Ok guys, this is the part I noticed most of you enjoyed, so here I did 2 things: what was previously read as chapter 2 & 3 is now chapter 2, and got rid of a news club member. Any questions, feel free to pm me about it. Without further ado, enjoy, read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rosario + Vampire, Devil May Cry and/or Ninja Gaiden! I only own the OCs I created, nothing else!

Demon Chronicles

Chapter 2:

"Bloodbath"

"Once too much blood has been spilled on the same ground, the ground develops a thirst for it," Author unknown.

The dark figure calmly walked to the demons while Tsukune, Moka, the mysterious girl backed away to a safe distance. As they did, a lightning bolt briefly illuminated the grounds and Moka looked back to the figure, managing to distinguish a masculine figure of sorts. Reaching a safe point, the trio stared in astonishment at the one who saved them from sure death; the demons however, decided to make that figure their new target.

Advancing towards that person and surrounding him like a pack of lions surrounding a bull, they kept moving around their prey, waiting for him to give them an opening for a killing strike. "Get away form them! You'll be killed!" Tsukune yelled frantically to the dark person waving his arms to emphasize his plea.

Moka supported his words by adding some of her own. "There's too many of them! You can't fight them all by yourself!" Their screams seemed to fall on deaf ears as the recipient didn't make any move of retreat. Realizing he wasn't going to run away, they felt like they were about to witness a horrible annihilation.

But fate, on the other hand, had other plans and this person's death wasn't part of such for today.

Tsukune and the girls watched in worry as four demons jumped from different directions towards their target. Just as the demons were about to land a strike, the dark figure, at blinding speed, pulled out a long red and black object out of its clothing and swung it in a defensive manner with incredible mastery, managing to block three of the four demons' attacks. The fourth, however, wasn't blocked. Instead, he chose to grab an end of the object he was using and extended it, revealing a blade.

SLASH!

The demon started so split in half in mid air, covering the warrior in blood and the carcass landed behind its assassin. The rest of the demons kept their motion towards their prey uncaring of what happened to their fallen comrade. When the demons were in the warrior's range, he swung the sword in a quick wide motion, twisting his body enough to reach all of them. The demons' heads and bodies fell apart and covered the spot where they fell with blood, putting the dark slayer in the middle of a bloody circle.

The boy and the girls witnessing the slaughter could not believe what they were seeing. Everything took a bizarre twist as the prey became the merciless executioner and the demons became the helpless victims. The jewel in Moka's Rosario revealed a small slit and the Inner Moka began to see what was going on. 'Such killing intent and ability. Just who is he…?' she thought. The demon slayer sheathed his sword, but only for a moment, because he knew the battle wasn't over just yet.

The shadow and darkness casted by the storm made it impossible for Tsukune and the girls to get a good look at this grim person who was making such a bloody spectacle, and were unable to determine who or what it was, but the lightning provided brief flashes that barely allowed them to see what was going on. When they saw the blood, they wished they couldn't see what was happening.

Moments later, more demons appeared. Their number was little over the double of the previous ones. Immediately, they surrounded the sword wielder, this time they would waste no time or hesitate. Nearly fifty vicious demons against one sword master. To any other warrior, this would've been nearly impossible to overcome, but to this fierce character, such odds appeared to be nothing at all.

The killer noticed the demons jumping to attack in a vicious manner, seeming almost desperate to land a killing blow, but he wasn't worried. A demon tried to attack from behind but was instantly countered by the sword's sheath. Then, three demons tried striking from the left but their blows were blocked by the sheath and were thrown of balance, and were slashed in a single, deadly blow.

The slaughterer was getting frustrated and disappointed. It seemed that no real challenge would come out from fighting these weak lesser demons, no matter how many there were. 'You're no match for me' the warrior thought. The cloud started to give out another lightning show as if to add a dark touch to the massacre.

Using the sheath, the dark slayer hit three demons in the front, and then swung his sword to slash them in half. Quickly, the assassin turned around to sweep a demon, and in the instant the demon floated in the air, the assassin gave a downward strike to finish it off. Almost immediately, five demons came in a close group and the warrior noticed two demons close to that group. The dark slayer hit those two demons towards the group of demons with such force that threw all seven were sent flying. The slayer seized this moment to rush at blinding speed in the demons' path and swung the sword an unknown number of times the in opposite direction the demons were flying, slashing them with such skill that the demons fell to small pieces. Two demons were about to make a hit straight down at the sword master; noticing this, the warrior swung its sword in a rising slash to eliminate the first demon, then sequentially a downward slash to eliminate the other.

Demon after demon fell before the dark warrior like wheat before the scythe; blood was flowing like vivid rivers all over the immediate area. The difference of power between the sword master and the demons was just too great. When most of the demons were killed, half the field was covered with blood and body parts, including the dark slayer. Then a small number of demons no greater than twenty appeared and were coming in one direction with the helpless trio behind them.

'I've had enough of you weaklings. Time for all of you to die...' The dark warrior thought. As the demons were approaching, the lightning storm intensified. The slayer charged forward at high speed, swinging his blade wildly as he slashed his way through all the demons, shouting a long battle cry as he did.

When the dark slayer reached the last demons, he gave out a last strike, this last step being emphasized by a fierce lightning and roaring thunder. The executioner ended standing a fairly long away from the trio. The demons stood still for a moment, then immediately turned around and jumped towards the sword master. However, all this figure did was place the sword in its sheath. When the hilt met the sheath's entrance, the demons started to fall apart, and gushing blood as the body parts separated from their union, scattering all over the place.

Blood poured over the deadly individual, fully bathing the warrior. The battle was over.

The lightning seized and the rain stopped. Few moments later, the cloud began to dissipate until some light made its way through the partially banished cloud. When this happened, Tsukune and the girls got a fair look of most of the field. They were horrified beyond all levels and wished they hadn't seen what they saw. They saw the blood-bathed warrior standing in the middle of a horrid, stomach-churning carnage. He looked calm, not one bit bothered or upset.

The massacre's author then began to approach the trio at a normal pace. When the teenagers notices the assassin, a soul-ripping chill crept in their bodies as they thought they were about to be butchered like the demons. Their minds yelled at them to get up and run away but to no avail, they were petrified with fear. The dark slayer stopped a couple of steps from them, looking at the spectators of the bloodbath. Looking in their eyes, the fear of death and the shock from the battlefield was dominant.

The warrior then looked in the eyes of the girl in white and a thought came into its mind. 'Those eyes…'


Kurumu, Mizore and Yukari were overwhelmed with anguish and fear for their friends' lives when the Shadows appeared but lost sight of them in that instant. As a glimmer of last hope, they waited for an immense flash of power to signal them that the inner Moka had come out to protect Tsukune.

No such flash appeared.

They did hear something though; sounds of slashes and cutting could be faintly heard. As much as they wanted to block it, the images of their friends being gutted like fish forced their way into their heads. These images, along with the horrific sounds, shredded away any hope left in them of their friends' survival. All Kurumu could do was burst into tears, for not stopping her friends from going out into the storm.

When the storm vanished, the girls forced their way out. Once out, they desperately started to look for any sign of their friends' survival. What they found was no sight for sore eyes. It was the complete opposite. They saw blood all around the field and hundreds of severed body parts scattered all over the place. They found themselves horrified as they witnessed this death zone. Yukari covered her eyes and placed herself next to Mizore while Kurumu was about to cry again.

"I don't think we should be too worried" the snow maiden said.

Kurumu turned around with a confused look in her face, "Why?"

Mizore then responded "Look closer. Among all these corpses, there's no trace of a chopped up Moka or Tsukune". Kurumu turned around to double-check the blood scene. Indeed, Mizore was right. Though it didn't relieve her of her worry, she at least recovered her hopes.

She kept searching the area and moments later she saw Moka and Tsukune. Almost immediately, the girls ran straight towards them with Kurumu shouting "Tsukuneeeeeeeeeeeeee!" all the way.

Tsukune heard his name coming from a distance. Kurumu, Mizore and Yukari arrived to where Moka and Tsukune were; Kurumu immediately clung to Tsukune "Oh Tsukune, I thought you got killed!" Kurumu said as she rubbed her boobs on his face.

"I'm fine, so please get off me!" the boy said as he struggled to catch some air.

"Kurumu, he's fine now let him go." Moka said as she tried to get her of the male. Mizore kept her eyes fixed on the black clad boy bathed in blood. The succubus came off the boy and put on a small childish quarrel. When everyone settled down, they turned their attention to the dark figure. They stared in awe at the dark slayer.

With the cloud gone, they were all able to get a much better look at the blood-bathed figure and saw it was a man. He looked around 18 years old, had nearly pale skin, spiky black hair with some red swept backwards. His face had a cold and emotionless expression.

At first, they took him for a monster hunter, which would normally frighten anyone in the school. But that assumption was quickly discarded the second they looked closer at him, especially his eyes. They didn't have any natural color that would make them look human. Quite the contrary; they carried an intense blood red tone and his pupils were slitted. No, those eyes were definitely not human at all. Those were clearly the eyes of a merciless demon, and the vertical scar on his left eye more than stated he had fought against powerful monsters.

His attire spoke almost no different than what he looked like. A long coat with a tall neck as black as a starless night covered hid body. It had a sophisticated design as it displayed three belts wrapped around each forearm, four belt straps in the front right area and four buckles in the left area while on the back it portrayed a dragon on an 'S' position that covered the full back. Under the coat he was wearing a closed blood-red vest with three buckles and a black long-sleeve muscle shirt underneath it. He had black snakeskin pants and tall goth-like combat boots, each with bladed heels and tips. This demonstrated that he didn't stay much in populated areas, as it seemed more meant for outdoors. This was reinforced by the single strap backpack; but since it wasn't so big it meant he required little supplies.

The jewel on Moka's cross glowed once again and examined the dark male, 'His eyes are like mine, like a vampire's. But I seriously doubt he's one; his aura is very different from that of my kind. And that's not all…' the eye moved to the black blade, '…there's something about that blade of his that gives me a bad feeling…'

The mysterious man shook his blade to swipe off the blood and the group of students got a view of its shape and design. The sword seemed to be made completely of black steel, straight and double-edged. Yukari then searched her brain bank and concluded it was a type of ōdachi. The hand guard was a crimson dragon head instead of a traditional shape with an open mouth that had two rubies encrusted in the eye sockets. The handle was a mixture of black and gold and a red spike emerged from the buttcap. The scabbard was black with a golden decoration in the tip. All in all, one truly demonic blade.

This mysterious man was also having thoughts of his own as he locked his eyes on the crimson-haired girl, who was still petrified. It wasn't her looks that he was checking out, but her eyes. There was something in her eyes, something that brought to his mind a myriad of things, both good and bad. The girl could feel his gaze pierce through her, almost as if he were reading her soul; she felt invaded and wanted it to stop

Everyone was in a nerve-clenching stillness. Then Mizore then broke the silence. "Did you kill all those demons?"

The man came out of his thoughts and gave a penetrating leer at the snow maiden, "You want to be next?" His cold and seemingly emotionless voice made a chill crawl up Mizore's spine.

Kurumu then noticed the bloodstains on Tsukune's clothes and got angry, believing that the mysterious male had hurt him. She immediately got in front of everyone and yelled to the man, "How dare you hurt my Tsukune!" He didn't answer her; he just stood there with an emotionless expression. Kurumu grew angry and raised her hand to slap him.

When he saw this, he instantly raised his blade it to her throat. "Back off." He warned with a cold tone that had a threatening nature in it. She felt his eyes look deep within herself, that ice-cold glare that told her he would kill her without care, remorse or hesitation. She felt intimidated by him. "And no, they just witnessed the killing." he said, still holding his sword at her neck, slightly cutting her and drawing out a couple drops of blood.

"Please stop!" Tsukune quickly tried to calm everybody down. "Kurumu, he didn't do anything to us. We just got splashed with the demons' blood while he was killing them." he explained. "Whoever you are, please don't hurt her." Tsukune begged to the dark slayer. He tried not to cause any feeling of nuisance to the mysterious man, much less provoke him.

The man slowly drew back his sword then turned to face the group. As he scanned them, Tsukune extended a friendly hand and a smile to introduce himself. "My name's Tsukune. What's yours?" No response in words or actions, which made Tsukune feel that the man didn't want to get along with him and in turn, made him feel awkward. The dark slayer's eyes were fixed on the blood-haired girl.

"You there, the girl in white," he spoke, again with a cold tone. The girl turned to him with some fear in her expression. Even the very voice of this character frightened her like crazy, which he undoubtedly noticed. "What's your name?" he asked, looking her in the eyes, puzzling in his mind what made him remember memories of times past.

She didn't answer immediately; she was still too shocked from witnessing the bloodbath to even move a muscle. The man frowned as he sensed no response from the girl. Then, a voice whispered to her from the back of her mind. It didn't say much; only what she needed to hear. 'It's ok, honey. You can tell him your name.'

With those words the fear washed away from her as if she had been submerged in a lake of assurance and regained control of her senses to speak. "K-Kairi. Kairi Matsuzuki." She answered in a frail voice.

As he got his answer, the man turned to the group, "You should know how to restrain your whores, stupid wuss." That said he started to walk away.

"You prick!" Kurumu grew furious when she heard what he said about her and charged to him, extending her nails and preparing a killing strike. He saw this and in a flash he drew out his sword, turned around and stabbed her in the stomach. Kurumu gave a small yelp as she recoiled in response to the steel piercing and moving through her body, her arms fell limply when, for a moment, nothing existed, except for the male in front of her and the blade penetrating her.

Her friends' reaction was of pale awfulness as they saw her skewered like a pig. As the small momentum lasted, Kurumu raised her eyes to meet the boy's. He showed no sign of disturbances; it was void, void of remorse, guilt or regret. The blade was bathed in her blood for the most part; if it were alive, it would surely thank its master for such a treat.

Then the brief moment of detachment from the world ended and engulfed Kurumu in a sea of pain as she screamed horribly and exclaimed her pain to the wind, paralyzed by it and completely at the mercy of the one giving her such pain.

"KURUMU!" her friends screamed in panic.

"You seem to have a craving to get killed. But I will not grant your yearning." The male said as he swiftly pulled out the blade off her body and she plummeted on the ground.

Kurumu's friends immediately went to assist her and saw her bleeding stomach. "Why did you do kill her?" Moka shouted.

"She's not that lucky. She disobeyed my warning and I enforced her punishment." Everyone around the succubus saw that she was not dead, like the assassin stated, however she was in excruciating suffering due to the profusely bleeding wound on her body. "I'll only say this once. Cross me and I'll kill you." He shook the blood off his sword and sheathed it.

He watched as the girl's friends tried to aid her and get her to the infirmary and turned to face the school but was stopped again, this time by a question. "E- Excuse me" Kairi spoke up. "I-if I may ask of you… may I know your name?"

He looked at her for a few seconds and then gave her the answer "I'm Zenaku. Zenaku Hayabusa." He turned around and said one more thing before leaving. "Kairi Matsuzuki… we'll meet again." Kairi was left wondering why they would meet again and Kurumu was left upset as she was rushed with a bleeding injury to receive help.

Kairi, as she was alone on the yard, decided to follow Zenaku. She didn't know any rational reasons for following someone who could kill without guilt, but deep in her heart a voice whispered her to do so. Things were about to become one hell of a party.

PSYCH! Got you, didn't I? I'm not going to kill Kurumu or any news club member; perhaps a shitload of hurt and anguish but no death…yet. Keep alert for the next chapter!