It was dusk, the sun's touch leaving the earth. Clouds littered the near-night sky, obstruction the view of the glowing moon. In the duel of the celestial bodies, the moon was in the process of taking the sky, at least until the morning came.
Ranma stood under the bridge, his thoughts solemn. his mind was made, today would be his final night on this god-forsaken world.
He looked down, the blade shimmering, reflecting the last of the light. His resolution firmed, he plunged the tanto into his flesh.
"Honor demands... it" were his final words. his last thought was of his beloved, Akane. he had grown to love her, but this was the only way.
"Ucchan...Shampoo...Ryoga...farewell..." he began. "Ghoul, Freak, Pops... Mom... Kasumi, Nabiki... e-everyone... I miss you already..." tears slid down his cheeks, his final breath exhaled into the cold night. Ranma Saotome was dead.
I screamed in rage! It was I, not his that should go to Earth! The lowly scum was far weaker than I!
"You know as well as I that the cracks are not big enough!", my comrade screamed in my ear.
"I'm strong enough! I can break them!" I yelled as I charged the gate. The small fissure in the wall had grown enough, I could force myself! I would make it! revenge against God would be mine!
I broke through the prison that had kept me for so long, and charged towards earth. Then I felt it. the pull, it was so strong. the Abyss wanted me, it was calling, drawing me back in. No! I would fight it! Refuge! the only thing I could think of was to hide, to wait. But where?
I felt a pulse run through me. a human was dying. not just any human, I thought, but one close enough to my nature! I could posses him! I could be free! my final thought before inhabiting the mortals dying body was a tormented laugh. "yes! the world is mine!"
The world rushed up to me. I could taste, feel, and touch! Oh! The pain! The mortal was wounded!
It was pure bliss. the feeling, oh the feeling! I was able to interact with the world before, but I was never a part of it. My touch on this plane was never before so intimate.
The body! It would die, and drag me back to Hell if I didn't do anything. I set about knitting the flesh back together, reforming my... no... the humans body. I sat back, thinking to myself. "Who is this human?"
Memories rushed against me, almost making me lash out in pain. "My head!", came the scream from my host as I bonded with the body.
"Was that me? Why am in to close to this world? What is wrong here?", I shouldn't be this in tune with the dammed mortal. Where was his soul?
"SHIT!", I screamed. There was no soul. I had inhabited a dying body. The soul has left just before I had arrived.
This was my body now? I will kill all who oppose me! God himself will tremble in fear as I rise again!
"No!", came a voice, a feeling. It was a gut instinct, and it said "killing is wrong!" I tried to squash the feeling, but it was part of me now.
I was not only Meshuga, Lord of Hell, Slayer, servant of Lucifer, but Ranma Saotome, Heir to the Saotome branch of Anything Goes Martial Arts.
Heh, like it? I do. Moar to come, possibly. If you couldn't tell, this is a rough idea for a crossover between White Wolf Studios' "Demon: The Fallen" and Ranma.
It's damn sloppy, but give me a break. It might get better.