Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any characters therein, aside from my own special ocs. With that said, please enjoy.
Authors Note: Sorry for the delays everyone, I got sidetracked while reading Yugio! The original manga was so fun, little Yugi just stole my heart sometimes, also I had no idea how gruesome and hardcore the first 7-10 volumes where, like wow! Anyways today's playlist is (NS) OST (Gerie) and Rihanna (Towards the Sun).What about you guys, what do you listen to to help you endure?
The Bride Rising
Ashes in the black.
Whiter still the bone, fire in the heavens as salt becomes the earth.
Rattle do the wards against the foulest winds.
Lo, for the world turned to waste as the darkest shadows of undeath did raze the hearts of men. Her trembling is but an earthquake, her cries the scythes resounding in the monsoons. Of man and beast may all her children be sacrificed, spill her ire into the blood that would engulf the continents. By the Great Mothers eyes black as onyx, open thyn self and swallow the Cosmos.
Pray may the lantern precede us into the abyss, may the lanterns precede us.
Ashes in the black.
Whiter still the bone, fire in the heavens as salt becomes the earth.
Rattle do the wards against the foulest winds.
Lo, for the world turned to waste as the darkest shadows of undeath did raze the hearts of men. Her trembling is but an earthquake, her cries the scythes resounding in the monsoons. Of man and beast may all her children be sacrificed, spill her ire into the blood that would engulf the continents.
Ashes in the black.
Pray may the lantern precede us into the abyss, may the lanterns precede us.
-Psalm of the Unmaking from the Text of Beshdrada, Intoned by the Lady Rezer
Bound and Determined
Her heart rate quickened as she looked up at him disbelievingly. For a moment, she was truly hopeful that he would help her. Unfortunately for her, no gifts are ever given without some expense as she was about to find out.
"I think it's much better than dying all alone in an unfamiliar location without a friendly soul in sight. It's your own fault you know. If you hadn't been so weak and powerless none of this would have happened now would it?"
He licked his lips seductively, gratified when he witnessed her hopeful face become crestfallen. He could practically taste the desperation rolling off her in waves as her frantic eyes pleaded with him. He simply could not resist teasing her, even if it meant forcing her fatal wounds a little deeper. His narrowed eyes bore into her own as the tone of disgust in his quiet voice slowly tore at the private shame of her naked soul.
"You are that type aren't you, always leaning on those stronger than you for support? You where too weak to protect even your own life and look what's come of it. You, out here, dying all alone in this humiliating state- how pathetic."
He could see the outrage in her eyes when he said this, he guessed by her coughing and gurgling that she would have abused him with a string of hateful curses if she were able to speak. Feeding off her anger, he found her frustration irresistible as he worked to drive the wounds a little deeper with his apathetic scrutiny.
"Hmm… your eyes tell me you have some fire left in you. Well my dear we will see if you possess any real strength at all, that we shall."
He smiled sweetly down at her, his face a picture of angelic beauty as he caressed her uninjured cheek. With his free hand, he gently wiped away the tears flowing from her eyes before bringing the moist fingers to his lips. It was simple to guess he was the sort of man that as a child, joyfully abused and neglected his playthings before destroying them.
"That is what you humans are always after anyhow isn't it- power- true strength. Fear not little girl for I will give you the power you seek and so much more."
Purring, he closed the distance between them letting his lips hover above her own. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the flavor of her leaking Xith while feeling her faint wheezing breath glide over his face. By the taste of it he could tell she was on the verge of expiration. He paused, watching her trembling lips mouth some indiscernible prayer as her body convulsed. He paid this no mind as he tenderly pushed her wet bangs from her pale forehead and placed a gentle kiss to her skin.
He grinned amusedly as he noticed her shut her eyes in a futile attempt to distance herself from him. He resisted the urge to laugh. Through his empathy he felt her blood curdle at his inappropriate contact. As she slipped into unconsciousness, he hoped his touch sent her off with {sweet} dreams.
The gatekeeper pulled away from the woman beneath him, forgoing all games as the time of joining grew nearer. He grew worried as he waited for their heartbeats to synchronize. He felt her life slipping away with every second like innumerable grains of sand through his fingers. To his dismay, the brunettes' heart only gave a few weak thumps every minute. It was a strain to slow his heart so much; however, it was necessary in order to take the third and final step of reciting the sacrificial incantation.
As the tow haired boy gripped her marked hand in both of his, he felt the center of his being shift to align itself with the young woman's soul. Relaxing his body, the boy took deep controlled breaths as he raised his head to the heavens. He felt invisible bonds twine around their weakening hearts as the organs fluttered and thrummed with irregular beats. The slow constriction of their abused cardiac muscles warned him of the impending danger. The sky cracked with lightning while gusts of freezing wind blew through the treetops, the Ningenkai was awakening to the call of his powers.
"I, Anmiki Vras te mer Tins Akut a child of Noir, he who dwells within Durai, Gatekeeper of the Immortal Ages proclaim this soul to now and forever be within my keeping!"
He chanted the incantation into the howling wind as it carried his prayers into the dark weeping bosom of the heavens. When nature drank the words carried in the raindrops they were born into the awareness of the Noir world by the whispering shadows of the Earth. Thunder boomed within the rolling gray clouds emphasizing every word as he; White Serpent of the Blessed Waters spoke them aloud.
"I request that this child born of the Azure womb be enveloped in the embrace of the Noir world; consecrate her flesh and accept our union of blood and spirit!"
The ancient energies of the Noir and Azure worlds converged forcing the mutual grip around their hearts to tighten. It linked them together as both plains of existence acknowledge their union. His declaration unto both worlds reached its zenith as lightning flashed overhead while unseen forces clenched their hearts to a full stop. The Noir and the Azure fulfilled the gatekeepers most ardent wish at last. He wretched briefly, he felt his arrested heart stop in his chest. Such seizers would have killed an ordinary man, but he continued to recite the spell even as his breath was stolen from him.
"I pronounce this as truth by right of blood, cleansed by the blessed waters, purified by the fertile earth, nurtured by the pregnant night and enlightened by the born day. Oh merciful spirits of virtue sanctify our union in this hour of harmonious convergence!"
Anm spoke the words with solemn reverence as the empathic vacuum expanded and reversed between them as the worlds released their grip over their seizing hearts. Anm engulfed her in the tsunami of his electric energy completely healing her broken body. With the last quantities of his potent vitality, he imbibed the remnants of his ki to settle just beneath the brunettes skin tattooing a visible ring of pale dots like a sprinkling of constellations around her throat. A similar band of markings appeared on his forearm automatically before fading moments later.
In the Noir the wisp thin Kitida hunted the dancing whispers determinedly through the tree limbs hardly disturbing the ashen snow that coated the frozen pine needles. Nipping at the words ends, desperate for their silence, the animated paper wards chased the forming wills deep into the sleeping heart of the simmering smoke fields. Cooling lava rippled over cliff sides and smothered chalk white bones as it crept over flat plains. The Kitida moved warily over the sleeping fields of fallen statues, incomprehensible in shape and unbelievable in size. Foreboding lay heavy in the choking air as ash fell gently over the slumbering forest. All too late, the pregnant utterance eluded the reaching wards and came to rest in the darkened crevasse of the jagged mountain range. Its peaks formed reaching spines clawing at the dark sky as they coiled along the back of a hushed and smoldering volcano.
From the wastes of the dead fields to the sky lit with infantile galaxies, a seal was felt untwining around the leash of an unholy nightmare. Alarmed, the unborn heavens shown down over endless reaches of lush jungle and gleaming temple ruins as their spires climbed upward to graze the bows of celestial cradles. Unwittingly, the lands inhabitants shuddered at the beauty of the warning lights twinkling in the night sky, unaware of any danger. The Noir could be felt stirring weakly to the beseeching calls of its absent son. The winds carried the inkling of awareness throughout the dim and brightly lit reaches of the Noir world as a corpse lay yet undisturbed.
Within the scalding fisher crawled the words uttered from the Azure world, reaching like timid fingers fluttering over the faint pulse of a grave. Drawn into the darkness by a dense void, they came to rest nestled within a ring of waning blue fire. Like steady breathes the fires danced rhythmically matching the rise and fall of the jagged ground. Their dim lights seeped through the cracks of the magma rich under-earth illuminating gnarled twisted patterns in the floor. Rusted chains and a chipped blade littered the charred floor unaware of the calling words or their clasping tendrils.
Within the fisher hidden away from the starlight the verses of prayer clamped down over the rusted chains carving themselves like insignia into the metal of many half buried cuffs. The firelights danced faster, there color deepening to Indigo as the jagged charred earth stirred and groaned within its restraints. Rising on clouds of dust within their shackles white bones reformed and rent tissues rewound over a skeleton. Deep Indigo firelights fluttered and grew as ash char shook loose from newly formed limbs as they trembled to life. Tendon covered finger bones tightly grasped the handle of a discarded blade now resting in its newly formed palm. Feathery coils of filthy ash grey hair and fingernails sprouted from its dusk sallow skin, its toes and digits twitched and unfurled as they creaked with disuse. The firelights died and the pulsing void went deathly still as the Noir and Azure worlds consecrated the union of the hearts of a pair of emboldened fools.
Enshrined in Durai in a sepulcher hidden by the sky-cover of the most impassable mountain range lay the tomb of a most sorrowful and forgotten legend. None but a single maiden prayed silently in a tomb decorated with towering alabaster reliefs and pillars of white marble. Precious stones of diamond and amber encrusted the ceiling like the night sky and overflowed dripping down the white walls and columns. The maiden smiled to herself as she felt the warm rays of the sun climb the bay windows of the shrine. Dawn bathed the many folds of her formal gowns as morning entered to greet this somber place with the new day.
Unmindful of the whispers in the breeze the woman's heart stilled momentarily in her aching chest. The flames of a thousand candles covering the floor where snuffed out on her exhale. She gave only a whimper of agony as the white coffin she prayed before split along its width. Spider web fractures formed cracks in the statue sleeping peacefully atop the sarcophagus lid. The cracking noise cut loudly through the deafening silence to produce a short clattering of echoes as it faded into the still air.
The woman cowered on her knees shielding herself with her arms against the intrusion of the frightful sound. For a moment only her rasping breaths where heard ruffling the silk of her white veil as dust settled over her robes. Startled, she turned to gaze confusedly upon the ruined slab as understanding formed in her rankled thoughts. Beneath her veil, her skin paled to grey and her rosy lips quivered thinning to a bloodless line as terror mounted in her chest. Within the dark void of the fireless crevasse, a choking gasp issued from withered lips. Air touched scorched lungs for the first time in countless millennia.
Tearful red eyes peeled open as the Indigo ring of firelight bloomed and flared to life once more. Powerful and unheard, the first life filled screams tore loose from a newly formed throat. The loud wail was carried by the wind into all the Noir lands. In the tomb, thousands of candlelights reawakened blinding the helpless maiden as she wordlessly crumpled to the floor. A gust of mournful wind discarded her veils to reveal her weeping face as she listened to the silent screams of an unshackled fiend in the distance.
"No…by all the worlds …it has begun!"
Anm cast his eyes skyward to watch the rushing wild storm slow and calm around them. The Ningenkia settled back into its fitful slumber as the dreamy influence of the Durai receded back to the shadows.
Inhaling deeply he shuddered when he felt his link of empathy sever with the young woman as his ecstatic high ran its course. Now disconnected, his blood no longer stirred at her once passionate opposition. While he completed the spell of joining, she refused to concede to him before letting the abyss swallow her consciousness whole. It no longer mattered however as the deed was done, she was now and forever more his living breathing keystone.
"Now little one, we are eternally joined; my power is yours and your life is mine."
Anm smoothly gathered her up like a bride into his arms; carefully cradling her head to his shoulder. He stood still for a moment contemplating what to do next as he watched her sleep within the circle of his arms.
"The mark is fixed on you but it won't settle for some time. I… suppose…I should take you home."
A calming feeling overtook him when the perfumes of vanilla and lavender waft off her skin to tease his nose. Anm indulged himself only once as he nuzzled his cheek into her hair humming pleasantly at the mouth-watering aroma. He crossed the threshold of his temple unmindful that his dominion lay in ruins. With his precious cargo held securely in his arms he sauntered slowly through the ebbing drizzle into the forest and disappeared into the rising mist.
Ok, so what woke up in the volcano and who is the temple maiden? Where is this story going, find out next time! Thanks guys, happy reading and please leave a review!