HELLO MY LITTLE KITTENS! So this is something I thought up while I was at my mom's house listening to the game opening for BLACK ROCK SHOOTER (awesome rock song by the way). Basically I had a bunch of these loose plots floating around in my head with several crucial points and then in a sudden burst of inspiration I combined to create this little fic! Now we'll start out with the prologues then get on to the story. Enjoy!
Prologue 1: Sent from shadows
The loud music of the club vibrated off the walls as the two figures made their way inside. Despite being a club in the Underworld it still had your typical flashy stuff that you'd see in a club from the human world, only slightly darker. How much darker? Instead of a bunch of mortal morons on ecstasy you had demons, angels, hell hounds (in their human forms, of course) and several other mythological creatures on white pixie dust. Now you may find it strange that angels and demons are in the same place without fighting, which is acceptable considering you are only a mere mortal. You see, these are not your typical angels and demons. Both groups are trained soldiers that carry out the orders of their 'bosses' as they like to call them. Demons work for Satan and angels work for God. The two figures that entered the club, however, were neither of these creatures. Also despite being together they were very different, one representing death and the other working for life. The taller one one was dressed in a long black leather coat that remained connected until about the waist line with no sleeves, showing off his pale muscular arms. His hood covered half of his face even though he was wearing a red mask that covered most of it in the first place. On his back a large black scythe was in it's strap, ready to be taken out at any moment. His large hands were covered by black gloves, which were currently balled in fists at his sides. His other companion was much shorter and much smaller than he was. The smaller man was also wearing a long coat in similar fashion to the larger man, except it was made of thick red cloth with white bands gong down the sides, also it actually had sleeves. He was wearing tight red pants that ended at the knees with red and white boots that looked similar to his coat. Half of his face was covered by his hood as well but out from underneath you could see a scraggly beard similar to one that you might see on a goat. The smaller man looked around the club, taking in this new and unfamiliar territory. The walls and floor shifted from a black to dark purple color, the floor lighting up with electronic squares flashing other dark colors that were quite fitting to the atmosphere. There was a giant DJ stand to the side near a long bar with several people sitting by and downing drinks. He almost chuckled at the DJ wearing the giant teddy-bear head with vampire fangs, but restrained himself as to oblige to his counterparts wishes. Normally he would do no such thing but he had never been in such a place like this and frankly it wasn't really his style, to put it simply. There were many people on the dance floor, the brightness of their outfits varying from black to shiny silver, depending on how close to the Underworld you were bound. The larger man scanned the people in the club until his eyes fell on a man sitting at a bar, uninterested in the action around him in favor of staring at his drink. This man was very similar to him, but his coat was more of a grey color as was his scythe. Also his arm was branded with tattoos and the gloves he wore cut off at the lower knuckles. The larger man sighed and nodded at his partner. The other man grumbled and leaned over to him.
"Do we really have to do it like that Kane? People might get the wrong idea!" He whispered as loud as he could so that the other man could hear him over the music.
The larger man, Kane, sighed again and looked down at his partner. "Look Daniel, you reek of Bambi and flowers! These demons will be on you faster than you can say 'oh shit' if they don't know for sure that you're my companion. And don't even say that they won't be intimidated by me, no creature in their right mind will mess with a divine being."
Daniel sighed and resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face. "Fine, but if your brother says anything I swear to Cybele I will set his shiny long hair on fire!" [1]
Daniel slowly reached over and wrapped his shorter arms around Kane's long forearm, much like an escort. Kane couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, sure you will. Now just...keep your head down."
Slowly, Kane and Daniel made their way over to the man at the bar. They tried their best to avoid other people and seeing how they could all sense who and what Kane was they all parted like the red sea. Daniel would occasionally glance up and see brightly dressed angels with white stained sniper rifles leaning over and whispering to darkly dressed demons polishing their throwing knives, one always gesturing in his direction. This was humiliating to Daniel, he was way too powerful to have to put up with this bullshit. Frankly if he wanted to he could just torch and freeze all these people with the snap of a finger, but Kane advised him not to so that he didn't have to deal with their bosses. Sometimes Daniel wondered if Kane had ever seen the face of God or the Devil. Despite their choice of clothing Kane and his brother didn't work for God nor Satan [2]. That was only one of the reasons why beings like them were feared by all, mortal beings and ones more mystical. Kane lead them over to the bar and took a seat next to his brother while Daniel remained standing, subconsciously clinging to his arm like it would save his life. Kane looked over to Daniel and gave him a look that might express confusion and annoyance. Daniel gulped a little and sat down in the stool next to Kane, finally letting go of his arm. The bar tender, a pale skinned hunting beast known as a vampire with short platinum hair covering his right eye, which Daniel assumed to be blood red like the left one, walked over to Kane while cleaning out a mug.
"What can I serve to you fine gentleman?"
Judging by his accent this vampire spent most of his time in Russia, probably near the more populated areas as it gave more opportunities to catch prey.
"I'll have a glass of whiskey, straight up. And my friend here..." He glanced at Daniel, smirking for a moment before looking back at the bar tender. "...he'll have a Grasshopper."
Kane's brother chuckled a little next to him as Daniel fumed, trying his best to shoot angry vibes at Kane who only smiled from amusement. The bartender, however, had apathy for it and went away to prepare the drinks. Kane's brother downed his drink of scotch before turning his gaze towards Kane, also looking behind him for a brief moment at Daniel.
"Well little brother..." He said, his voice deep in slight amusement. "...I never thought I would see the day where you, ahem, teamed up with a pixie dust spreading sprite."
Daniel growled at the word 'sprite' but Kane waved his hand at Daniel, silently telling him to shut up. "You know that's not why I'm here Undertaker. Besides it's not like we had much of a choice."
Undertaker snorted at his brother, his gaze returning to his glass as he began to swish the ice around. "I figured as much. You're gonna have to fill me in on you two seeing how you we haven't talked in, oh I don't know, 50 years?"
Kane sighed and nodded at the bartender as he placed their drinks down and quickly left. He picked up his glass and stared at the liquid before taking a swig at it, grunting at the way it burned his throat. This stuff was certainly made for creatures of this world.
"I've been busy lately, as you can see. But judging by those lines on your face you've been busy too, brother."
Undertaker sighed before letting out a chuckle. "Haven't we all been busy? Hell it seems like the farther in time we go the more the humans want to kill each other. And for what? Money, power, so called 'racial superiority/inferiority' as the kids put it? I sure as hell don't miss the days where we had to go out of our division just to collect the souls of the mass slaughtered. I'm sure you remember that ultimate payday?"[3]
Kane pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah...I was one of the reapers that was sent to Polska and Rossiya to track down the wandering souls. I didn't see you there...where were you deployed?"
Undertaker took in a deep breath and tilted his back, as if thinking. "Several places, Deutschland, France, Italia, even Zhōngguó. But those were small jobs so I guess it wasn't as bad as trying to find the buggers." [4]
"I guess..." Kane glanced around the club, making sure that any strangers were a fair distance away before turning back to his brother and leaning over anyways. "I'm sure by now that you've heard about Mory by now."
Undertaker paused for a moment before picking up his glass, the object glowing for a moment before he crushed it with his hand, turning it into dust. Kane felt Daniel tense behind him, but ignored it as he was not surprised. Undertaker wiped the dust off of his hands and pulled out a gold coin from his pocket, tossing it at the rather annoyed bar tender.
"Who hasn't heard of the bastard? Rumor has it he's gotten some demons and angels on his side. Even God is pissed about it." Undertaker said with a dark tone.
Kane scoffed and turned back to his brother, mocking disbelief written all over his face. "Are you telling me that God is actually giving a shit about what goes down here?"
Undertaker snorted. "Yep, he's got some of his best angels investigating it. He's even sending messengers to try and convince some of his ex-employees to help out."
Kane felt a poke at his side, but ignored it in favor of talking to his brother. "I thought AAs [5] only worked for profit? Is he hiring them?"
Undertaker shrugged, Kane feeling another poke at his side but still continued to ignore it. "Who knows? He is God after all, no one knows what's going on in that head of his."
Kane felt another poke, now getting a little annoyed and shrugged it off. "Except maybe himself, but it's not like they'll..."
He noticed Undertaker looking behind him, slightly shocked and his hand going to the hilt of his scythe. Kane then heard a stifled yell from behind him that he recognized to be Daniel's. He shot up from his seat and turned, seeing a demon in the form of a male gang member in dark clothing with his arms restraining Daniel by wrapping them around his neck and waist. Daniel's hood was pulled back, his dark dirty-blonde hair getting mused by all his thrashing. Daniel had instinctively reached for the demons arm around his neck, as to prevent the demon from strangling him. Unlike Kane or any other creature in this club, a nature spirit couldn't go very long without air. Plus being this deep in the Underworld for him was suffocating enough as it is. Kane looked at Daniel almost as if asking why when the demon reached into Daniel's coat and took out what looked like an ordinary hand gun. It was then that Kane noticed that everybody else in the club had vacated the premises.
"Oh how nice of you to give your little sprite a Reaper Gun [6]!" The demon said with a voice filled with arrogance.
Daniel thrashed a little more at being called a sprite again, which would have been amusing if not for the circumstances. Kane reached for his scythe but the demon took a step back, tsking at him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The demon said gesturing to his right.
Kane glanced over and saw an angel in female form crouched down behind a table with a sniper rifle aimed at the demon and Daniel. They knew that a mere bullet from an angel's rifle wouldn't effect a Grimm Reaper but a nature spirit...it would cause some damage. Kane cursed in his head, unsure of what to do. He locked eyes with Daniel, his blue-green eyes showing actual fear. It was then that Kane regretted bringing Daniel to the Underworld, he knew that he should have left Daniel in the human world! But of course Daniel pestered him about being able to handle himself and Kane really didn'twant to put up with it. Seeing no other way out of this, Kane pushed back his hood revealing long black hair, a red mask, and mismatching eyes that could pierce a mortal soul.
"What do you want?" Kane asked in a stern voice.
Undertaker, understanding the circumstance, moved his hand away from from his scythe as to not set off the angel. The demon snorted, amused by Kane's question.
"Well isn't this a pretty picture! A mother fucking Grimm Reaper trying to negotiate with a demon! Besides I'm sure you know who sent me!"
"Mory..." Undertaker said quietly behind Kane.
Kane growled a little and resisted the urge to to punch this demon in the face. "Look...I thought Mory just wanted angels and demons, what would he want with a nature spirit?"
The demon snorted again, only making Kane even more pissed off. "How the fuck should I know? He just told me what to look for! My guess is he's trying to get at you bastards!"
Kane was about to say something else when suddenly there was a sharp sound followed by a stab. They all looked over to see that the angel had an arrow in her head, her clear blood spilling onto the floor. Before the demon could react Daniel kicked him in the nuts and broke out of the demon's grasp. Daniel grabbed the Reaper Gun and aimed it at the demon. He wasn't able to pull the trigger as Kane grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him back as an arrow went straight through the demon's head and right at Kane's chest, but he caught it mid-air. Black blood dripped from the tip of the arrow as he threw it to the side. He immediately turned to Daniel and crossed his arms at the man, giving him a stern look.
"I told you this would happen but noooo! You just had to prove another point to me that I already get!" Kane to said to him in a rather harsh tone.
Daniel would have retorted the comment if the archer that had shot the demon didn't yell at them from across the club. They looked over and saw a tall man clad in a green Elven combat tunic [7]. His hood was down revealing spiky red hair and an icy blue gaze. However aside from his hair what stood out the most were his pointy elf ears.
"Um...why the hell is an elf standing there?" Daniel asked, confused.
The elf glared at Daniel for a moment before walking over to the angel and pulling his arrow out of her head, taking out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off of the tip.
"Oh I'm sorry, I thought a lot of people knew that there were still elves in Ireland! Looks like all that reassurance was just a bunch of rubbish, Taker." The elf said as he made his way back over to the demon.
Undertaker sighed and walked past his brother and Daniel, standing a little less than a feet away from the dead body of the demon. "It's not my fault that your kind hasn't really shown themselves to the mortal world in the past thousand years or so. Which frankly is ironic seeing how you live there, right Sheamus?"
The elf, Sheamus, let out a snort of derision before picking his arrow up from where Kane had thrown it next to the demon's head, cleaning it and putting it back in his quiver. "Can you really blame us Taker? After that mass elf-hunt back in the day my kind don't really trust humans that much anymore." Sheamus chuckled bitterly. "And to think they did it just for some old wrinkly guy sitting on a golden throne. I guess it's just lucky for us that king decided to not give a damn anymore."
Undertaker nodded, knowing what he was talking about. "Yep, another payday for us Reapers. But that's not why you're here."
Sheamus paused for a moment before nodding. "You probably sensed it by now too. There's a strange unrest in the mortal world, and not just from Mory."
Undertaker was about to nod when he paused and gazed at Sheamus with a questioning look. "You don't mean...?"
Sheamus nodded. "Yes, the humans have overstepped their boundaries."
Prologue 2: Light the Fire in my Heart
The cell was dark and damp, giving it an eerie atmosphere. Sitting in the corner was a man in the classic prisoner's uniform, only his cuffs were thicker and more advanced. He constantly wondered what he did to deserve this crap. He had served his country and had never committed a crime, so why did they do this to him? The door to his cell opened letting in a little light. The light reflected off of his tan skin, despite having been locked down there for little over a year. He looked up, flinching a little from the brightness before his soft blue eyes adjusted to the light. Standing in the doorway was a man in a military-issue security uniform.
"Come on John, it's time." The guard said.
John sighed and pushed himself off of the ground, stretching his legs a bit before walking out of the cell with the guard. In the hallway there were about 5 other guards, all armed, waiting for them. John chuckled at them.
"Are you all my welcoming comity?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.
None of the guards said anything, which John found to be quite typical. They all formed a barrier around John, a lot like a wall, and one of the guards pushed John forward. They made their way down the hall towards the elevator, two guards getting in first before the rest of them entered. One of the guards put in a code and pressed a red button before the elevator doors closed and they began to ascend. In case you're wondering, they were quite a few floors underground (about 10) and making their way back up to where the sun shined, as John would put it. After a few minutes the elevator doors opened giving the view of the inside of a normal prison, but all the cells were empty. They all walked out of the elevator, but John tripped. One of the guards tried to roughly pull him up, which is exactly what John was counting on. He swung around and hit the guard in the head with his cuffs before grabbing him and pushing his bound wrists against the guy's throat from behind. The other guards attempted to come at him, but he threatened to break the guy's neck if they didn't comply to his wishes. They all knew what he wanted and the guard with the keys unlocked his cuffs and they fell to the ground with a rather loud bang. For a moment John wondered how stupid these guys were before his eyes changed to an electric blue color, his left eye emitting a bright blue flame. At seeing the blue flame the guards tried to run but John threw the guard he had been holding at them and surrounded himself with blue fire. He then jumped over the railing and landed on his feet with a thud, the fire dispersing among the room. He then ran over to the wall and blasted a hole in it, not bothering to stop his running. The sirens wailed from the building as he ran through the desert, typical. He could run a hell of a lot faster than a normal human so getting away was generally easy despite having to dodge the ammunition of several helicopters, but he didn't stop running until the sun began to set. When he stopped he was at the edge of a cliff looking over a bright city that he knew as Las Vegas. He was panting from the run, suddenly feeling exhausted as he sat down. He should probably get out of the open, but right now he just wanted a few minutes of rest. The fire in his eye had died down and his eyes had returned to their natural color. They always lit up like that when he activated his powers. He wasn't born with them, no, they were forced upon him by his nation's military scientists. John had been serving as a Marine when he was notified that he had been selected for a special program. Of course he cooperated, but he regretted his choice to this day. They sent him to some facility and conducted experiments on him, using some 'dark force' as they called it. He had tried to escape once before, which is when his powers activated for the first time. From what he knows he can produce blue fire, run fast, and jump great lengths. It reminded him a lot like Superman and Captain America, is a sense. John heard footsteps behind him and he turned around sharply, shocked by what he saw. Standing behind him was was a man probably around his height in an outfit that looked like it was from Orlando Bloom's wardrobe during Lord of the Rings, bow and all. He couldn't really see the man's face because his hood was up, but he saw pale skin and bright red hair. John jumped up from his spot on the ground but the man waved his hand at him.
"I'm not here to hurt you, human." This man sounded like he was Ireland or something.
John noticed the way this man said the word 'human', it was bitter...like he wanted to kill him but something was stopping him. But despite that John couldn't help but chuckle.
"You know, I wish I could still call myself that." John paused for a moment, as if thinking. "Who are you?"
The man chuckled as well before turning away from John. "You will find out soon enough, but right now I have finish what that damn Reaper told me to do. Frankly I don't see why he just didn't do this himself. Follow me."
Yep, I'm ending it there. So...what do you think? Frankly I think if you put these guys in a team they would unstoppable in ANY match! Well, I guess I have some explaining to do.
[1] Cybele is a goddess of the fertile earth, nature, and wild animals (Wikipedia). I figured that seeing how Daniel is a spirit of nature and the whole logic of this story he wouldn't say "I swear to God", so I looked up some gods of nature as a quirk.
[2] Seeing how Grimm Reapers mainly collect souls I figured that they wouldn't be on anyone's side in particular when it comes to God and Satan. If you think about it people go to heaven or hell, so Reapers have to bring the souls to both places. Ergo, they just do their job without getting orders fro anyone except maybe higher Grimm Reapers. Also Grimm Reapers tend to live pretty lonely lives if they don't have siblings, so it's weird that Kane has the company of Daniel (a nature spirit).
[3] Grimm Reapers refer to events of genocide as 'paydays' because they get worked to the bone at those times, in a manner of speaking. When they say the 'ultimate payday' they're referring to the Holocaust of WWII. A lot of people were killed before their intended time so there wasn't a reaper to collect them, making them wander around the human world which is where ghosts come from. You might be wondering if Grimm Reapers care about genocide and the answer is yes, they do. Not only does it create more work for them but it's also a reminder that humanity is going to shit which is sad in its own way.
[4] Grimm Reapers probably don't speak any definite language so they refer to countries as the people of that land call it, addressing it as it's real name. The countries they mentioned were Poland, Russia, Germany, France, Italy, and China.
[5] AA in this case stands for Arch-Angels. Sometimes demons and angels will want to go off on their own and throw away their place in heaven/hell to do so. They basically work as mercenaries for anyone who will pay, including humans.
[6] Reaper Guns, or RGs, are guns made by Reapers that can be used by anyone. Instead of firing bullets it fires dark energy and as long as it makes contact with it's target that person's soul will be ripped out of their body, basically killing them.
[7] Just imagine him in what Legolas wears for most of the LOTR movies.
So yeah...that's basically it. More will be explained later on so...yeah. Well I hoped you enjoyed this! Reviews are love!
Love and yaoi
~ladyknights104
