Summary: When Moka is in danger, Tsukune always came to her aid. It was believed to be her blood in him. But, what if, at the last moment, another type of blood flowed within him? A more... demonic sort of blood.
A/N: This fic is made by me, but I own no parts of Rosario+Vampire, while from DnD I own only the class I made.
In this fic, I will attempt to do a minor crossover with DnD in the form of one of my homebrewed classes, the Demonblooded Warrior. So, without further ado, here is the fluff and the story. It will remain as a one-shot unless enough people demand it to become a full-fledged story of its own.
In a world of monsters, who is to say demons are non-existent? In a world where human/monster halfbreeds exist, who can claim that human/demon halfbreeds are impossible? And, if there was, once, a human/demon crossbreed, then where did the ancestral taint vanish? How can the unforgivable sin be erased? How far into one's descendants does it reach?
A perfectly normal, extraordinarily ordinary boy, a human thrust in the world of monsters with no warning or knowledge, is about to find out. How can one man's soul withstand the ancestral taint of a demon's blood? Now, that, my dear readers... is what the real question is all about...
The stage is set at a warehouse where a halfblood, an outcast Ayashi named Kusabi Midou, who has used the Vampire's weakness to water in order to weaken Moka and kill her. Unfortunately for him, a rage, a demonic fury, was ignited in the heart of Tsukune and things were forever changed...
The Blood Ignited
Tsukune looked at Moka, fallen to her knees. He couldn't believe it. How could she ask him to leave? How could she claim he was nothing to her? How could she let this happen? Why couldn't she let him help her? Be with her as he wanted? Why? Why? WHYWHYWHY?
In a dark place, a black and red light pulsed.
Ba-dump...
His heart. It hurt... It hurt so much, so very much... to see her like this, on her knees, awaiting a killing blow as a bastard, a pathetic half-breed struck her on her one weakness... a weakness he was responcible for...
"No..." A whisper... harse, coarse and so low it went unheard.
The fist, monstrous and deformed came closer to Moka's body and Tsukune's heart clenched. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't act, he couldn't do anything...
It hurt... it hurt so much... it felt as if his heart would explode in his heart...
The light pulsed again...
Ba-dump...
The blow landed and Moka was sent flying, dumbling over debris that impaled her in three different places. She screamed, and Tsukune could barely hold on against that pain...
"HAHAHAHA!" Midou laughed. "HOW'S THAT FOR A VAMPIRE?"
Ba-dump...
The Ayashi's words were... distorted...
The light pulsed faster...
"I killed HER!"
Ba-dump, ba-dump...
His world shifted in and out... his heart beat strongly... the world slowed down...
The light grew stronger as its pulse hastened more...
"I KILLED THAT VAMPIRE WHORE!"
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump...
His heart ached and burned and hurt and he almost screamed out in unbearable pain...
There was no pulse any more; it was a steadily growing stronger light, black, red and malicious.
"WE OUTCAST AYASHI ARE SUPERIOR! WE ARE UNDEFEATABLE!
Ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-dump-ba-DUMP!
Youki, raw, wild and furious erupted around Tsukune, its force making Moka regain her consciousness, the Ayashi to shrink back against the surrounding walls and even reached an Exorcist and his aide, coming towards them, giving them pause at the sheer malice they could feel, even miles away from the source of power.
"RAAAAAAARGH!"
Until now Moka had never quite been around a being with power to rival hers, even when her mother fought Alucard, she never quite lashed out with her power. Up until now, Moka had never really experienced the primal fear that all Ayashi come to know; that of a being as superior to them as they are to humans. It was humbling, it was a hurting blow to her pride.
Inside the veritable pillar of youki, Tsukuen battled himself.
HATE!
No...
FURY!
No...
WRATH!
N-No...
DESTROY!
N-n-no...
HATE! FURY!
Please... no...
HATEFURYWRATHKILLDESTROY!
He lost.
Another rage, an all-encompasing, all-devouring, all-crushing fury exploded from his heart... and he changed.
His knes reversed direction and he almost fell. He didn't because his taibone grew to a tail, long, sinuous, made of segmented bones, spiked and bladed, tipped with a spear tip, muscle and nerves raw and uncovered by flesh on display. His arms grew and bone ripped out of his flesh, covering them in a basic armor, flaps of skin falling off from a flesh that no longer was like it, acidic blood burning them off. Fingers, once human, soft and weak turned to vicious claws, each more than eight inches long, curved and vicious. His shirt was torn to rags, skin and flesh still on it as he exploded in shards and plates of bone, protecting an ever-growing muscle that had nothing to do with any human physiology. Blood, black, viscous and foul-smelling trickled from the gaps of the plates, flying around him in a haze along with his youki. His head changed and deformed, elongating to that of a huge wolf, or maybe bear, half-open, drooling and displaying inhumanly serrated teeth, his lips gone. It too was covered by plate, making a crown around his head, protecting his neck and the back of his head. Hair changed to a silver color as they elongated to several feet in length and became spiked, protruding in every direction and becoming as rigid as a blade while maintaining the ability to bend if he so willed.
When the pillar dispersed, there was no human standing there. There was a demon, ripped out from the planes of hell and come to destroy all in its sight.
And that happened to be Kusabi Midou, who at that moment was emitting an overbearing scent of fear.
Good. He should.
The demon leapt at the stupefied Ayashi and brought him down with a crash. What followed would be engraved in the memory of all that watched on, held by morbid fascination. The demonic being clawed at Midou's chest and arm, rending them and opening his chest to the world. Again and again he clawed at him until he resembled nothing more than a slaughtered animal. But he was still alive and screaming. The demon decided to end it. He bit down on Midou's head and crushed it between its powerfull jaws, instantly killing him.
It didn't stop there. It leapt to the nearest enemy next to it and tore it in half, sending innards flying. The being snarled and roared in fury.
The Ayashi woke from their stupor, though it was more their desparate instincts to fight or flee that took control, and they tried to fight off the thing they had unleashed.
Four of them leapt around the demon, their elongated limbs ready to crush it from a safe distance. It wasn't safe. The demon roared and spun its head, its hair growing out to more than two dozen feet and tearing right through the flesh and bone of the attackers, leaving them with hair-thin slashes, but so many of them they became unrecognizable.
Realizing the danger of coming even relatively close to the being, another decided to use its ability to fire off its teeth in order to attack at range. The projectiles bounced off harmlessly on the thick armor of the demon and it roared. Its mouth glowed and it spat out not saliva, but a glob of acid with pin-point accuracy, right at its attacker. The Ayashi's scream as its head and chest melted would bring nightmares to even vampires.
Moka watched in horror and abject terror as her friend, her kind-hearted friend, the one person she would always try to protect, became that, a demon, a murderer. A hand, covered in a cloak grabbed and, before she had time to resist, pulled her away through a hole in the warehouse walls.
As soon as she was out, abjectly noting three known faces around her in the form of Kurono Kurumu, Shirayuki Mizore and Sendo Yukari, while an awfully familiar youki stood behind her, another cloak-covered form took place in front of her. It retrieved a silver cross from some fold of its clothing and began chanting in an unknown language. In responce, a barrier surrounded the building, its soft glow indicating it to be completely separate from the world around it. But, through the cracks of the cement, one could easily see the ongoing massacre.
"M-Moka! W-w-what the hell is that?" Cried out Kurumu, scared and terrified. Tsukune was supposed to be along her, but they only retrieved Moka, so where was Tsukune? Where was her destined one?
"T-t-that... that... that thing is..." Moka stuttered, not even believing what she was seeing, what she had seen, the force of the youki still causing her to shiver in memory. She wasn't soft by any means, but to feel herself so completely smothered by another's presence... She just couldn't form words properly. "That... that... is... T-Tsukune..."
Disbelieving stares, cries of impossibility. Moka turned away at Kurumu's glare. "What are you talking about Moka? That thing... there's no way Tsukune-kun is that thing!"
The cloaked figure that had raised the barrier spoke, the voice heavy with power but also tired, maybe resigned, regretfull even. "No... it is true. That is Tsukune-kun... To think... to think an Akuchi would exist even at this day and age... to think that one of them survived the purge... The vampire blood in him, Akashiya's blood in him, the Shinzo blood in him... it must have awakened it, ignited the remnants of the demonic taint... Things are going to become more interesting, but not necessarily in a good way..."
At the mere mention of 'Akuchi', the person behind Moka gasped audibly, closely followed by Yukari. Both cried out "Impossible!" fear coloring their voices.
"W-what is the Akuchi?" Asked Kurumu, afraid of what that would mean.
"Akuchi... the blood of a demon... it... it comes from a half-demon diluting its blood by procreating... It becomes so diluted that no signs of it exist outwards or inwards, the bearer becomes... human or ayashi... for all intents and purposes... It lies dormant, asleep... for hundreds of years until something triggers it... and then it explodes... but they were supposed to be extinct hundreds of years ago!" Now the woman's voice reached the verge of hysteria. "They were supposed to be killed, purged! Even the humans hunted them down! None has appeared in hundreds of years and all known bloodlines have been eradicated to the last! How? How can this be?"
The barrier-user sighed deeply. "Not completely eradicated. In my youth, I too fought a few with the others. What terrifying monsters they had become... One of them almost rivaled Alucard in sheer power... though thankfully, it was driven quite insane by the demon within... But to think one of them survived, we had hunted them down to the last... This one seems to have even more potential than that one... Fortunately, I have something that could help seal it, even temporarily, until Tsukune-kun can control it..."
It sounded uncertain, but it was obvious that this was the man's last hope. Didn't mean Kurumu took it lieing down. "Chotto! What do you mean 'control' it? How can he control something like this?"
The man sighed as he motioned for the woman behind him to reveal herself. When she did, it elicited quite a gasp at who she was, Toujou Ruby, the witch they had met and saved some time ago.
"The Aku no chi is no different than your Shinso blood Moka-san... He needs to control it or it will consume him... There's only two things that can hold it back; genuine affection and true love. If he can find those two, it will strengthen his will enough to make his other personality, the demon's personality, submit. If he doesn't... he will fall, and if he does, then his very soul will be devoured by the demon within and become a raging beast like he is now, only even worse... So, the only choice is to help him control it, after he calms down from his rage that is."
The group watched the demon rampage inside the seal, tearing outcasts apart and then desecrating their very corpses, hour after hour, they sat and watched an action so horrible, so utterly malicious that Moka doubted even Alucard himself could reach.
But eventually, it came to an end, as the demon had no more to kill, no more to desecrate, no more to destroy, and slowly its rage was spent and it fell asleep, though its scent, the memory, the primal calling sign of its existence, even suppressed, remained around the newly released boy.
Tsukune didn't release his transformation, it released him, no longer able to sustain itself in the world. He fell to his knees, covered in blood, gore and flesh from tip to top, every inch of his bearing the marks of his actions, of his failing to reel in the eternal fury within. One word crossed his mind; Unclean. Its synonym, Impure. The opposite of 'Good', 'Kindness', 'Caring'...
He screamed. He screamed and wept as he felt, first hand, relived every memory of the massacre, knowing it was he would did it, it was he who slaughtered them, it was he who ripped them and desecrated even their bodies. It was he who was the real monster. His eyes were wide and the pupils dilated as he merely looked at his hands and wept, words coming out messed up from his throat.
A hand touched his shoulder and he reeled back. When he saw who's hand it was, a concerned Kurumu's, he reeled back even further, wallowing in self-loathing. How could she? How could she touch him, look at him in that way after what he had done? How... how could she touch him, soil herself with the marks, the proof, of his wickedness, his impurity, his own malicious acts?
"G-get... GET AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed as he scrambled away from her, his fear evident in his every movement. "DON'T COME CLOSER!"
Kurumu was surprised and hurt; she just wanted to help him, show him she cared. So why would he react like that? How horrible was it to... "Tsukune..."
"I... I don't! I don't want to hurt you! Please! Please leave me! Please leave me alone! Please... please just... just go..."
So that was it. He wasn't scared for himself, but of himself, of hurting them. That wonderful, wonderful man, no wonder he was her destined one. Kurumu walked slowly towards him, her arms open wide, trusting him.
"It's ok Tsukune... don't worry. I know you won't hurt me, I know who you really are and I don't mind. See? You don't hurt me." Her voice was soothing, just like her mother had taught her when she was taught on how to calm others without needing to resort to their racial charm ability. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him closely to her, unconcerned with her clothes getting soaked in blood and the intestines of the murdered Ayashi. "See? It's ok Tsukune, you don't hurt me, you could never hurt me..."
It took him a few seconds to let go, but he did and hugged her back, sobbing into her arms, bawling at his lost innocense, his lost humanity, his lost chance to not be condemned to Hell for all his actions.
A few feet back, Yukari, Mizore and Inner Moka watched carefully. They all wanted to do what Kurumu did, each for their own reasons, but they were nowhere near as honest with their emotions, so they let the succubus work her magic, one of her few areas of expertise. Moka sighed tiredly, it wasn't just the water, but everything else on top of it, she was so tired she felt she would sleep for a fortnight, and knowing her softer side, she probably would. It was an easy matter to retrieve her Rosario and place it back to its place. Outer Moka stood there only for a few seconds, absorbing the memories of the past hours before she ran at Kurumu and Tsukune, her too able to express her emotions enough to help the still crying boy.
It was a relatively easy matter to give the spare cloak Ruby used to cover Tsukune, his own clothes having been torn apart in his transformation, and sneak back to the school. The Exorcist told Tsukune he could help with controlling his demonic side, but he would need a couple of days to complete preparations.
As Tsukune lay on the hospital bed, Moka, Kurumu, Yukari and Mizore around him, he fell asleep, but to a dreamless slumber, reminiscent of an endless void.
The void glowed a red and black light and a voice, a terrifyingly familiar voice reached Tsukune's very soul... "Welcome back, my foolish side! Time to suffer!"
Unheard by any of the girls, a scream pierced Tsukune's mind; a scream of utter pain and terror.
A/N: For those intrigued, you can find the Demonblooded Warrior in the Giant In The Playground forums under my name there, which is Soulblazer87.
In short, for those not intimate with DnD; Demonblooded Warriors are completely undisguisable from other people of their race. Nothing marks them as different. However, destiny comes knocking on their door and their rage, a demon's rage in unleashed. From that point on, they can at will transform into a demonic form with highly increased stats and various abilities that are custom-made to each character. Of course, they suffer great stigma if discovered, but in some cases they have been accepted. The demonic blood within them materializes into an NPC Inner Demon who tries to convince the character to fall to the darkness by tempting or using whatever means necessary. One can fall by following their demon too closely or staying too long in their battle form, somethig they have to do very often since apart from that form they cannot fight in any way shape or form. Mind you, even evil demonblooded do not wish to fall because doing so is to surrender their very souls to something different and become slaves to an inner demon, loosing their very identity in the meantime. The demonic side has several ways to entice the player, including gifting the player with powerful abilities that mimic those of demons and can easily be considered 'overpowered', but at the cost of acquiring unremovable Taint. When the Taint count reaches 10, the character is lost, forever.
Today, on this 9/6/2012, I, Soulblazer87, do hereby leave this site, possibly forever.
I shall not update this, or any other story.
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