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Phoenix	By : Macx Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 2183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Phoenix
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 14-part 14
- 15-part 15
- 16-part 16
- 6
- 7
- 8
No alarms had gone off in Meifu when the devil had slipped in through
a crack in the barrier. It wasn't by accident that the intruder alert remained
silent as ancient eyes watched the battle, a slow smile creasing the man's
lips. He felt the powers collide, felt two demonic auras crash into each
other, and he felt the rising level of his chosen warrior.
Enma-Daiou stood motionlessly, seeing something only he could, witnessing
for the first time the true power of the master of the Palace of Candles.
The Count was his creation, his tool, his puppet, and Ryu knew it. He had
tested the boundaries of his eternal prison a few times, but he had never
succeeded in freeing himself from his punishment. Enma had taken care of
the matter of the demonic powers this hybrid commanded, and he could only
use them in defense of the Candles.
Right now, the destruction was as immense as he had thought it might
be.
Yes, you are powerful, my friend, he thought, smiling.
The Lord of Hades turned away from the spectacle, still aware of every
move, every blow, and looked toward another place in his realm. There was
nothing going on in Meifu he didn't know, wasn't aware of, and he knew
that to continue this game another player was needed.
° ° °
It was a fight among equals. The devil was strong, but he was also rather
big. He had maneuverability problems in the smaller corridors and the Count
used whatever edge he got. The creature was so convinced that his opponent
was inferior, he made mistakes.
Ryu smiled darkly as he shielded himself against another attack. Chunks
of stone blew out of the wall and the floor around him. The moment the
devil let up, he dropped the shield and flung his own attack at him, managing
to tear a deep wound into the glistening scales. The devil roared and its
tail whipped at him, catching him in the shoulder.
Just one wound among many, dripping blood.
Not that he could die of it.
Not that he ever would.
Calling unto his powers, Ryu attacked once more.
° ° °
The Palace of Candles looked like someone had taken an oversized battering
ram to the ancient building, splitting it open, tearing even the doors
off their hinges. They lay in a heap just inside the entrance hall. The
ornamented walls were burned, chunks torn out, the tapestries reduced to
ashes. The stairs had been destroyed, part of the hall's roof had collapsed,
and there was the faint smell of fire and smoke.
And there was blood.
A wide trail of blood leading from the hall to the main ball room and
further. It ran along the line of destruction as the invader had tried
to get deeper into the Palace to the soul candles. It had met opposition,
a powerful opposition, and the opposition had fought back.
The very building had fought back.
The Count sat propped up against the heavy door that led to the basement
of the palace where the millions of candles burned. Blood pooled around
him, a puddle so large it showed the severity of his injuries.
But he was immortal.
His clothes had been shredded where devil claws had ripped into soft
human flesh, had severed muscles, sinews and had broken bones.
He could not die.
One hand covered the largest of the open wounds, blood trickling through.
The mask was off, inhuman eyes half-lidded, gazing emptily at the destruction
around him. There was a faint smile on the pale lips.
He was immortal. Nothing could kill him. He would not die.
The injuries were fatal, but death would not claim him. Pain did, though.
He was in agony and there was nothing that could ease it.
The smile increased. In all his centuries of existence he had never
felt like this, had never been taken apart like this. He had never fought
a demonic opponent either. No one attacked the Palace of Candles, let alone
Meifu. It had been unheard of.
Time passed.
Wounds healed slowly.
Blood stopped trickling, but the blood loss was immense.
A rattle of breath left the damaged, blood-filled lungs. His eyes blinked
once, but his vision was still blurry.
Where was Watson?
Had the creature done the same as it had to him?
His servant was no fighter, just his sole companion in this cursed place.
He was immortal, but would need to recover as well.
Sinking deeper into the darkness that beckoned, he let his eyes slide
shut.
° ° °
Rikugo strode into the entrance hall, aghast and shocked by the destruction
all around him. He had come to Meifu intent on both visiting his master
and be with his lover, but the moment he had arrived something had set
off an inner alarm. Tsuzuki had barely had time to ask what was going on
before the earth shikigami had taken on his dragon form and had gone off
to the Palace, Tsuzuki on his back.
Even from far above in the sky, the destruction had been visible and
shock had settled in.
"Oh Gods," Tsuzuki whispered at his side, face pale, eyes wide.
Rikugo followed the faint emissions from the only source of non-human
life he knew existed, terrified of what he might find, his master in tow.
Stepping over rubble, through ashes and smoldering remains, he finally
arrived in the hallway leading to the door that guarded the section where
the candles glowed.
Four eyes widened as he took in the crumbled figure, lying in a drying
pool of blood.
"Ryu?"
Blood red eyes in a chalky face, surrounded by dried specks of blood,
cracked open a little and a faint smile touched the thin lips. There was
a rattle, a wet cough, and the figure spasmed.
Rikugo knelt down next to the fatally injured man, running a scan, horrified
by the damage. He touched the torn clothes, felt the slick blood covering
the shredded pieces, and he swallowed a little.
"Hang on," he murmured.
The expression in the eyes was sarcastic. It wasn't as if the man could
die. It was just incredibly painful. The agony of the wounds was the worst.
Rikugo felt the demonic aura of his lover, unchecked and untamed, still
defensive, still ready to tear into a possible attacker even if the man
using it was almost down for the count. He touched the bloodied face, the
red fluid oozing from a deep scalp injury, and he felt the pulse flutter
against his fingers. The aura crackled and snapped, roaring around them
with the darkness of the devil Ryu had absorbed so long ago.
And then there was another kind of darkness, softer, very cool, responding
to the upset and aggressive presence, entwining with it, caressing over
it without consciously being aware of it.
Rikugo turned his head and met a pair of amethyst eyes that spoke of
the nature of the second aura. Ryu was no longer invisible; the mask was
off and somewhere in this chaos, and Tsuzuki saw him. He saw the broken
form, the real man behind the voice.
Ryu's frazzled aura calmed down and the slender form shuddered. The
astrologer gathered the tortured body in his arms, not caring about the
blood and whatnot. The simple move drew a breathy whimper and as Rikugo
straightened, the man in his arms lost his battle against unconsciousness.
"We need to find an undamaged room," Tsuzuki said, voice firm, though
he still looked horrified.
Rikugo nodded.
°
Enma-Daiou smiled to himself, coldly and calculating, with a touch of
pride in it. He felt Tsuzuki's presence in the Palace of Candles, his emissions
of darkness close to the level that it might warrant the balancing presence
of his serpent shikigami, but he still held himself under control.
"Well done," he murmured, intrigued.
His shinigami was learning fast.
°
They found the main bedroom of the Count almost completely undamaged
and Rikugo placed the unconscious man on the white linen, which immediately
began to color blood red. He didn't care. For now he had to treat the injuries.
Tsuzuki wordlessly joined him, their eyes meeting. Determination shone
in those familiar depths and Rikugo nodded. Tsuzuki smiled wryly, then
they began to remove the torn clothes. With each piece of fabric a new
terrible wound was uncovered and Tsuzuki soon began to tear apart the cover,
creating bandages for their use. Rikugo had no idea where he had it from,
but his master disappeared only to come back with a bowl of water and they
continued their work.
He knew the body would heal; Ryu was immortal. It might take a while,
it would be painful, but death would never claim this man. Still, the fear
was there. The empathy for the pain he would have to go through. And the
horror at the events.
A devil had entered Meifu in the form of a human host... How? Why had
Enma-Daiou let him enter? Hadn't the Lord of Hades been aware of the opening
the creature of darkness had used?
Questions tumbled through his mind as he worked, but Rikugo found no
answers.
Now and then he sent a little healing power into the slender body he
had seen so often before, but never torn up like this.
In the end Tsuzuki changed the sheets again, haphazardly draping fresh
ones onto the big bed, and Rikugo gently placed his lover onto them. He
felt tired, emotionally exhausted, and when he looked up his master met
his gaze with a resolute one of his own.
"Get some rest, Rikugo."
"Tsuzuki..."
"For now there's nothing we can do. He'll need you again later and for
that you have to be awake."
"Tsuzuki..." he tried again.
The familiar features softened and Tsuzuki smiled, reaching up to caress
the astrologer's face.
"Don't worry. I'll protect him."
Rikugo almost laughed; it came out as a harsh sob of exhaustion. He
inclined his head and walked over to the overstuffed, wide couch that had
been placed in front of the high windows. It easily fit two people, already
had in their shared past in here, and he knew it was very comfortable.
Watching Tsuzuki settle down next to Ryu, Rikugo finally allowed his body
to relax.
Sleep claimed him not much later.

tbc...
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