Wicked Whispers and Nightmarish Necromancy
Prologue
Cold sweat dripped from her brow, her eyes usually full of joy and laughter were clouded in fear and uncertainty. Her body, a map of anguish and fatigue was covered in purpling bruises and open wounds. Her brown eyes shimmered with faltering confidence as she stared down her opponent. Caught in shadows, her challenger didn't make a sound waiting for her to make the next move. In this silence and torment she could feel her body giving up, faltering, and yearning for rest and recuperation. But nothing, nothing would keep her from what she had to do, she would never give up, even in death if it came to that.
The darkness that wove itself in and out of her bluish-black hair deepened and spread throughout the dismal dungeon-like crypt she was in. Although keeping her focus on the enemy she could see decaying bodies stuffed in carefully carved holes in the walls, some were even carelessly pilled upon the floor creating molding mountains of the dead. A steady drip surrounded her, she could hear it fall from the walls and slide across the ceiling, slowly eroding away the long ago polished limestone. Slowly as if it had to push through the gloom itself a strange smell rose up into her nose, wrinkling her face at the stench she tightened her grip on the bloody katana. Raising her confidence a little she cried out at the formidable monster in front of her.
"I will kill you, you can be sure of it!" Surprising herself as her words came out strong and fluent, full of passion and energy she added, "Go back to the darkness from which you came you filthy bastard!" Rushing the monster with all she had in her, which wasn't much, she brought the dirtied sword above her head. Jumping into the air, exceeding the monster's seven- foot stature began to bring it down, never taking her eyes from her target. "HIYIA!" A final war cry bellowed from somewhere inside as she felt the metal connect with the being's hard, rough skin. Dropping to the hard, cold, and now blood-drenched ground she let out a sigh of relief mixed with depleted vitality. With great energy she stood up leaning heavily on her weapon.
Cold laughter echoed off the ancient walls causing small stones to break loose and crumble towards the floor. The voice, deep and raspy attacked her ears while at the same time failure ran through her veins. "Did you really think you could defeat me with that pathetic thing you call a weapon?" She knew the question was not meant to be answered so she readied her weary body for another attack. "Your skills, meek as they are have grown, it is a shame, if you would have consented to stay becoming my best pupil I could have shown you such things. Things your mind couldn't even comprehend right now!" Still hanging in the shadows the being before her dressed in a raven dyed robe began to advance on the young girl before it. "So sorry about your fiancée, he was indeed the best fighter I have ever come up against in all the millennia's I've been alive. It is a foolish thing love, it killed him and now it will destroy you as well!" Pausing to take in the room around him, the being unhooked his cloak letting it fall heavily to the ground. Smiling, pleased at the small gasp the surprised and horrified girl before him gave he continued. "Now, young girl you see the demon with which you face, your hesitation will be your downfall." Faster than her eye could track the being cleared the distance between them in less than a half a second.
Her eyes wide and teary shimmered in what light there was in the dismal chamber of the dead. The breath that was once flowing freely from her lungs escaped and left her body to deal with harsh reality of death. Clutching the demon's skin in her hands she managed to pull her face to its ear as her blood, crimson and thick flowed to the ground. A small river of blood that wound itself down the delicate curves of her lips to her heart shaped chin marred her usually beautiful features. With all she had in her she made a final promise to the inhuman creature that had just run her through with its monstrous claws.
"This may be my grave but it will never by my cage…I will have my revenge!" With those final words she slipped into an even darker abyss. Her body finally letting go she crumpled motionless into the demon's arms.
Thrusting the lifeless body from its deformed limbs with disgust the demon walked back to where his cloak lay in wait. Returning it to its resting- place around his shoulders the beast glided back to the dead teenager. "You were right about one thing, this will be your grave." Walking toward an ancient staircase the demon stopped and looked mockingly over his right shoulder casting a cruel glare at the pile of flesh that used to be his opponent. "But death I'm afraid has crushed your promise of revenge…sianara Akane Tendo."
Prologue
Cold sweat dripped from her brow, her eyes usually full of joy and laughter were clouded in fear and uncertainty. Her body, a map of anguish and fatigue was covered in purpling bruises and open wounds. Her brown eyes shimmered with faltering confidence as she stared down her opponent. Caught in shadows, her challenger didn't make a sound waiting for her to make the next move. In this silence and torment she could feel her body giving up, faltering, and yearning for rest and recuperation. But nothing, nothing would keep her from what she had to do, she would never give up, even in death if it came to that.
The darkness that wove itself in and out of her bluish-black hair deepened and spread throughout the dismal dungeon-like crypt she was in. Although keeping her focus on the enemy she could see decaying bodies stuffed in carefully carved holes in the walls, some were even carelessly pilled upon the floor creating molding mountains of the dead. A steady drip surrounded her, she could hear it fall from the walls and slide across the ceiling, slowly eroding away the long ago polished limestone. Slowly as if it had to push through the gloom itself a strange smell rose up into her nose, wrinkling her face at the stench she tightened her grip on the bloody katana. Raising her confidence a little she cried out at the formidable monster in front of her.
"I will kill you, you can be sure of it!" Surprising herself as her words came out strong and fluent, full of passion and energy she added, "Go back to the darkness from which you came you filthy bastard!" Rushing the monster with all she had in her, which wasn't much, she brought the dirtied sword above her head. Jumping into the air, exceeding the monster's seven- foot stature began to bring it down, never taking her eyes from her target. "HIYIA!" A final war cry bellowed from somewhere inside as she felt the metal connect with the being's hard, rough skin. Dropping to the hard, cold, and now blood-drenched ground she let out a sigh of relief mixed with depleted vitality. With great energy she stood up leaning heavily on her weapon.
Cold laughter echoed off the ancient walls causing small stones to break loose and crumble towards the floor. The voice, deep and raspy attacked her ears while at the same time failure ran through her veins. "Did you really think you could defeat me with that pathetic thing you call a weapon?" She knew the question was not meant to be answered so she readied her weary body for another attack. "Your skills, meek as they are have grown, it is a shame, if you would have consented to stay becoming my best pupil I could have shown you such things. Things your mind couldn't even comprehend right now!" Still hanging in the shadows the being before her dressed in a raven dyed robe began to advance on the young girl before it. "So sorry about your fiancée, he was indeed the best fighter I have ever come up against in all the millennia's I've been alive. It is a foolish thing love, it killed him and now it will destroy you as well!" Pausing to take in the room around him, the being unhooked his cloak letting it fall heavily to the ground. Smiling, pleased at the small gasp the surprised and horrified girl before him gave he continued. "Now, young girl you see the demon with which you face, your hesitation will be your downfall." Faster than her eye could track the being cleared the distance between them in less than a half a second.
Her eyes wide and teary shimmered in what light there was in the dismal chamber of the dead. The breath that was once flowing freely from her lungs escaped and left her body to deal with harsh reality of death. Clutching the demon's skin in her hands she managed to pull her face to its ear as her blood, crimson and thick flowed to the ground. A small river of blood that wound itself down the delicate curves of her lips to her heart shaped chin marred her usually beautiful features. With all she had in her she made a final promise to the inhuman creature that had just run her through with its monstrous claws.
"This may be my grave but it will never by my cage…I will have my revenge!" With those final words she slipped into an even darker abyss. Her body finally letting go she crumpled motionless into the demon's arms.
Thrusting the lifeless body from its deformed limbs with disgust the demon walked back to where his cloak lay in wait. Returning it to its resting- place around his shoulders the beast glided back to the dead teenager. "You were right about one thing, this will be your grave." Walking toward an ancient staircase the demon stopped and looked mockingly over his right shoulder casting a cruel glare at the pile of flesh that used to be his opponent. "But death I'm afraid has crushed your promise of revenge…sianara Akane Tendo."
