Authors: Anae and Pagatour
Beta: Azrax (Thank you, dear. We can never repay.)
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness (manga)
Characters: Every single shikigami there is. And some shinigamies as well.
Pairing: You'll figure it out soon enough. ;)
Rating: overall T(/R)
Spoilers: If you don't know anything about Touda's past, in some chapters, there will be. Otherwise... Just assumptions.
Disclaimer: We own neither the fandom, it belongs to Yoko Matsushita, neither the song, Sonata Arctica's "The Power of One".
Summary: Who do you choose to believe in? A mass-murderer, a traitor? Ruler of your world, who you've never even seen? Or yourself?
Story takes place after volume 11, focusing on shikigamis.
A/N (Anae): The largest fic project of so far, is this. This fiction is actually finished already, but under translation. As soon as a chapter is translated, it gets here.
We spent a lot of time planning and writing this, and I at least lost my heart to one or two characters. In short, I'd be delighted if you would read this and drop a comment whether you see the love there. (Or how you like the story overall. Or just drop by and just say, hi, I'm reading this. That alone means the world to me.)
Anyway, hope you enjoy this! (We did, and still do. It's not over yet ~)
A/N (Pargatour): The largest (and my only) fanfiction project has begun. It has been most satisfying to write this and most of all PLAN everything with a "slight" pinch of humour xD
I became attached with the project quickly, but I sure admit it was fun to play god and make the characters to whatever we wanted One could even feel pity sooner or later for them, but we were like "oooh this is going to be soooo wonderful scene!"...talking about weird point of views.
The good part about writing this was above all the characters, because during the writing they became our friends when we got to know them more. Now it is time for checking the story and translating it, and after that our creation is ready to face the world all alone! I feel sad already. ;(
Ps. Rewievs are pure love.
Prologue
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me colour of the rain
No one was born to be a master
Serpent versus serpent.
Fire versus fire.
A fight that's supposed to be over in a flash. One of the twelve shikigamis should easily defeat several other shikigamis at a time. But this time, it wasn't so simple. This opponent wasn't one of the twelve yet defeating it was difficult.
Why? That was the first question to rise to serpent's mind as the opponent cut deep wound to his black, scaly side. For the first time in ages, once badly beaten body complied the pain and involuntary hiss escaped from the shikigami.
Once upon a time this opponent would've been piece of cake, but that was before the imprisonment, before the forced wearing of the cursed visor…
Another hit from the opponent.
No, now wasn't time to dwell in the past. Why should one cling onto it anyway? No-one has believed him back then, and no-one would believe him today. Now he should take care of this snake for good. So that no-one would notice. Then it would stay between him and the dead opponent.
No-one would know. No-one would care, anyway.
Bright red blood poured.
It wasn't only one serpent's blood, it was both of theirs.
Blood streamed down and the attacks didn't suffice since neither was willing to lose.
The battle did not end before the ground was covered in blood.