"Mimi yago, mina michiwa...mimi yago, mina michiwa..."
Drago focused on his spell. It was almost complete. The shaping of the fires was difficult, as this was the blackest of darkarts, but once completed, it would give him the vengeance he sought...against the one who brought about his downfall and cursed him to be trapped in this nether realm for all eternity!
"What do you do there, son?"
Drago turned as Shendu approached, and he broke his connection to the spell, having done all he could for the moment. "I made a promise, old man. I'm carrying it out."
Shendu examined the working, the crystallization of dark fires, steeped in hatred and bloodlust. "I know the promise of which you speak...but there is only enough fire here for two sendings. If you truely wish to do the deed, you will need four."
Drago looked at his father, surprised at what sounded like...approval? "I would, Father, but my life force will only provide enough venue to deliver two."
Shendu waved his hand dismissively. "Let me worry about the venue, Son. You are not the only one who desires vengeance against that family."
Drago smiled. "Then, Father, would you help me with the shaping of this magic? The spell has taken much out of me, and I would not wish to lose control of it at this stage."
Shendu nodded, and they extended their hands together, chanting.
"Mimi yago, miya michiwa...Mimi yago, miya michiwa..."
Soon the sphere had expanded to double its former size, and the fires within roared, waiting to be unleashed.
Drago panted, short of breath, and turned to Shendu. "And the venue?"
Shendu, being pure demon and having more stamina than his son, grinned and waved his hand. Four dragon demon servants came out of the ether, awaiting orders. Shendu directed them to the sphere of fire, and they dove in. Their death screams split the air, and the sphere exploded. Floating there were four devil spirits composed of black fire. They awaited instructions.
Drago opened a view spell, and pointed out four targets. Nodding in unison, the spirits pierced the veil between the demon netherworld and Earth, carrying out their directive.
On the other side of the viewport, Jade Chan was enjoying her thirteenth birthday party. All her friends were there, as well as her whole family: both parents, Jackie, and Uncle. She was riding around on Tohru's shoulder, as El Toro and Paco demonstrated some wrestling for her entertainment. Viper was there, toasting her, as was Captain Black. And to top it off, this year nothing was going to interrupt her birthday and ruin it.
THere was a huge stack of presents, but that didn't really matter to her. Her family was here, together, and everything was perfect. She couldn't be happier.
Then the cake was wheeled out, with all 13 candles. Despite the amount of magic and Demons she had dealt with in her life, she wasn't superstitious about this.
Maybe she should have been.
"Okay, Jade," Jackie said, standing near to her as she sat next to the cake. "Make a wish."
She nodded, knowing what her wish would be. Leaning in, she thought, *I wish my life will always be so good,* and blew.
Suddenly the flames of the candles, rather than extinguishing like they were supposed to, flew together and exploded with a loud bang, demolishing most of the cake and splattering some all over Jade. "Okay," she demanded loudly. "Who's idea was it to-"
She stopped as she heard four screams of agony. Turning, her mouth dropped open.
Her mother, her father, Jackie and Uncle were clutching at their stomach's, screaming in agony. Uncle's eyes went wide, and he shouted out, "NO!" when Jade made to approach. Pointing at the ground as he stood near the other three, he chanted, "Yiu Mo Gwai Gwaai Fai Di Zao!" and green fire circled them on the ground.
Suddenly, they all screamed in pain, and fire erupted from within them, consuming them. The fire tried to consume all around them, but the circle of chi magic contained it. Before too long, the circle was gone, and everything within it was brown and dead, and the four humans were nothing but charred bones.
Jade staggered forward disbelieving. "Mom...Dad...Uncle...Jackie...?" She fell to the ground, tears pouring down her face. Tohru went to her, fighting through his own grief to attempt to comfort her.
Watching from the demon netherrealm, Shendu nodded.
"Not as destructive as I had thought it would be...dawm the wizard."
Drago grinned. "Guess he still had some fire in the old bones, huh?"
Shendu chuckled. "Not anymore."
Drago held up a claw. "Slap me some scales, old man!"
Shendu watched him for a while, then shrugged. "Why not?" he said, as he engaged in what the youngsters called a 'high five.'