handle tight and lowered the sword back to his side, once again using his powers in order to upgrade Morgif’s blade, making it so a small twister of water surrounded it, spinning fast enough to almost make the blade disappear. Clenching his left hand, a giant, signature water dragon formed behind Yuuri, bearing it’s fangs in intimidating fashion. Yuuri was ready.

“Oh, this looks it might be some fun after all.” Kane commented. Lyel gripped his sword tighter. “Just don’t underestimate him.”

For only a few moments, it seemed Yuuri’s and Sai’s eyes met. It seemed as if there was no one else there except for them, like an intense stare-down with tension so thick it could suffocate a dragon. Neither one said a word, the sky cackling with lightening and roaring with thunder once again, and the rain came down as if they were standing directly under a waterfall, drenching them but not affecting their concentration in the least. Sai’s eyes seemed to home in on Yuuri’s now once again all black one’s. One particular bolt of lightening struck in the courtyard awfully close to the ninjas, making the spectator’s ears ring.

“Let’s finish this.” Sai gave the signal.

The ninjas charged at unbelievable speed, the same speed that was used to overthrow Yuuri’s friends, but this time, Yuuri used his powers to help control his body and launch himself at an even faster and unnatural rate than them, going right through the middle of their formation. From an observer’s point of view, both sides seemed to move in a blur.

This was a surprise to the ninjas, but they were on guard and dodged the oncoming attack, but only barely. In avoiding Yuuri, Brookstone failed to notice the water dragon aiming straight for him until the last second. He turned and upon seeing it, swung his sword instead of dodging again, yet, the dragon is made of water, so Brookstone’s sword went right through it. The dragon clamped his mouth down hard, an even if Brookstone couldn’t hurt it, it definitely could hurt him. Its mouth was almost as big as Sai. The dragon’s teeth landed in Brookstone’s right arm and leg, crushing them with its tremendous force, then carried him up high into the air, nearly even with the top of the castle. Yuuri rocket launched himself up there to meet and get right in Brookstone’s pained face as he was crying out in distress. The sound of the thunder around them at this altitude was nearly unbearable.

“AAGGHH! You stupid brat!! Let me go!!! AAghh!”

“This is where I keep my promise. This, is for Wolfram.” Yuuri held Morgif in both hands like a baseball bat and pulled it behind him. The dragon let go of Brookstone and Yuuri swung the sword as hard as he could, connecting around the same spot on Brookstone that was injured on Wolfram. A sickening bone-crushing sound could be heard from the blow of the Maou’s power and then a small whistle as Brookstone flew to the ground and crash landed, beaten, broken, and unconscious. One down, six to go.

Yuuri glided back down to the ground at a steady rate where the other six ninjas waited. Not wasting any time or allowing any break in the battle, Yuuri pointed Morgif forward and the giant water dragon went flying head-first towards them, making the ninjas jump out of the way.

As soon as Yuuri touched the ground, Lyel and Heather sprinted forward, making Yuuri launch himself backwards until a dirt pillar conjured by Yama came up behind him and blocked his path, then one on either side, trapping him. Lyel and Heather were still coming in fast. With nowhere else to go, Yuuri held Morgif out and shot a powerful stream of water towards them, sending them reeling.

‘Above you!’

Yuuri looked up just in time to see Sai diving in with sword in hand. Yuuri leapt forward just in time, narrowly avoiding the decapitating strike. He ended up tripping and landing on his injured side, grunting in pain and holding his injury, trying to catch his breath. “Over here cutie!”

Yuuri quickly turned his head left and immediately right there was Adrian, sword above his head. “Got you!” Yuuri closed his eyes and right before the sword connected with Yuuri’s neck, the water dragon appeared and saved him, grabbing and biting Adrian hard, taking him high into the air and then spiraling downwards into the ground hard, making Adrian headbutt the mud and stone, then lay in it.

Another one down, but before he could think to move, the ground underneath Yuuri shook and shot up, launching him into the air where Kane was waiting. Seeing the opportunity, Kane kicked him hard in the side, making Yuuri yell in agony and sending him flying downwards towards Lyel, who was ready and waiting to deliver the final strike with his sword. In too much pain and moving too fast to dodge, Yuuri strengthened his water armor at the last second.

Lyel waited, and right when it was time to cut Yuuri down, he swung his sword as swift and precise as he could, but against the Yuuri’s hardened water armor and his momentum, Lyel’s sword recoiled and went flying as Yuuri crashed into the ninja and the ground hard, even creating a crater in the ground. Neither one of them moved.

Murata, Conrad, Gwendal, and Yozak sat out of the way and out of the rain in the hallway nearest the courtyard where they could see everything. No one said anything as they watched their Maou fight with all he had against the ninjas that had seemed to easily overpower each one of them.

Murata stood up to stretched the stressed muscles in his body. He knew with every bone in his body this was bad. For one, Yuuri wasn’t the most skilled with a sword. Two, it’s seven on one, or at least was until Yuuri took some of them out. Three, Yuuri doesn’t have the ability to use his full potential. Four, he was wounded since the start of the fight, and he’s taking some heavy risk with every move he makes. He could go on and on about all the reasons he knew this was a bad idea, and he had a feeling it still was going to get worse. Still, worrying about it didn’t help matters or change anything. He chose to observe and note anything that seemed important, and support Yuuri.

Conrad and Yozak watched in silence, their mindset similar to that of Murata. However, no matter how worried they were, they couldn’t help but be somewhat impressed by the effort made by Yuuri, and even if his swordplay was lacking, his improved skill in power control and agility and more than improved speed made up for it. They thought the water dragon was a nice touch too.

“Well, I gotta say, you taught the kid some nice moves commander.” Yozak said. Still a spy, he never let the true extent of how he felt about anything be revealed. As usual he chose instead to use humor to hide behind.

Conrad said nothing. He was struggling with himself on the inside as to whether or not he should run out and aid Yuuri. He could understand everyone else not doing anything, they were all either too injured or incapable of fighting at the moment, but he was fine, the ninjas never even touched him, just made him dodge a lot. Come to think of it, it was as if they were toying with him instead of taking him seriously…

Murata noticed Conrad’s look. “Calm down, we all want to help, but remember, Shibuya is the Maou, and even in his condition he fairs a far better chance than any of us do.” Murata said. Conrad took a deep breath and tried to relax, unclenching muscles that he didn’t even know were flexed. He could feel the tension throughout his body from trying not to enter the fight.

“Agh, this is NOT what I had planned today.” Gwendal grunted. Though in no less pain, he seemed to cope better as his body seemed to numb, softening the effects for now. Yozak turned to him. “I don’t think any of us expected a predicament like this. Are you going to be alright? That guy got you pretty good back there...” Gwendal straightened up against the wall, somewhat awkwardly. “I’ll be fine, this is nothing new or something I can’t handle.”

“Hey guys!”

Everyone looked over towards the voice, seeing Anissina, Cecile, Greta, and most thankfully, Gisela, coming towards them. Immediately Cecile, Greta, and Gisela went to the limp Wolfram in Conrad’s arms, while Anissina went to look Gwendal over.

“Ah Gwendal, always have to play the noble soldier, don’t we?” She shook her head with a sad smile, her sky blue eyes shining of concern. It was obvious Gwendal’s midsection was damaged by the way he was acting, so she ran her hands along his arms and legs, checking for other signals of damaged areas. Gwendal shook his head. “No, the headfirst hero is your one of a kind Maou, out there fighting right now by himself instead of having help.”

Anissina put her fingers on Gwendal’s lips. “Ssh. You know very well if the situation was reversed, and you had the power while he was sitting here with broken bones, you would go out and do the same thing.” Gwendal grunted and turned his head back towards the fight, watching Yuuri dodge and duck from different attacks. Anissina smiled sadly, continuing her search.

Cecile’s eyes grew as she looked at the state everyone was in. “Oh Wolfie! Oh my poor Gwendal! Conrad, Yozak, Gunter…is everyone alright?” she asked in dramatic fashion. Gisela kneeled and swiped her hand, green and glowing, over Wolfram. “Yes, we’re alive for the most part.” Conrad replied.

“Wolfram seems fine, just exhausted.” Gisela announced. She laid her hand on his forehead just to give one last small boost of health, before doing the same to Conrad. “I’m fine Gisela, just some dirt really.” Gisela nodded before heading to Yozak. Greta took Wolfram’s hand, sadness evident in her round autumn eyes. She then looked out to where Yuuri was fighting. She was glad that one father was alright, but still, she had another father to worry about, out there fighting alone to protect all of them. Greta looked back at Wolfram and just for a second she thought she saw his eyelids flutter just the slightest bit.

Gisela checked Yozak to make sure he wasn’t mortally wounded or anything, and was about to proceed to Gwendal, when she suddenly stopped in mid-step. Murata noticed her sudden hesitation out of the corner of his eye. “Hm? What’s wrong Gisela?” He followed her eyes down to where against the wall just a few feet away from Gwendal sat Gunter, still knocked out.

“Father!” Gisela swiftly strode to where the man rested against the wall. She put a hand on him and started checking him. She gently placed a hand on his chin. “I saw what happened to him too, I hoped that this is the only place harmed.” Gunter’s jaw hung limply, was swollen, and was somewhat more loose than it was supposed to, suggesting that it’s dislocated. Although painful even with her hands, she could pop it back into place, but she’d have to wait until he woke back up. Besides that and the normal minor cuts and bruises, he seemed to be fine.

Letting him be, Gisela switched over to who needed her help most of all and most of her attention. She knelt beside Gwendal and Anissina, who was stroking Gwendal’s arm softly in a more reassuring gesture than anything else.

“Lay back, flat on your back.”

Gwendal did as she instructed, slowly and cautiously readjusting so he could stretch out on the ground without too much strain. All the movement reminded him very clearly that his body was not as numb as he thought, the pain proving it was still there. Gisela laid both hands over Gwendal’s chest and ribs, going straight to work in repairing broken bones and tissue.

Cecile sat down against the wall with her knees up. Her dress and hair were ruined thanks to the rain and mud, but none of it mattered to her. “Give him here Conrad.”

Conrad complied, gently shifting Wolfram so that he was lying on his mother instead. Cecile cuddle him against her bosom, holding him close with a hand stroking and caressing his blond, drenched, matted hair. Greta sat beside them, taking whatever comfort she could beside her resting father and grandmother.

No one said anything more for a few moments, everyone either occupied with someone or something els,e or lost in their own thoughts, but that was soon remedied. Everyone looked up as they heard a loud scream of pain in a voice all too familiar. Eyes scattered about looking for Yuuri as Kane had sent him flying, straight towards Lyel who was waiting.

“Shibuya!”

“Heika!”

“Yuuri!”

No one could see anything clearly through the rain and darkness, with only the lightening as the sole source of light. Everything was quiet.

“Yuuri!” Greta yelled. Nothing but her own echo in the hallway replied to her.

Conrad jumped up with sword in hand, and was ready to dash off towards where Yuuri landed. “No! Stop! You don’t know what happened, you could make things worse for Shibuya!” Murata yelled. Conrad was already out from the hallway and a few steps ahead in the rain by the time Murata said something. He stopped, heart pounding and contemplating whether or not to go. Seemingly without reason the rain suddenly stopped, along with the spontaneous thunder and lightening. It was too dark for Conrad to make anything out clearly, but he could see someone was moving in the small crater, but it was only one and he couldn’t tell who.

Was Yuuri alright?

The hit he took just then was one he really wouldn’t like to have to repeat again.

Coming back into consciousness, Yuuri rolled over, struggling to open his eyes and get up. The force of Kane’s kick combined with the impact of the crash into Lyel left him dazed, hurt, and partially confused. He was losing power and his armor was gone due to the lost. His wound in his side was now bleeding profoundly and he was coughing up blood. His left arm was dislocated and there was a prominent gash on his head, also bleeding.

On the ground next to him was Lyel, knocked out from the hit. Regardless of how he felt, Yuuri crashed full force into Lyel without the ninja having any protection, so Yuuri wouldn’t even be surprised if he was actually dead. Yuuri probably would be too if he didn’t make his armor stronger at the last second. Morgif was moaning on the ground next to him, wanting to help protect Yuuri. The stormy-like whether had ceased, the clouds shifted with part of the moon showing. Still, it was dark and he was barely able to make anything out.

‘Yuuri, this has gone too far. You are critically injured and will die if you keep sustaining injuries like this.’ The Maou said.

‘Shut up.’ Yuuri replied. He managed to move and got onto his knees, his body aching.

‘You know, now would be a great time to pop out since you’re supposedly the all-powerful Maou and all...’

‘Yuuri, you are the Maou. I am only here to make sure you are not absorbed by the power you contain, until you can one day control the full force and nature of it.’

‘Yeah, not the answer I was looking for…’

Yuuri coughed violently, blood shooting from his mouth. He looked up and saw shadow figures moving towards him. Judging by their height, he assumed it was Sai, Kane, Yama, and Heather approaching him, appearing to walk swiftly and cautiously. Yuuri pushed himself back onto wobbling legs. His breathing grew heavier and his vision was starting to blur. Yuuri looked around and noticed the water dragon was also gone, probably also due to Yuuri using up too much power. He picked up Morgif, still able to at least keep the twister of water that surrounded the sword alive for now, but for how long?

‘If you’re here because I can’t control all of our power yet, then that means there’s still some in reserve that’s not being used right?’

‘Yes, however, the power I contain is being held back because of your current state.’

Sai and the remaining ninjas were closing in.

‘Don’t you think that it’s more important that I can get some help now in my current state, before my current state is dead?’

‘Yuuri, it’s too dangerous. Physically you have a chance, but it’s low. To not be overthrown by it, is an even lower chance.’

‘Ugh, what are you talking about?’

‘First, you have to be able to contain it, because if you can’t, it will literally destroy your body from the inside out, providing a death by evaporation into nothingness. That’s the physical part. Secondly, our power is pure, meaning it has to be controlled by a pure heart once it is contained. If you’re heart is not pure, meaning free from any anger, vengeance, self-doubt, or any other negative motive or emotion, then our power will tap into that, and you will be ruled by those negative motives and emotions until you bring yourself to your ultimate downfall. The worst part is you may not even realize how you’ve changed.’

Yuuri noticed the shadowy figures of the ninja getting closer. ‘Well, I can’t take them on for long in my condition, and if I’m going to protect everyone then I have no other choice. Let’s do it.’

‘You aren’t fully ready, it’s too great of a risk.’ Yuuri was getting very irritated. ‘If I’m not ready now, then I probably won’t have a chance to be ready later! How are you going to claim to be me if I want to do this and you’re stopping me?!’

‘I am you, as you are me. I am that, that helps keep your heart pure.’

Unlike everyone else, Sai and his ninjas had no problem adjusting to the darkness, it was actually an advantage for them. As ninjas, they’ve had many missions under the cover of darkness.

Sai could clearly see that Yuuri was hurt. The Maou didn’t move without grimacing, and he was clearly fatigued after that last hit. He was only holding his sword and glaring him and his group down. “What should we do?” Heather asked. Sai pointed forward with his sword.

“He’s through. Finish him.”

Understanding, Heather and Kane sped forward towards Yuuri and Yama kicked the ground.

Yuuri noticed the ninjas speeding towards him and before he could think about moving, his legs were trapped in a muddy cast, immobilizing him.

“Shit! You know, this is the dying part I was talking about!” Yuuri pointed Morgif in front of him and sent another powerful stream of water towards the advancing Heather and Kane, making them swerve and avoid the hit, but this time Sai was right behind them, and using a wall of mud created by Yama as a shield, he pushed right through Yuuri’s attack until Yuuri’s arm went limp. He couldn’t even hold onto Morgif any longer, dropping the sword on the ground. The mud wall disappeared and Sai rushed forward with his sword in front of him aimed directly at Yuuri’s chest.

Conrad couldn’t take anymore. He could only see shadows and shady figures in the dark, but the burst of water that came from one of them helped him realize that one was Yuuri. But the other shadows were coming in fast on him, and Conrad saw and heard the clang of the sword Yuuri was holding hit the ground. Without the slightest hesitation in putting his life on the line, he sprinted forward until he got close enough to see Yuuri was trapped, and Sai with his sword was upon him.

“Noo! Yuuri!” Conrad yelled as he pushed his legs as fast as they would go to intercept the fatal blow.

Coughing up more blood, out of juice, losing focus from bleeding out of his wound and his gash, and not able to get away, Yuuri pleaded in those last moments before he was killed to be allowed to use energy was left, pleaded to use the power to save his friends, his family, his people…and his fiancé. He needed this power, needed it to protect those he loved most, just as he said he would.

Sai was coming in fast, only a few steps away from Yuuri.

‘As you wish.’ The Maou finally gave in. A familiar light-blue light echoed from Yuuri. ‘This is my goodbye, Yuuri.’

‘Wait, goodbye?’

The moment had come, Yuuri was directly in front of Sai as he lunged forward, only having to thrust his sword in front of him another few inches to pierce Yuuri, killing the Demon King once and for all…

“YUURI!” Conrad yelled. He was too far away.

“AGGH!”

Yuuri eyes bulged as Sai’s sword went into him. He looked down and the last thing he saw before he vision became too blurry was his own blood trailing down Sai’s sword, dripping onto the ground…

Whew, took me a while to get this one out. I ended up get caught up in schoolwork and lost where I was going with the story for awhile. All the all, I still came back to it.

So to everyone still following the story, thanks for reading this chapter. I tried to pack it with more action, and make it a bit more gory, it seemed to fit. What do you think? I’m hoping you really like it, since this is the 12^th chapter, and, dum dum duum, my favorite number just happens to be 12.

So thanks to everyone who read the last chap. I’m getting the next one out A.S.A.P. As always, suggestions welcomed. Til next time!

~Kriter~
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