Game of Demons

Chapter 1

Westeros

You know those stories about witches, wizards, conjurers, or other types of mystical beings like a priestess or devote follower of a god from a religion, bringing forth some great champion to defend and right the wrongs of the world they are summoned to, those type of stories. The one's where the champion defeats the big bad and everyone goes home happy and everyone gets a happy ever after at the end, look back on their time after the adventure only to laugh at what fools they all were to do something stupid years after, this isn't one of those. This is a story that starts in a world so different from where the rest takes place in it's absurd, where one world is full of corruption and schemes and plots, the other one is full of beings holding unimaginable power, a world filled with monsters called demons.

This is the story of how one demon was sent to a new world with no way home, how one demon was so powerful and well known that the very mention of his name struck fear into the hearts of all demons and everyone else that knows of the supernatural world. This demon was known as Hiei, the fire demon born to an ice maiden, the wielder of the dragon of the darkness flame and the jagan eye, the cursed child, the heir to Mukuro and her thrown as the current ruler of demon world, and the one demon that nobody wanted in that other world.

Our story begins in demon world, during a crisis, a crisis was nothing new for them, but this particular crisis was entirely new for them, it required the attention of Mukuro, Yomi, Yusuke, Hiei, and Kurama in order to confront this new enemy, and what an enemy it was. This new enemy seemed to actually be a giant dragon coated in shadow, not a dark flame, but a shadow, eyes as red as blood and a body as big as the statue of liberty, wings were just as big when fully stretched, and a tail with a trident shape at the end. This dark dragon was powerful enough to give all five of the assembled power houses a very bad beating, mainly because of its ability, it could copy the power of any two demons and combine them, so when they all attacked they were hit with a barrage of combined power attacks. Yusuke's spirit gun with Yomi's demon energy shield, Mukuro's space altering ability with Kurama's plants, Hiei's fire and speed with Yomi's demon energy shield, Yusuke's spirit gun with Kurama's plants, it didn't matter what the combination, it could do it.

"This thing is really pissing me off," Yusuke exclaimed angrily as he tried to stand form a kneeling position, he was battered and bruised all over, and it wasn't just him, the others were also in similar conditions, not a single one of them were without a mark, but all looked like a bloody mess.

"I get the feeling Yusuke, but remain calm and cautious," Kurama advised, he was probably the one in the worst shape, most of his hair was singed off and his clothing was barely considered rags now, blood was pouring out of the gashes on his torso and arms with a hole in his legs.

"You should know by now Kurama that the detective will never be calm or cautious, he'll always win off of his power and luck," Hiei taunted as he stood straight as not to show any signs of weakness, despite the numerous wounds from constant blasts and slashes on his body.

"Knock it off you three," Yomi ordered as he rose from his kneeling position, he looked the best out of all of them thanks to his shield keeping most of the damage from reaching him, "we need to get rid of this thing, anybody have any idea how to do it," he asked while hearing for the beast.

"I have a few suggestions, namely all of us attacking at the same time, we've never been good with teamwork but if we all attack at once we could finish this," Mukuro suggested despite her own pain from having a huge gash in her back and left breast with a hole through her left bicep.

"That idea may be the only option we have at the moment, even if I hate the idea of working with some of you," Yomi said pointedly while staring at Kurama and Yusuke's direction, "but it's worth a shot, Kurama and Mukuro should go for it's legs, Hiei and I the arms, Urameshi the head."

"Now that plan I can get behind," Yusuke cheered and geared up for another round by raising his spirit and demon energy mixture while the others raised their demon energies, they all launched themselves at the large dragon with the full intent to kill it, they just forgot one thing, the tail. Not only the tail though, they also forgot about the wings, so as soon as they were on the massive beast, the tail instantly knocked Kurama and Mukuro away since they were currently the slowest, then came the wings covering his arms before swiping those coming for its arms. This knocked both Yomi and Hiei for a loop while the beast headbutted Yusuke and grabbed hold of the closest person to itself, this being Hiei that it held in its right hand but grabbed him in a way that pinned only his left arm to the side and left his right arm exposed.

This was not looking good at all, even worse was that one of them might be crushed when they saw the beast squeeze Hiei in its hand, that was before they saw something worse about to happen, the draconian beast raised his left clawed hand and coated it in Mukuro's energy. Hiei saw what was about to happen but refused to die without a fight if this was his end, so with a huge output of all the energy he could muster, he summoned his dragon of the darkness flame one last time, he had already used it three times, so this will consume him and hopefully the beast. The dragon wasn't as big as he usually summons, maybe half of that, but it was hopefully enough to at least weaken the beast enough for the others to finish it, but at the same time Hiei launched the attack, the shadow dragon swiped down Mukuro's own space altering energy. This created a powerful shockwave that sprung from the collision of energies, it forced the others to cover their eyes so they didn't see what happened, the explosion from the collision, it tore open part of the beast and made him lose his right arm and wing, but also left Hiei gone. Literally gone, there was no sign of him, no ash, no energy signature, and not even a grain of dust, he was just gone and left no trace he was ever there, no trace except for the dragon that he left howling in pain while the others just stared at what happened in awe, anger, and sadness.

In a few years, it is said that the yell they all unleashed while going into battle with heightened energies was so loud and haunting that the rest of demon and spirit world could hear them, so loud that that it made everyone's ears burst form the sound, even psychics in living could feel it. The sound was their yells and the feel of their energies were so filled with anger and furry, hate and anguish, so massive that the songs that would be sung after such a battle would from then on never be called a yell again, and it was not a shout, the only thing it could be called was a battle cry.

Westeros

Eddard 'Ned' Stark, lord of Winterfell and warden of the north was returning home with his sons, Robb, Jon Snow, Brandon, his ward Theon Greyjoy, his master of arms Ser Rodrik Cassel, and other men following him on his way back from executing a deserter from the night's watch. Swinging the sword himself just as the old way demands him, then had a talk with his young Brandon about why it had to be him to swing the sword, the way back was a quiet ride after that until they had to stop for a mauled deer in the road, and by the patterns it was a wolf. Just after a bridge, Ned got off his horse and walked past Robb and Jon on one side and Theon on the other Theon thought it could be a mountain lion, but there are none in these woods, but they might yet find the cause since there was a trail leading off to the side and down a ways. There they saw the sight of a dead wolf with an antler from a deer impaling the wolf, with small wolf pups gathering around it, "it's a direwolf, tough old beast," Ned said as he removed the antler from the impaled wolf, it was embedded quite deep inside it.

"There are no direwolves south of the Wall," Robb commented, he was a good boy, a bit naïve when it came to some things, but had the makings of a good leader in him, especially for someone named for his father's best friends and their king, Robert Baratheon.

"Now there are Five," Jon stated as he was kneeled down beside the pups and picked one up, "you want to hold it," he offered it to Bran before not really waiting for an answer and passed the boy one of the pups, the others regretted what will happen as Bran asked where they will go.

"They don't belong down here, better a quick death," Ned regrettably said as he rose, "they won't last without their mother," he made to leave as Theon stepped forward with knife in hand to kill the pup in Brand's arms, but the boy wouldn't let it happen, he must want to keep it.

"Lord Stark, there are five pups, one for each of the Stark children, the direwolf is the sigil of your house, they were meant to have them," Jon, always the peacemaker and most kind hearted of all his children, bastard or no, not really his or no, he's just like his mother in that regard.

Ned seemed to be contemplating it for a moment before he made his decision, "you will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves," he turned to leave and barely heard them gathering the wolves or finding one for Jon.

That is when a loud crack of thunder tore through the skies and a flash of light struck behind the group as they turned to leave, Ned turned and saw a boy around five foot tall standing there with slumped shoulders and covered in nothing but black pants, boots, and numerous gashes on his form. He looked like he had just been in a battle so fierce that it could be tale for the ages, and when he looked up they noticed his piercing red eyes, but also a third eye on his forehead, breathing so heavily that you could see his breath, "Jigoku wa watashida to koro," he said in a foreign tongue.

"Easy there, do you speak the common tongue," Ned asked as he stepped forward, this may be some sort of witchcraft, but the boy looked as confused as them on how he got here, well, confused and mad at ending up where it was he here instead of where he was.

For Hiei though, this was not a good thing at all, he was fighting a dark dragon with the others and somehow ended up here, damn that dragon and him copying Mukuro's space altering powers, must have sent him here, to a place where they speak an old type of English not used anymore. 'I really hate English,' Hiei thought to himself before speaking in what they call the common tongue, "I said where the hell am I," he looked and saw just a kid with them, swords on all, but the boy, but they would have to be used to knight-based fighting, how boring.

"You are speaking to Eddard of the house Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, do not speak so casually," one somewhat fat man with a white sideburns or something or other ordered as he grasped his sword as a show of some kind of warning, Hiei didn't care.

"I'm not from these lands you fat oaf or is that to lost on that worthless brain of yours," that seemed to anger the man further, "but at least you answered my question, at least vaguely, I'm in some kind of northern region, close to a settlement called Winterfell, I've never heard of it."

"You truly aren't form these lands than if you've never heard of the North or Winterfell, tell me, what's your name and where are you from," the one called Eddard asked calmly to try and prevent some kind of battle, smart move on his part, probably a pacifist who prefers not to fight.

"Hiei Jaganshi, my home is a place called Makai, though you've more than likely never heard of it," Hiei introduced while taking care to say his first name first since that was how they speak in English, but now his vision was starting to blur, he's used too much energy fighting.

"You're right, we've never heard of a place called Makai before, or a house named Jaganshi, probably from an isolated island somewhere, good news Theon, we might have found some of your kin," a man with brown hair and brown fur commented and earned a 'fuck off' in response.

"It's not an island, just far from here," Hiei was starting to fade out now, he really needed to go into hibernation from overusing his dragon, but he couldn't just pass out in front of strangers, but in the end as they were talking amongst themselves, his body gave out and he fell to the ground.

Ned rushed forward and caught the boy that fell over from his numerous wounds, "help me carry him, we'll take him to Maester Luwin so his injuries can be treated," Robb came to his side and helped carry the boy and helped put him on the back of his own horse before riding home.

It took somewhere between three to five hours to return home, they trudged through the gates of Winterfell and immediately Ned started giving out orders, "Theon, go fetch Maester Luwin, Robb and Jon, take Hiei to an empty room, Bran, go to your mother and tell her what happened." They all did as they were told, Robb and Jon took Hiei to a room close to the top of a tower and laid him down gently on the bed just as the maester came in and looked the boy over, but when he went to check his pulse, he found a very shocking thing.

"I'm sorry my lord, but I'm afraid he is gone," Luwin reported in sadly at not being able to do anything for the boy, the others looked on sadly as well, "do you know the boy's name or what where he's from, I might be able to get word to his family notifying him of their loss."

"He said his name was Hiei of the house Jaganshi, hailing from the land of Makai," Ned informed as he stepped by the boy's bedside, "he claimed he did not know what the North was nor has he heard of Winterfell, which led us to believe that perhaps he's from an isolated island."

"However there are no islands around or anywhere near here named Makai, and yet he showed up just in front of us looking as though he was in a battle meant for the history books with no knowledge of where he was," Theon commented from the back of the group closer to the door.

"There is also the language he spoke when he appeared, I'm not an expert in language but I've never heard mention of a language like that, I've talked to many people who could speak many tongues, but none of them were that of the language he spoke in," Ned stated eyeing the boy.

"There is another problem as well, there is no house named Jaganshi or any known land such as Makai, and these gashes indicate that he was in a battle, not with blades, but with a fierce animal the likes of which I've never seen," Luwin commented as he examined the wounds on the boy.

"Then there is the matter of his extra feature, is there such a way to gain three eyes here in Westeros or is that a foreign possibility," Robb asked making the maester reach up and pull open Hiei's third eye to see a purple pupil staring back at him, he checked the other eyes and saw red.

"I do not believe that the eyes are natural occurrences, both his natural eyes are red, which in of itself is strange, but his third eye is purple in color, and no there is no such procedure here or across the narrow sea where a man should be able to gain a third eye," Luwin informed.

"Let us check the facts, we have a strange boy from a strange land, possibly lied about his name and where he was from, has two natural eyes and one unnatural eye, arrived in the North with no knowledge of it whilst being covered in claw marks, correct," Ned stated as he held his head high.

The others nodded before Lady Catelyn Stark entered the room to see those that were in there and what was lying on the bed, "by the gods Ned, what could have done this to a boy he's just a boy and yet he was cut down like so, and so far away from his home too."

It was at this commented that the others felt the need to tell her their theory, but couldn't for an astonishing event happened, Hiei was done hibernating and shot his eyes opened and sit up, making all of them back away in fear at seeing a boy rise from the dead covered in wounds. "By the gods, you had no heartbeat, how can you possibly be alive," Luwin asked as he backed up to the wall at seeing the boy, the others put their hands on their swords at the prospect of having to fight off a creature rising from the dead, who knows what was going to happen.

Hiei thought this might come up if he passed out in front of them, "demon hearts don't really beat in the same sense as humans do," he commented before wincing a little at feeling his wounds healing, he could feel every stitch and new cell they made, and it wasn't pleasant to experience. He thought he should try and get his mind off of it, "earlier you said we were in the north, and I'm guessing this is Winterfell, so what exactly are we north of, or is this place just called the North of some region," he guessed as he stood up from the bed and touched the hard and cold floor.

"Aye, this is the North, it's a region that belongs to the kingdom of the seven kingdoms of Westeros, now I ask again, what is your real name and the land that you hale from demon, before I order you to be put in chains and sentenced to death," Ned ordered as he held his sword ready.

"First off, I never lied to you about where I'm from or what my name is, you just never asked if where I was from is of this world or not, and second, what crime would I have committed to warrant being put to death, if you can," Hiei asked while barely looking at them turned to the side.

"That would explain why there is no mention of the house Jaganshi in any records, or where this Makai is, probably in some level of the seven hells where this demon comes from, and I'm sure you've committed some act that warrants you being put to death," Luwin commented.

"You may find this hard to believe, but I come from a different… realm altogether, Jaganshi is an epithet meaning 'Master of the Evil Eye', which is the third eye on my forehead, Makai means Demon World in my land's native language," Hiei answered back glaring at the maester.

"Ned," Catelyn called attention to her, "I think we should give him a chance," she offered making them all look at her, "we shouldn't just decide to kill him because of what he is, that would make us no better than the Lannisters in regard to how they treat the imp, just on what he is."

Despite what she said, Hiei could tell there was tension in the room, tension probably stemmed from how she occasionally looks at one of the men in the room, "I'll assume that the tension doesn't exist for the time being, but she has a point, I don't think you should kill for what I am."

There was a silence in the air that would only go away once someone of power spoke, "aye, it is not right to judge you for what you are, and I do not know what you have done to warrant being put to death, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. Luwin," Ned called for the maester, "make sure he's cared for and given food as a guest, the rest of you are to tell no one of what we've learned today, as far as everyone is concerned then he is just a foreign ward that we've taken under our care from his injuries, understood."

Everyone else agreed to it obediently, Hiei not so much, "There's no need for that, I'll be fully healed in a day or two, fully recovered in around two weeks after that with how much energy I've lost, after that I'm going and finding a way home myself, understand"

"Aye, I understand that you wish to go home, while you're recovering Maester Luwin will be looking into it," Ned offered and Hiei grunted in acceptance, "Cat, have the Sept bring him a change of clothes, and something hot to eat, I'm sure he's tired and hungry, we'll take out leave." They walked out after that, not wanting to stay with the demon any longer than needed, they might not put him to death for something that he didn't do, but that didn't mean they were going to be too friendly with him, doing this just to do the right thing instead of what was wrong.