Kannzuki No Miko:

The Lunar Priestess, her love, and the Deathly Knights

Prologue:

Destiny Awaits Us All

In this dream, I only saw blood dripping from the blade that this long forgotten deity wielded. A blade that excreted a faint smoke of sickly green, whereas all the others were forged individually; this blade, however, was birthed from all the materials ranging from the blood of angels, demons, and mortals to nightmares and fears, and the essence of chaos. The blade was charred and looked very, very abused from its sleep and its awaiting its master. No more had it waited. The master of this sickly blade wore armor I have never seen before, and I feared it. It was as if I was staring into the eyes of Death. It was dark, absolutely dark and looked as if skeletons had been trapped inside of it. A skull was what I saw on the shoulders, elbows, knees, and the chest of this dark god long forgotten.

On the hilt of the blade, I saw demon skulls with their mouths opened, holding eerie gems in them. It gave the diabolical blade even more ungodly and unbelievable power.

When I looked down at where the humongous blade had penetrated. What I saw brought tears of agony to my eyes and the new pain deep into my heart. Himeko had the blade in her chest, watching her soul devoured by the unholy blade. Our bond, the red thread that connected each of us together that we both only saw, was cut. I became weak and fell to my knees.

Evil laughter came from this old dark god's unwholesome smile. "Do not fret, Lunar Priestess." He said as he lifted his blade up above him and from Himeko's corpse. "…You will see her again…in the soul of my blade!" He shouted as he brought the blade down.

I woke up, panting from the horrendous nightmare. I looked around for Hemiko. She was resting at my side, sleeping as if she was an angel. I was relieved to see her well and living. Her soft breathing was what soothed me from what of my terror too great for a nightmare was. Her blonde hair gleamed under the moonlight, whom I patron and loved very much.

Her skin felt so soft against mine. She was so beautiful under the light of the moon. She is very precious to me and I would never let anyone hurt her. If so, then they'll face my wrath.

I stroke her soft hair, feeling the silk of what her hair felt like. As I did this, she began to stir in her slumber. As her amethyst eyes slowly opened, she stared up into my sapphire eyes tiredly.

"Chikane-san? Why are you up so early?" Hemiko asked both sleepily and innocently. I smiled. "I had some trouble staying asleep, love. Nothing more than that." I said with calmness and peacefulness. Hemiko began to make herself comfortable and lean forward. Her face, her eyes, and everything about her made me drawn to her; even though her wish was for me to be her mistress, I love her equally as she does to me.

Hemiko moved closer to me, trying to help me fall asleep. She asks with full worry. "Did you have a nightmare, Chikane-san." With that said, I felt the pain from the dream now. I told her of a wearisome dream, but not the one I had, which pained me so to lie to her.

Hemiko kissed my lips with such gentleness. She then slowly moved her head away. "You know I would never break my promise, nor would I never let you be in any kind of danger whenever and wherever I am around." I said it so sweetly. I know that she returned her love in full.

I smiled at her, which made her sleepy face blush crimson. I chuckled lightly. She was adorable when she was blushing. "Chikane-san, t-that's so sweet of you to say." Was all she could say.

I leaned forward, kissing Hemiko with pleasure. I never want to watch her be hurt by my hand nor anyone ever again. I would stay with her till the very end of time.

Our kiss was pleasurable and calming. Although the nightmare I had ate at me, it felt as if it had dispersed from my presence. I would not want it to be around to bother me or to cause Hemiko to worry.

What she didn't need was to worry about my life after the Orichi incident, even after we tried to take the life of one another. When the God, Ame no Murakumo, demanded us to slay one of us to sacrifice to appease him and end the Orochi; what we did not understand was, why was there a man of silver-ish white hair and crimson eyes was there and challenged the god of Swords. He ended the pain. But why did he do it?

I continue to think this even now, even while I am kissing Hemiko right now. It bothered my mind so, but, at least we did not do what was supposed to be done thanks to that stranger. Hemiko broke the kiss, blushing. It seemed as if she was considering saying something to me.

"Chikane-san?" She asked shyly.

"Hm?" Was all I said.

"Did you know that man? When we were about to kill each other, he came and angered both the gods, telling us to 'scram'." She asked, which I thought she forgot about. It appears not. I looked into her eyes and reassured her. "Hemiko, that was six months ago and no, I do not know that man." I truthfully explained to her.

The look on Hemiko's face was her usual shameful face, but I told her not to worry about it. Besides, that was the past, and the past should stay in the past.

Hemiko and I have our future ahead of us. Still, if it wasn't for that stranger, Hemiko would be here alone…or I would be here alone.

"We should get back to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." I said with serene. Hemiko looked at me with confusion. "Big day?" She put her index finger on her chin, trying to remember what was tomorrow about. I chuckled lightly. "Tomorrow we have a new teacher. A well-known philosopher to be exact and we wouldn't want to leave a bad impression, would we Hemiko?" As I teased her, she blushed. "Don't you mean?"

I knew where she was going with this. "Yes, Professor Van Reasir."

"The Professor Van Reasir, who explained the depths of the mind and the illusions of pain and misery? The one who defied an existence of a single god inferior and explains the balance of multiple deities? That Van Reasir?" She burst out and blushed with both excitement and nervousness.

"Indeed."

She had fainted out of her little burst. She had begun reading Van Reasir's work not too long ago. Whenever she is in the library, she is looking for his word rich and very complex philosophy. However, I do not know why he chose to become a teacher or leave America for little Mahoroba, Japan. Still, it remains a mystery to me, especially to the both of us.

Until tomorrow, we will find out why.

I fell back to sleep, holding Hemiko's hand, hoping to fall fast asleep. I know that Hemiko will never leave me. But before our fight, I felt horrible for what I did to her, but I wanted her to live. But, it didn't come to that in the end.

Thank you, stranger.

Within a dark world, souls of the abandoned by that of the nameless and cruel god, fell to become no more. The pain and anguish would have been left silent if it weren't for the banished son of death. A child orphaned by the greed of the nameless god, as he watched his father, Death, slain. But, the nameless could not absorb the power of Death. For it remained in his son.

As the nameless showed his anger and frustration, he tossed the child with no name into the abyss. If he could not have the power over Death, then no one could.

To the nameless arrogance, the child thrived under the guidance of an ancient demon forger. His true name cursed, even uttering his name would spill the insides of the person who spoke it on the floor; except for him and his Knights of Destruction.

His realm, so cold and dark, is all he knew after his father's death. Then, the Demon Forger made him a blade of doom, as he named it Domr, armor of the dead, and a steed of black and fiery eyes he calls Kataklysm. Then the Knights of Destruction came; the Knight of Chaos, Knight of Blood, Knight of Decay, Knight of Nightmares, Knight of Flames, and the Knight of Freeze. All his to command and all to serve his very will. Yet, he still had no name.

The child with no name became a man, a true evolution of a deity, after he proclaimed his name as…Death Knight.

The moon, it is the only thing the silver haired man saw while he sat at a table in one of Hahoroba's restaurants, waiting for the pizza he ordered for his daughter and himself. He was a carefree man and very mellow when there were no demons to slay. Yet, if he wasn't the son of the demon, Sparda, then everything would've been completely different. He tapped his fingers on the table, his stomach growling as one of the demons he slain so many years ago. He had his head resting on his hand, tired not from the almost twenty hour flight and the several hours driving with his daughter to Mahoroba, but waiting for the pizza he ordered.

On the other hand, the young girl he was traveling with was his daughter. She was as similar to her father. She had his Silver hair and crimson eyes, yet everything about her reminded her of her father and that she is entitled as the granddaughter of Sparda. She was waiting for her food (Unlike her father, she ordered some Japanese food) patiently and drinking her herbal tea. All the men in the restaurant were looking at her.

Her body was that of a goddess and that of a succubus. "Damn! She must be my goddess!" One man whispered to another. "I would tap that so hard." The other whispered back. Even the women were envious and wanted her for themselves.

This made the man annoyed even more. The fact that their food was running late (hopefully not cold), no beer, and now, everyone was gossiping about his daughter and how they would please her. His eyebrow twitched. Everyone grew silent in both awe and fear. The whispers diverted from being about his daughter, now to him.

People were whispering about who they saw. "Isn't that…" Before one of them could finish whispering, a fan of this man came up to him. "Aren't you the son of Sparda, Dante?"

After that was said, all he could do was smile and say. "Of course I am! Who do you think I am, Will Ferro?" As he said this, the fan bowed before Dante, showing honor to his hero. "N-not at all! I was going to ask you to sign my autograph. I'm a big fan of yours." Dante then signed the autograph. "What's your name?" Dante asked.

The fan told Dante his name. As Dante signed the autograph, the fan turned his attention to Dante's daughter. "Who's this pretty gal?"

Dante handed him the autograph. "She's my daughter." As Dante exclaimed, the fan bowed his head. "Forgive me for the disrespect I caused Dante-san."

Dante's daughter put down her cup of tea, looking at the fan and her father. "My name is Nethe. Thanks for asking." Nethe said with coldness in her voice.

All the men and women in the restaurant fell silent at the sound of her cold voice. The fan then backed away slowly. "Forgive me, Nethe-san." The fan bowed to Nethe before he walked off in fear.

Dante looked at his daughter, who seemed to be like a clone of himself. Dante sighed. "I know you do not like the idea of leaving Sin City, leaving America for a prestigious school in a small town is-"Before he could finish, Nethe cut him off. "It isn't about that, is it father?"

Dante sighed. "It is that completely. Why? Do you think I would do this for whatever you did?"

Nethe sighed; she didn't want to lose the freedom of kicking angel and demon ass. Why a prestigious school? Because of fatherly love…and an old friend's connection to the head of the Himemiya family, Ichirio; in exchange for the time that Dante saved his family from a horde of demons. Yet, the promise and a slot for Nethe at Ototachibana Academy and good place to learn and live as a normal teenager. Even though he taught her all he knew, he wanted her to give her a good life.

Nethe sighed. "Why does it feel like you are abandoning me?"

Dante replied. "You never went to school and you never had your own friends. I want you to experience your life as it is."

With that, Nethe gave in. Overall, she is strong willed and strong hearted. She knew what her father was trying to do. But it was saddening, yes, but she knew it was true.

As their food came and was ready and still warm, Nethe looked out of the window and saw the moon. She wondered. I feel just like the moon…