Blade from a Devil
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Chapter 1
Prologue
A crack of lighting split through the night sky and filled the pitch black void of the night with a teeming flash of light. Clamoring thunder elapsed not too far behind the multiple flashes in the sky. Rain poured down onto the Earth, soaking it with minuscule parcels of water. A man in a black leather overcoat laid crouched down on the drenched surface of the grass, blood spilling out of his chest and being washed away by the ongoing rain. He laid there in a puddle of his own blood clenching his huge sword plunged into the ground with his arm stretched out in his left hand and his Beretta 93R lounging in his right hand aside of him. The man gazed at his weapons feeling that they had failed his intuitions of them but he had not given up hope in their further abilities. The man was completely soaked in the rain around him. His black vivid hair drooped down, covering his eyes. His coat, utility belt swung around his shoulders and scabbard attached onto his back was particularly heavier from the on fall of the rain onto it. Water-coated pants bagged down to his shoes which were also submerged in a small puddle of water. The man lifted up his machine pistol in his right hand, clicked the safety on, spun it clockwise four times and then rested it in his gun pouch on the right side of his hip. He flicked his head to the right, flinging his hair out of his eyes, and then slowly started to rise but gasped for air as a singe of pain spread throughout his chest in an instant where his wound lay residing. Grasping on to the cut with his right hand, he attempted to mount his body back up to his upright standing position. Slowing, carefully, he rose again still holding on to his blood-stained chest and his trusty sword stuck into the dirt blade down. He stumbled back onto his feet as he gained his standing position. Hunched over and breathing hard, the man grunted as he yanked his sword out of the watery ground. The man rested his blade to his side staring at his foe. His vision was blurred not by the rain but by the battle that forsakes him. His predecessor was but a blob to his eyes as rain continued to blur his field of vision. He could tell that he was surrounded by trees in a small grassy field. This made him wonder what might jump out of them to finish him off. A few more flashes lit the sky around him along with bursts of thunder. He glared at his enemy, several yards away, waiting to see what he'd do next.
Finally, the man in the black leather coat spoke, "couldn't we have done this in a place...eh... a bit more dry!" The man shouted.
The figure that laid in front of him as his foe raised his head and opened his mouth, "what?" He said sluggishly as he shrugged his shoulders, "I was just trying to catch a breeze, I didn't realize the whole sky was going to fall down on us." He twirled his sword around as if it were a toy.
"Well thanks to you my brand new shoes just got drenched in dirt." The man in the overcoat said frustratingly. He picked up and lifted his sword, rested it on his shoulder and then balled his right hand into a fist with anger.
"Pfft... if you were gonna complain this much I would have just sliced your throat ten minutes ago," the dark figured chuckled.
The man couldn't help but to giggle at his enemy's terrible joke. "Then I would've given you a fist full of lead with my pistol. I'm sure some of the animals around here wouldn't mind feasting on the chunks of your brain that get blown out of your skull," the man laughed.
The dark figure scowled at the thought of it. He hoisted up his katana and pointed the edge of it at the man in the coat in a threatening position. He stared into the man's eyes tempting to see what beast lied beyond them. He replied back with a sincere tone, he wished to finish the battle, "I will unravel that sword's secrets, it's full potential will be unlocked with or without your help."
The man in the coat smirked, "You'll have to chop me into a million pieces before you do that."
"I already pierced your liver, might as well poke a few more holes in those organs of yours."
"Meh," The man said blatantly. He then taunted his opponent in a British accent, "it's just a flesh wound!"
The dark figure yelled and then sprinted at the man holding his katana at his side scrapping the water-filled grass as he charged forward. The man in the coat raised his cleaver-like sword above his head, slightly behind him, and too charged at the dark figure with a lust for the blood of his enemy. A burst of lighting flashed in the sky with thunder as the two swords slashed at the opposite foe as they passed each other. Droplets of rain were split in half as the two swordsman lay back to back after dealing what could have been the final passing blow. Breathing hard, the two wait to see who became victorious. Rain, lighting and thunder continued to elapse around them. Both had their swords resting in their hands with the blade relaxing on the ground. The man in the coat widens his eyes as he coughs a bundle of blood out of his mouth. He falls smashing his face against the dirt. His sword falls to his side as he loses his grip on it. A pool of blood surrounds his head shortly after he lets out his final gasp of air. The dark figure approaches his soon to be corpse. The figure swings his katana in an upright circle and then places it in his scabbard hanging from his left hip. He then reaches down and picks up the blade of the man in the coat.
Twirling the sword around and examining the strange markings inscribed into it he asks the man a question, "what exactly is this?"
The dark figure glared at the dying man in disgust. The dark figure then whipped out a pistol from his right side and fired a single burst into the man's head. A huge bang of thunder shook the ground. The figure walked away in with the gun in his hand and started heading into the shadows. Rain flooded the landscape of water. Suddenly, the man in the black leather coat bursts into a red demonic flame as he laid on the ground. He quickly jumps to his feet, and in lightning speed, warps toward the dark figure and air-kicks his back to the ground. Surprised, the dark figure drops his pistol and throws the blade with the strange markings to the ground, piercing it. The dark figure turns around to see the man in the black coat tattered in dark red flames, with his eyes glowing a resilient red, breathing hard with an angry expression on his face. The man in the black coat grabs the sword with the markings on it and sheaths it from the ground. It too was glowing red with it's markings shining and red flames twirling around it.
"Humph, so this is the power of the "Akkiken," the dark figure said, chuckling.
End of Chapter 1
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