Hello, and sorry that I have not uploaded another chapter of midnight carnival recently. I have trouble coming up with Ideas for that one, so in the meantime I have given created a crossover for Hell Girl and Defense Devil.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to either Hell Girl or Defense Devil. All credit goes to Studio Deen and Youn In-Wan/Yang Kyung-Il respectively. Without further ado, I'd like to commence with…

Breaking the Cycle

It was terrible to think about. It just was not the kind of thing you see every day. Sure it was talked about on the news all the time, but it was unbelievable to think that it could happen to you. Yet there it was the undeniable evidence.

These were the thoughts that raced through Shiozawa Takeshi's head. He just could not accept the simple truth, as he saw it anyway. It was a cold evening in the autumn. He had just returned home from work, and was getting ready to go to bed. He walked into the kitchen to take his evening medication when he saw something on the floor. It was the kind of cliché that seemed to come right out of a horror movie. He stared at it for a few moments, and then he screamed. On the floor was the body of his son with a blank expression on his face.

The doctors could not do anything; it was already too late to save the boy. They knew what had killed him, or at least had an idea anyway. The boy was diagnosed with asthma at age five. For the most part he was fine, but every so often he would have an attack. It must have happened when both of the parents were not home. Takeshi worked as at a talent agency for voice actors, and his wife Ayame was a teacher for grade school children. They were both very happy with their lives, but Ayame and their son, Setsuna, were never very close. Not to say that they hated each other, but there was not much interaction between the two. Setsuna really preferred his father's company over that of his mother. At least he did, but now he was dead.

According to the analysis, the boy died three hours before Takeshi came home from work. Naturally Ayame would have been home at that time. However, the house was completely empty, and Takeshi thought they were both in bed at the time. He did not know what to think when he saw his dead son. Not only was she not home, she would not even answer his phone calls. What was going on, did she decide to spend the night in town with some friends? What was it that happened?

Takeshi felt confusion, and anger swirling around in his head. He began to feel that she had left him in negligence. As he went home, there she was sitting at the table.

"Hello my dear," she said with her cute superficial smile. "Where is Setsuna?" she asked in a voice that made her look like she cared. "He's dead," said Takeshi. "What?!" she gasped in horror. "He died of an asthma attack," he explained. "Oh no!" she tried to hide her terror.

Takeshi did not really want to talk to her right now. He ended the conversation as soon as he could, and told her he would be sleeping on the couch tonight. He could not bear to face her right now. It just did not seem right, she should have been home. She only just realized that he was dead? What kind of mother is that distant? Sure they weren't that close, but she could of at least cared about him more.

He eventually remembered a rumor he heard at work about something called, "The Hell Correspondence Website." If you log onto it at night and type in the name of one you want vengeance on at the stroke of midnight, than that person would be dragged off to hell forever. It seemed kind of sick, but it was worth checking out. He pulled out his laptop, and logged onto the internet. It was only a minute away to midnight. He typed in the URL for the website. There was just a black screen with, "Hell Correspondence," written on the top with white characters. In the center was a box for typing in names, and a button with, "submit," just underneath it.

He looked at the clock, and it read twelve o'clock exactly. He typed in Ayame's name into the box. He held his breath for a moment, but he finally clicked submit. There was an hourglass, and then the room turned black as all the lights turned off.

"I have received your request," a soft voice said behind him.

He looked behind his back. He almost screamed, because behind him was a young girl with long raven black hair. She was dressed in a school uniform, and had pale skin and an expression on her face filled with apathy. The most disturbing characteristic about her was her eyes; for they were blood red! Takeshi almost fainted.

"Who are you?" he asked. "I am Ai," she said, "And I will carry out your vengeance." She held out a doll made of straw that was as red as her eyes with a scarlet thread tied around its neck, "If you truly seek vengeance then simply pull the scarlet thread from the doll." As he was about to remove the string she interrupted, "But once vengeance is served you must deliver your end of the bargain." "What do you mean?" he asked. Ai looked at him and said, "Once your tormentor has been cast into hell then your soul will also be destined to go to hell when you die; thus you will never know the joys of heaven."

With that, she disappeared and the lights came back on. Takeshi thought for a moment, and looked at the doll. Did he really wish for his wife to be sent to hell? Was it all a dream, no it was too real for that. But what about the fact that he would be sent to hell as well when he died? Was that really worth it? Then he remembered his son, and how because of her he would never see Setsuna again. His heart filled with anger, he pulled the string.

A dark voice echoed in his ear, "Your grievance shall be avenged."

Ayame was in bed reflecting on the death of her son. How was this going to affect their marriage? Why did he have to die? She did not really have a chance to explain things to her husband. She hoped that at breakfast he would be in more of a mood to talk. She was sad about this mess too. She loved her son, and wanted to become the kind of mother he would tell their grandchildren about. As she walked to the kitchen there was a note on the counter.

"I have gone down town today Ayame. I need some time alone; so I will be staying in a motel for now." That is what it read. She was horrified, she needed to find him and explain. With that, she got dressed and ran out to find him.

It was strange, but she felt like she was being led by the nose. Not that it mattered, for when she reached the motel district she ran into the first motel she could find. She asked the man at the check in counter if Shiozawa Takeshi was staying there.

Without looking into the records he told her, "Of course; he is on the second floor in room two hundred twelve." "Are you going to call him down for me?" she asked desperately. "No, in fact he wanted you to see him," he replied, "He told me to give you this key."

Without a second thought she took the key and ran to the room. She looked for the room on the second floor and found it easily. But nothing on earth could have prepared her for what she was about to see.

As she opened the door she saw something she thought she would never see. In the bed were her husband, and another woman! She looked at them with horror and anger. What was going on with him? Was he having an affair, or was he doing this to humiliate her for some reason?

"My beloved who is this?" said the woman. "Just some random slut I think," replied Takeshi, "Don't worry the security will get rid of her." "How rude is it to break into another couple's motel room?" she asked.

No sooner had the woman said this then Ayame felt somebody grab her. She looked around her to see a demonic figure dressed in a black cloak grab her. She let out a loud scream for help, but nobody cared. The figure dragged her down a dark hallway where others appeared from the shadows and held her down on the ground. All at once a girl with raven black hair, dressed in a kimono, and blood red eyes stood next to her.

"Pitiful shadow wallowing in the depths of your own sin knowing only pain and agony," she chanted, "Perhaps it is time to die."

As this was said Ayame noticed the scenery fade away and she was on a boat. The girl with the blood red eyes and the woman in bed with her husband were behind her. The woman was wearing a loose fitting blue kimono and had her hair tied up in the style of a geisha. The girl was holding a lever that was steering the boat, and several lanterns were floating on the surface.

"Where am I?" asked Ayame. "This is vengeance and I am to ferry you to hell," said the girl with the blood red eyes.

Ayame face was filled with confusion. Was this all just a crazy dream, or was it…