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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 8.
Annette Reinhart was almost housebound. She lived in a superbly furnished apartment above the butchers in town. Her walls were adorned by beautifully guilt framed paintings of beautiful men and beautiful landscapes. There were shelves of expensive collections of china vases and other similar knickknacks. There was an expensive swiss mantle clock on the mantlepiece and an expensive gold plated never-to-be-used poker and tongs set on the fire place. She also had a remarkable set of Prussian armaments. A polished and pristine cavalry sabre, helmet and breastplate fixed to the chimney breast that had belonged to her great grandfather during the Peninsula Wars. She even had the pennant pike and the horse furniture as well, up in the attic.
However, her legs had lost their strength a decade ago and now the best she could manage was to hobble around her rooms and watch the world go by outside her window. Her only real company was the young girl who came in every Tuesday to clean, and Wednesdays and Fridays with shopping. Annette liked to watch people and her windows looked down on the high-street, the alley between the butchers and tailors next door and the rear most window even gave her a vantage point into the rear leg of the ‘L’ shaped alley way to the rear of the tailors.
Until two weeks ago the only interest was in the front windows revealing the comings and goings along the high street. Until two weeks ago the side windows overlooking the alleyway were boring and redundant. That was until she had watched Dieter Gruber and a girl, a very beautiful girl from somewhere in the Orient, slip down her very own alley to make love.
It made no sense to her whatsoever. A fat layabout coward like Gruber with a girl certainly more than half his age and far too beautiful to be attracted to the likes of doughy Dieter Gruber and yet already, on three or four occasions, they had met up down the back of this alley and made love. Though it was the long and barely remembered fast and frantic love-making of the youthful that she witnessed.
It brought back memories of her own youth, of when she had been beautiful and pursued by men and boys of all types. She lapped them up, these hurried, desperate dalliances between the girl and Dieter Gruber, reliving her formative years through the rampant love-making of others. It was the most exciting and invigorating thing she had experienced in the last thirty years at least. And it was happening again right at this moment.
The alley took a right-angled turn around the rear of the tailors and terminated at a brick wall. There were bins by the back door of the tailors, full but not overflowing. A rat darted out of the shadows and appeared to make Dieter’s heart momentarily skip a beat. It was overcast and the lack of ambient light deepened the shadows.
Still, she lifted her antique yet pristine opera glasses to her old but functional steel grey eyes and looked down into the alley through the rear window where Annette got the closest and best view, and looked down on the couple from a side angle right above the wall they were pressed up against.
The lovely girl, with a flat-cap covering dark hair, was wearing an open, leather ‘flyboy’ jacket over a plain white blouse. The blouse was already partially unbuttoned to an almost scandalous degree and revealing an eye-catching amount of unblemished cleavage. She had brown slightly shiny trousers that were so tight, they looked as though someone had simply painted her bare legs and perfect tight rounded bottom. Annette, even at her own youthful nadir would have been jealous of this girls’ divine looks and alluring figure.
Dieter had wasted little time and following a short conversation and the offering of a gift of some description, a wad of papers by the looks of it, he had grabbed her and shunted her toward the wall. Voracious kissing was the start of it while he none-too-gently fondled her breasts and bottom. He spun her around and hustled her forward, pressing her urgently face first against the alley wall. He had pinned her there, a hand at her throat while his other tugged at the fastenings of her trousers it almost seemed like rape apart from the pink flush to the girl’s porcelain cheeks and the fact that, with equal urgency, she flicked open the remaining buttons of her blouse and dragged the garment open, giving Annette if not Dieter, a nice momentary view of exquisitely perky and buoyant, more than handful young breasts.
Dieter was too busy tugging her clinging trousers down her thighs and then filling his hands with her full though taut and athletic bottom. And then the fool shoved her up against the wall, pressing her firmly against the cold bricks with his weight. His hands now struggling with his own trousers while the girl, panting and obviously inpatient, reached back and grasped hold of her own buttocks, parting her firm rounded orbs for Dieter’s pleasure.
For a moment Annette wondered if the delightful girl was showing herself as a fan of the ways of the sodomites, however in the next moment Dieter’s hardness was revealed and unceremoniously pressed up the length of her passage.
Still pinned by her assailant’s urgent weight, Dieter reached around dragged the drapery-like front of her blouse away from her delightful bosom and cupped those sweet young orbs, large enough to fill his hands though not so large that they overflowed. He pounded into her, slamming against her taut bottom for just over three minutes, her bosom mauled and pinched throughout as he pumped away against her bare buttocks.
She had appeared to be writhing and bucking against him in pleasure that appeared to be every bit as intense as his own. However, the way she sagged between Dieter and the wall and the way her head drooped as he filled her with his seed, made the girl’s lack of an adequate conclusion apparent.
Afterwards she had turned, gouts of his cream clearly visible trickling down the inner curves of her creamy thighs and her impeccable bosom artistically framed by her unbuttoned blouse. The girl had smiled at him, and it had seemed to Annette that her smile was like the sun appearing from behind a cloud.
Somehow that smile made everything seem worse still, and the couple’s elderly voyeur felt a sympathetic pang of disappointment for the girl having such a short and personally uneventful experience. And she looked down at the dressing couple with annoyance and disgruntlement colouring her own sunken cheeks. She lowered her opera glasses, flicked back a curl of her silver hair and decided a glass of sherry was in order. If not two.
Annette had been alerted to this illicit rendezvous having spied Dieter Gruber on the high street heading this way. He had been hurrying down the street. She assumed it must have been his lunch hour and he didn’t appear to want to waste a single second. He had lumbered along the pavement, dodging the women pushing perambulators and standing in front of shop windows looking for their bargains, until he reached the Chemists and then he had crossed the two-lane road and made his way down the narrow alleyway between the butchers and tailors.
From her open windows and her sharp sense of hearing, Annette already knew that Dieter was employed as a clerk by the SS-controlled bureaucratic office. She believed he worked in one of its east-end offices though there were a number of such offices dotted around the capital. Dieter had little to do with the war, he would be information collation and goods ordering, but he would also have access to many snippets of this and that, plus a whole lot of surveys, maps and industrial and commercial ordinance information. She assumed as well that would stumble across plenty of information snippets about the war. Rumours, and inferences decoded through circumstance. For example, such-a-department was requiring this much metal and wood per week which led to the inevitable conclusion that they were in charge of Junkers Ju production and maintenance.
Annette knew the type. There would be nothing in his life but his work. She knew that he still lived with his mother in their little apartment on the other side of town, his father being a ranking officer in the Luftwaffe. Therefore, he would not be home very much at all. Dieter was too overweight and short-sighted for military service, plus his job was important so he would reassure himself that his work for the war effort was every bit as essential as a soldier’s on either the eastern or western fronts. How could such a foolish layabout get his hands on a girl like that?

Dieter Gruber’s singular notable vice had been the girl-next-door. Seventeen-year old Eva Bombe-Mauern. She was the spitting image of her mother when she had been that age, Dieter had seen a wedding photograph once. And Eva maintained the same gleaming pale skin and glossy golden hair of her mother at that age. And the same curves, those damned-able curves. They gave Dieter such erections.
Seeing her bounce and jiggle as she walked down the street or up and down the stairs of their apartments. Those luscious wide, womanly hips and great big bosom he could happily loose himself in. Of course, she wasn’t the prettiest of girls, however there was the freshness of youth that certainly added degrees to how attractive he found her, even though she was no spring fair princess. In a few years she would probably be fat, but for now… wow.
He had made a little progress with seducing her a few months earlier. And even being almost twice her age, he hadn’t thought twice about wanting to get under her dress. So, he had taken a bottle of Schnapps and given her a taste (which was closer to half the bottle) on the ground floor beneath the stairs where the ground floor apartments’ bins were kept. Once suitably drunk he had kissed her forcefully, felt her up through and then under her clothes, guzzled on her tits. And then finally, wonderfully, while his tongue was stuffed in her slack drooling mouth, he had rubbed his erection against her thighs until he spooged his cream all over her stockinged legs. It had been glorious and had afforded him iridescent masturbation material ever since.
Unfortunately, Frau Bombe-Mauren had discovered her daughter drunk and spooged over, and had put two and two together. Her mother had told his mother, who had promptly beaten him with her sweeping brush and that had been the end of that perfect burgeoning romance.
A week later, almost a month ago now, young and gorgeous Segen Von Himmel had literally fallen into his lap one evening on his way home from work. From that very moment it had been love-at-first-sight. And this time the stunning young maid had returned his affections wholeheartedly. Ever since then, he had felt that he would do anything just to feel the touch of her skin, and the taste of her warm lips.
The girl had actually fallen off a roof (escaping an abusive guardian she had told him) and he had accidentally broken her fall. They had both apologised, and it had developed into a whole conversation. She had allowed him to take her for a drink at the local café where they had chatted intimately and flirtatiously for almost an hour. Throughout, she had only had eyes for him, even though every other man in the place was constantly trying to get her attention or come between them somehow. He had walked her home in the evening and had been certain to snatch a kiss from her before they parted.
He had managed to talk her into joining him down the alley at the side of the entry to her own apartments the following evening and there he had kissed her and made sure to fondle her breasts. Though not the size of Fraulein Bombe-Mauren, they were firm and soft and tasted like honey, once he had pushed her allowing him to getting his mouth to her sweet young nipples. She had ended up letting him rub his erection against her utterly perfect naked bottom. And while his hands had cupped and squeezed her perky handful breasts and he had sucked and tongued at her ear lobe and on her long, slender throat, he had spooged something like a shot glass full of his cream all over her taut buttocks and long athletic thighs.
And then next day she had been waiting for him as he went for lunch. She had sucked his shaft then, down an alley and he had lasted no longer then ten seconds. The next day and the day after that she had been there waiting for him at lunch and after work, to walk him home, talking to him, asking him about his day and then playing with his erection until he spooged on her. Within a week she had taken his virginity and they had been balling every day since then, and each time it proved better than the day before and he couldn’t believe his luck. So, when she had asked him for a tiny favour he had jumped at the chance. He wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardise this romance.
Waiting to give sweet young Segen her gift, the favour she had asked for, Dieter was now shivering in anticipation with his erection already at full mast and pulsing in his woollen suit trousers. He looked around and listened for Segen’s approach. He couldn’t believe his once-in-a-lifetime good fortune to bag himself such a lovely young filly and he could hardly wait to have her in his arms again. He had the items she wanted and a couple of sweet rumours he was certain she would be interested in, and she would hear it all and then feel duty bound to repay him to the best of her insurmountable talents. It was going to be sheer glorious heaven, right through to just before one o’clock this afternoon, that most hated of times, when he would have to be back at work.
Segen slipped from her phased state into the shadows of the same alleyway as Dieter Gruber, though she waited until his back was turned before she re-joined the human Realm. Obviously, she had picked him for his position and it had been little more than a snap of her fingers to obtain his compliance and his loyalty. Well, more a snap of knicker elastic.
The fun they had could barely constitute as such, he had a thin dick, no talent or flair and certainly no stamina but it was nothing for her. She just needed to lend herself to him for the five minutes he required to reach the peak of his pleasure. It didn’t alleviate her itch even slightly. Still, the stuff he supplied her was usually worth the hassle.
“Hello Dieter, my love.” She said, warm seduction coating her throat. “Do you have anything good for me?”
“Of course, but first…”
He came forward, straight into the girl’s personal space and kissed her deeply in over-excited welcome. Groaning and slobbering wetly against her succulent full-lipped mouth.
Segen played her part, kissing him back and groaning deeply in mock-appreciation as he tried his best to stick his tongue all the way down her throat. His hands groped her breasts through her simple white blouse and then cupped her buttocks in their skin tight leather trousers, fondling her and rubbing himself against her at the same time.
“Oh sweetness, you’re all riled up aren’t you!” She cooed when he finally released her from his lips.
He was panting heavily, his eyes alight with wanton desire.
“I’ll take care of that for you.” She added with a teasing smirk. “But…”
“Okay, so I have the blueprints you wanted. And I also picked up a few things that might interest you.”
Listening intently to him, Segen pressed herself against his bulk, making slow intensely erotic gyrations of her hips and bosom against him as though it was all subconscious, while one hand encircled his waist and the other reach down to stroke and rub at the hot bulge of harness tenting out the crotch of his trousers.
He let out a long deep groan and a shiver darted down his back at her exquisite touch. He wanted nothing more than to pull her clothes off, bend her over one of those bins and drive his shaft into her sweet young sleeve, however he reached for his leather satchel style bag and flicked at the brass fastener then worked a hand under the flap and wriggled his fat fingered hand down inside. He felt the concertina-folded sides stretching as he rummaged around by touch until he found the thick wedge of folded draftsman’s papers.
“Here you go, the plans of the Schloss you were asking about.”
“Great, thank you Dieter!” She cooed, taking the blueprints from him. “And the other things you mentioned?”
Dieter didn’t see what happened to the plans, she slipped them around behind her out of sight. He was far too interested in her luscious young body pressed against him and her talented hand cupping and caressing his straining, stone hard erection. However, she actually slipped them right out of the human Realm and into her own world.
“Well, I heard your Professor Munhihausen has been taking a small contingent of the men he was allocated around rural German villages looking for ‘compatible assets’ whatever that means. The latest location to come up is a little hamlet called Wulfendorf. That’s southeast of here and about two miles from Wildau.”
“Wulfendorf, near Wildau. Thanks Dieter.”
Her serious face reverted quickly to her happy face, eyes illuminated with the mischief and eroticism that he found so attractive.
“Now then, let see about your reward…” She said, in the alluring, guttural throaty voice of a seductress.
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The Amano siblings met up, just the two of them - on the top of the, as of the previous year, half destroyed bell tower of the Kaiser Wilhelm memorial Church in central Berlin. Megumi sat on a slab of soot-blackened stone just inside of a cluster of cracked and scorched tiles that was all that was left of the spire.
Bored by the silence, she idly lifted her ass up off the stone, balancing instead on her palms, her legs pressed together and extended at right angles to her curvy body, booted toes pointed toward the afternoon sky. Her brother Jyaku floated a couple of feet behind and beneath her, all but concealed amongst the carcass of the neo-Romanesque architecture. They didn’t look at each other much. They had spent three hundred years together, mostly in the human Realm and just about knew what each other were thinking.
“have you looked in on Kuroko?” Megumi asked, partly to fill the silence, partly to surprise her brother.
“Yep.” Jyaku sniffed, seemingly not surprised by her rare show of concern for their ‘friend’ and servant.
Megumi watched some kind of insect crawling between the blades of some of the tufty grasses that managed to push their way through the gaps in the old spire’s rooftiles.
She was just concluding that she would have to urge some elaboration out of Jyaku, when he yawned and floated up to sit beside her on another bit of the stone and wood of the interior skeleton of the old church.
“He’s recovering. I think he’ll be okay. Might take a while though.”
“Any better idea of what actually happened?”
“He filled me in on some of it…”

Jyujinkai.
Eastern Forest region.
Temple of Gokumon-Kyo, early morning.

Kuroko looked up at the bright glimmering shine of Taiyo, this Realm’s name for their star. That the human’s called sol or simply the Sun. The ocean of brightness bathed everything equally in its brilliance, diminishing shadows to dull corners, undersides, underneaths. The small black skinned humanoid was native to the Realm the beast-people claimed as their own, though in reality the Jyujin shared it with many sentient beings. He sat on a stone pillar outside of what the beasts called the Prison Gate.
The reason for its name had been long lost in the mists of the past, it was an ancient entryway carved out of the rock of the high cliff wall. The doorway, massively tall with an arched crown and carved pillars forming the door’s frame.
The pillars and almost all of the carving work decorating the arch had long since been worn into obscurity by the influence of time and the elements. Scrubbed clean of identity and an ability to communicate.
The floor of the gate lay outwards, like a great oval-tipped tongue protruding forward from the environment-washed mouth of the entryway. Many Jyujin scholars had hypothesised that this tongue probably used to be the original door and once the hinges had been worn away the door had toppled forward and laid there untouched for millennia. It made sense to Kuroko; its dimensions seemed to fit at least.
Since then in only the last five hundred years or so a wooden replacement had been constructed to take the place the fallen stone.
Beyond the gateway was an intricate and ritualistic maze of bamboo stems. These thick stems, their circumferences easily comparable to the diameter of Kuroko own head, forged a literal maze trap with numerous paths leading back on themselves, forcing the progressor back to the entrance. Only one single path led on into the cavern beyond. Within the cavern, unknown to most Jyujin, was the shrine of Gokumon-Kyo.
The shrine was inside a small temple, which was the site of a secretive annual ceremony of celebration of the Kuroko people's Guardian Deity. And each year, following the ceremony, the entrance to the inner temple was freshly resealed, bricked up until the following year's secretive Gokumon-Kyo festival.
The shrine statue itself, in the centre of a pillared circle within the temple, was carved from blood stone, a dark crimson marble-like material. Its encircling of pillars were all intricately carved with life-size and sometimes beyond life-size semblances of ancient and mostly long forgotten Kuroko and Jyujin martyrs and heroes.
A single Jyujin Guardian was picked especially, to live within the bricked-up temple as guardian and protector. The present temple warrior had existed there for over five centuries and was a of the nobility, a young cousin of the Elder, the King of the Jyujin people.
Kuroko had been here many times in his long life, enjoying the festivities during the singular annual festival when the Gokumon-Kyo was opened to his tribe. His race worshipped their deity dearly.
Sitting there, enjoying the breeze that cooled the heat of the sun's rays, the miniscule humanoid looked down into one of the many groves of sparkling iridescent trees that grew around, above and below the steppes on which Prison Gate was located.
Kuroko smelled the rend in the beast Realm's barrier before he heard it. Seeing it was virtually impossible. There was a flash of light off under one of the countless copses of trees which had grown up just beyond the clear glade that housed the stone tongue entrance of the Prison Gate. The brief flash of light, momentarily separated into its rainbow-streak constituent parts and was accompanied by the familiar vaap sound. And then the rainbow of light was abruptly replaced by a pitch-black void, a circular pool of utter darkness that seemed to suck even the surrounding light into it.
And then a figure stepped from that blackness, emerging from the lack-of-light void as though it was floating upward out of a pool of crude. It hadn't been a realm entry he recognised, both his own peoples and that of the Jyujin were much more beautiful to behold.
The small, black skinned individual wiped watery interference of tears from his eyes and stared, trying to focus on this newcomer. It certainly wasn't one of his own people, and it wasn't a beast, he decided. Even though it was the same approximate size and sported arms, legs and body, and a head, and clothing and everything. It was dressed in what Kuroko, unique among his people to recognise it, as human Realm attire.
It was a large figure, tall and broad, possibly stocky. And it moved without a jot of feminine grace, so he decided it was safe to add a ‘male’ label too. And then, as though someone had slipped a realisation into his small skull, Kuroko realised what it was he was looking at and he panicked, ducking hurriedly back behind the rock he had been seated on.
A demon. And a high ranking one based on the solid form and his appearance in their Realm, only the most powerful or dumbest ever tried to enter Jyujinkai. This individual was almost closer to beast or human than it was to its own lower classes of Makai. It was strange that he was dressed in human clothing. A disguise maybe?
It... He... He stepped hesitantly up toward Prison Gate. His head rotated constantly left and right, up and down, taking in the natural paradise that was the beast Realm. And Kuroko, peeking at the demon invader through a cleft in the rock he was hiding behind, was almost convinced that he could see his eyes widening as he looked around at the lush greenery, the intensely brilliant blue sky with its small wispy clouds, the bathing glorious warmth of Taiyo, and the fair cooling breeze.
Other features appeared to catch his eye as he advanced at an almost leisurely pace - the strange and tiny butterfly-like creatures that flew around on delicate wings and sang in gentle feminine tones as they fluttered. Other small insectoids that were like the fairies of Human myth. Above all, and saturating the surroundings, was the delicious sound of running water, not the heavy violent rush of a fast-flowing river but an infinity of tiny stream-like trickles that came together into a lush, soft and gentle chorus.
“This has to be the place.” The demon's smooth and deep voice broke through the calming effect like the scattered 'clang' strike of a rusted war hammer. “The Professor spoke of this archway… ‘Carvings and the surrounding beauty’.”
The word 'beauty' escaped his wide, thin lips as though it was made of broken glass and wrapped tight in barbed wire. The demon turned to the huge stone gateway before them.
“‘Within the walls of ancient Gokumon-Kyo...’” He grunted and then stepped forward onto the stone tongue and up to the base of the huge wooden door, easily two or three times his own height.
The demon casually raised a hand, formed and then released a large plasma orb of sparking, dancing internal force into the replacement door, watching as the thick old planks of wood burst apart, casting splinters deep into the ominous cavern. The boom of the larger chunks hitting the ground in the mouth of the place reverberated, a deep and guttural sound that made Kuroko shiver in trepidation.
The small black-skinned individual slipped out from his hiding place, watching the departing figure of the high-ranking demon become silhouetted within the gloom of the ink black shadows of the interior of Prison Gate, beyond which, Gokumon-Kyo itself lay waiting. His eyes were wide with fear and he was shaking like a leaf.
"Ohhh, I'd better let the Boss know about this!" Kuroko moaned.
Though he immediately hesitated, frowning. As he went back and forth about what to do, his body reflected the indecision by twisting about in one direction and then the other.
"Maybe I should follow it first, see what it's up to. The boss is sure to ask..."
Mind made up, he floated over to the fallen-door entrance to Gokumon-Kyo and gazed into the light-consuming darkness within. He could already hear distant rumblings and dull crashing sounds that made him shake even more with fear and complain to himself.
Kuroko considered, for a moment, going to get Megumi who - sometimes - could be a little more understanding, if he could catch her in the right mood. However, she was all the way in the human Realm, and it would take even longer to get her all the way back here.
An even louder crash from inside the temple sent Kuroko dashing in fright for the safety of outside. Again, he stopped himself. And then taking a deep fortifying breath, he embraced a sudden determination to prove himself worthy of the - in actual fact often unpleasant – ‘honour’ of assisting the 'Wandering Siblings'. An honour bestowed upon him by the elders of his own race centuries ago. He followed the echoing sound of that last terrible crash deeper still into the cavern.

Kizoku Hogoteki was the Jyujin guardian warrior of the temple. Hogoteki had been the only survivor of the Trials of Choosing - a secret ceremony only open to high ranking members of the Jyujin aristocracy to find the Temple Guardian's next replacement. One of the highest honours that could be bestowed on a Jyujin and their immediate family. The ceremony had taken place five hundred years ago when Amanojyaku had been a small child. Hogoteki was strong of both mind and body. He needed to be to stand the complete solitude of his life, walled up inside a temple that was only opened to other intelligent life one day per year when the Kuroko ceremony of the Gokumon-Kyo took place. Which was also the only day per year he was allowed to leave and see his beloved Realm.
He had his weapons of office and the martial training that went with them kept him physically fit and healthy minded. Then there were the reams of ancient texts carved into every inch of the walls, floor and ceiling of the inner most chambers of the temple to read and ponder. And of course, all of the shrines and pedestal statues to gaze upon and learn about.
The Jyujin scholar-warrior had a small cave of his own cut into the rear of the main temple chamber, behind the blood-stone statue of Gokumon-Kyo. It was a small cave, with a fresh waterfall and pool in one corner that was part of an underground river, the tiny waterfall was enough for him to bathe beneath and to drink from, to his hearts' content.
There was an illumination crystal which absorbed the sunlight that slipped in through fissures in the rock ceiling of the cavern and released it after sun down. His cave also featured a desk for writing, a small bed and a huge great chest built to contain the sacred robes, armour and weapons of office. The armour he only wore one day in the year during his role in the Kuroko ceremony, which was in actual fact the day before the main ceremony and unseen by anyone but the Gokumon-Kyo statue itself.
Hogoteki had been deep in one of his daily meditations when the boom of the forced Prison Gate entrance had cut abruptly into his astral minded thoughts.
He hurriedly pulled himself back to reality and then put his mind to his foremost duty - to defend the shrine of Gokumon-Kyo. As he donned his weapons and prepared himself to face the unknown intruder or intruders, he counted off the sounds, recognising their cause and gauging the progress of the intruder.
There was the dry rattle of the bamboo maze being shattered and thrown about, splintered and snapped like a field of wheat in a hurricane. Then then the thudding of powerful hands on the stone inner doors was immediately followed by the thunderous explosion as the doors were blown into splintered chunks of ground rock. And intercutting it all were multiple hefty concussions of hidden traps being sprung, and the intruder demolishing them.
The intruder sounded close to the shrine now. Armed and armoured, Hogoteki stepped from the shrine into the shadowy interior of the temple housing it.
Kuroko skimmed the uneven roof space of the temple cavern looking down with his huge eyes, searching for signs of the demon intruder. He could see the beast Guardian plainly enough.
The old man, long white hair flowing down his rotund torso, had drawn his curved long sword and run out into the main domed cave of the temple that contained the central shrine of Gokumon-Kyo. And then finding nothing he had ventured further into the smaller domed brick antechamber - a small space that led to the temple's main shrine. The antechamber was walled in completely, bricked up from floor to rough domed ceiling. There was only a tiny arched entrance that led to the shrine, big enough for one of the Kuroko tribe to pass through while squatting or crawling. A Jyujin couldn't even get their head in.
The Jyujin guardian, stood in the entrance, his back to the Gokumon-Kyo and waited. The great wide bladed sword at the ready.

Not even Kuroko with his high, clear perspective understood what really happened. one of the shadows seemed to come alive behind the Jyujin Guardian and thump him hard on the back of his unprotected skull. The aged beast noble dropped to the packed earth ground with a wheezing groan and lay there face down, insensible.
The shadow coalesced, as though the inky blackness was a blanket that had concealed him, he cast it off revealing the form beneath. A high collared coat and hat with a scarf around his neck. The face was all but concealed, there was just an occasional twinkle of light catching in the eyes.
The Makai stepped over the floored Guardian and passed through the threshold into the temple to approach the shrine of Gokumon-Kyo.
Kuroko followed the demon's progress, keeping in the shadows up at the cavern's stalactite riven ceiling, using gaps between the fang-like rocks to bypass and traverse the stages of the temple's interior walls.
Finally, the demon stood facing the Gokumon-Kyo statue itself, the three-metre tall red-purple sculpture of stone gleaming, though essentially a dull matt, in the meagre fissure-cast sunlight.
As Kuroko watched, a fist shoved tight into his mouth to silence his shivering fear of discovery, he observed the demon unbuttoning his coat and from within the lining a young pink skinned female human appeared. Naked and pale. Although Kuroko hadn't spent that much time in the human Realm, he had gathered enough understanding to recognise the genetic traits that put this female in the western half of the central continent. And a vague memory of one of those spherical charts of the geography of the human Realm offered him the name 'Europe'.
He was aware that the Boss had been speaking about another big war centred in that part of the world, just like the one from a few decades earlier. However, Kuroko hadn't paid that much attention. It was his own belief, as well as Megumi's incidentally, that the Chojin would be born in the small cluster of islands on the opposite side of that same landmass, the islands referred to by the humans and Nihon.
So, this pale fleshed human female, a partly matured adolescent by her size and figure, had been chosen and possessed or controlled by this powerful Makai. As a source of pleasure, no doubt but what was he bringing her out in the Gokumon-Kyo shrine for?
Intrigued, Kuroko got a better look at her, spent a little time assessing her looks and figure. She was obviously a very pretty human girl with big silver-grey eyes though they were the dull dolls eyes of the possessed. Centring her face was a slightly long slightly hooked nose, though much more enticing was the full dark pink lips she sported. Dark blonde hair in loose spiralling waves, framing her sweet face also featured a long fringe reaching down to her long, dark lashes. From the neck down she was slender built though with a strong figure, a reasonably slim waist and very long legs, her flat stomach was literally overshadowed by her size of her prominent bosom.
The result ensured his erection suddenly erupted to its full engorged state, tingling and projecting waves of pleasure throughout his small form. Oh, to have his own human female servant to pleasure him. Or Jyujin for that matter. Or maybe even one of the rare genetically 'female' demons.
Just about all Makai were androgynous and asexual, though the vast majority favoured the male side of the genetic spectrum while a tiny, rare and highly sought-after minority tended toward the female. Kuroko had heard about a tiny minority collected and 'protected' by Triumvirate Lord Suikakujyu. There was the Lord's younger sister Yoenki, and the pair of concubines Enkakuki and Fukakuki. Plus, there were rumours of a handful of others born over the centuries but nothing more concrete was ever discovered.
This high-ranking demon picked up his possessed naked female around the waist, hoisted her so she sat along his bulging forearm and then he lifted her and extended her toward the statue. She reached up and pushed her hand into a small circular ingress in the rear of the statue's skull. Kuroko saw her scooping out what appeared to be sealing wax of some kind, neither quite solid or liquid. More like a soft butter-like substance. In amongst the wax covering he could see small rectangles of yellowed paper anointed with ancient scribe-work in red-brown ink pictograms of an ancient script lost to the past. Amulets, or spells. Protection charms maybe. Once these were scooped out of the little concave opening, and cast to the ground, the girl reached in again and this time drew out a stone sculpture, roughly spherical in shape and around six inches in diameter.
The Makai put the girl back on the ground, appearing to be very careful not to come into contact with the stone orb and then took the hand that wasn't in contact with the orb, which she held out in front of her. He closed his eyes and appeared to be making preparations to open up a portal when he paused and cocked his head in a very animalistic manner.
As though a sudden scent had caught in the huge Makai's flared nostrils, his head whipped around towards the ceiling and he stared directly up at Kuroko. In the instant that followed, before the small individual could do anything, the demon had launched a white-hot sphere of his plasmafied chi up into the ceiling at an unimaginable velocity and brought a huge chunk of rock down, along with the flash-burned and abruptly incapacitated Kuroko. The small individual tumbled to the floor beside the brick entrance to the shrine's inner sanctum, two thirds of his little broken and bloody form becoming pinned and buried under a ton of rock and dust.

“…It was four or five hours before the Guardian woke and discovered Kuroko. He dug him out and then sent for his tribe-people to take him away and tend his wounds. He was hurt pretty severely but you know how resilient the Kuroko are. He should be fine in a few weeks." Amano concluded.
“Good to know.” Megumi said, kicking her feet idly back and forth. “Any idea what he would want with one of those stones?”
“Nah, plus the Guardian isn’t letting anyone in as usual and the other Kuroko are repairing the damage done… Not our problem. The Elder has his security force for minor incursions, let them look into it….”
“So, you’re not planning to warn them about what had been taken?”
“Nope, their problem. You get anything useable from your meeting?”
Impossibly shifting her balance onto one hand, Megumi reached behind her with the other, slipped her hand up the back of her jacket and drew out the blueprints Dieter had given her.
“Layout of the Schloss.” She said, handing the wad of papers over. “Oh, and a lead… A little village down south. If you take those to the others I’ll shoot down there and see what can I find out. We’ve confirmed Makai involvement.”
“Yeah, we just need the what and the why. Okay, sis. You find out what you can and then meet up with us, as soon as.”
“Roger, wilco!” She grinned, offering a mocking snappy British military salute.
As Jyaku rolled his eyes good naturedly in reply, Megumi pushed backward out of her handstand and flipped herself into quick swan-dive, descending through the bomb-damaged interior of the church tower and slipping out of the Realm. She remained invisible inside the border of the Realm long enough to be out of sight for slipping back into it again unnoticed somewhere in the countryside between Berlin and this village of Wulfendorf. They had both long since discovered that if they wanted to live unnoticed in the human Realm, they had to keep a low profile and conceal their preterhuman abilities.
Jyaku watched his sister’s overdramatic exit, giving her a little, unseen, admonishing shake of the head. Though at the same time he couldn’t hold back a little half-smile at her always showy antics.
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