Author's Note: This is the second part to Raging Hearts. Most can be read and understood without reading the first part, but reading this earlier work can clarify critical plot points.
Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all characters portrayed and/or implied inside that television animated program belong solely unto Walt Disney Productions.
Kim's Response
"How will we handle this demon?" Shego grows concerned for the redhead's safety. Master Sensei already stated, mystical monkey powers alone can't match this creature's power.
"I'm going to initiate Omega Ki," Kim responds.
"You can't!" Master Sensei, Yori, and Hirotaka mirror the same concern.
Shego didn't grasp what exactly her lover was proposing, but clearly understood this option was dangerous to her health. "You planned for this contingency all along, didn't you, Princess?" Shego didn't give her a chance to answer, "You put Omega Ki protocols into motion immediately following Stillwater and Gemini's escape. How'd you know they'd resurrect a demon?"
"I didn't, Shego".
"Then, how'd you know you'd need this Omega Ki protocol?"
"Simple, Emmy," Kim tries to hug the green woman.
Shego deflects her attention.
Kim backs away. Her lover wanted information not affections. She was worried about her on-going health. "Betty knew about my powers. Against my wishes, Hanna shared how hers eclipses mine even. Fukushima had Betty chipped, and heard everything.
True, I didn't know about him til recently. I did realize, however, her attacks kept growing in intensity, like someone was trying to gauge my power level, which was why I opted against using my MMP during this ordeal. Omega Ki was a last resort option".
"What's Omega Ki, Princess?"
She could easily explain, but knew, it was pointless. Shego's cynical nature takes over whenever the woman's worried. Her cynicism wouldn't call her a liar outright, only believe she was withholding certain details to spare her feelings, so she couldn't haft to worry. "Master," she defers.
"Simply stated, it's where Possible-sama merges her essence with the Hans, her daughter. Together, they'd have virtual access unto unlimited etherial energy. The extent of access will depend on the spell Possible-sama chose to evoke this transmogrification".
"Transmogrification? That denotes your changing one specifies for another. What happens to you two during this process?" Shego specifically asks her lover.
"I won't lie to you, Emmy," Kim grasps the green woman's hands tenderly "The etherial energies will convert our physical forms into ethereal entities".
"You become gods?" Shego pulls away her hands backing away cautiously.
"Not gods, per se. A higher evolution. Angel-like, maybe? We could always resume our physical forms, if we survive the coming battle. We, however, will never be the same again".
"Meaning?"
"We'll always be in hiding, and can never directly interact with humanity again without putting this world at graver risk. We'll still have our emotions and be female, though," Kim allays her two greatest fears.
"Come, Hannah," Kim grasps her little girl's outstretched hand.
"Where are you going?"
"We can't cast our incantation here," Kim explains. "The swirling etherial energies' forces would rip apart this saucer and base in under 3-seconds flat".
"Then where, Mama?"
"Condorea Island," she answers her curious little girl.
Master Sensei heard the legends, but never believed them, til now. He gazes upon his young pupil with acute fascination and confusion, knowing the student had truly surpassed the master. "Possible-sama, that mystic island vanished eons ago. The ancients sank it upon entombing Muramore".
"Not anymore, Master," Kim clues him in. "The island rose above the heart of the Atlantic Ocean, over a 1,000-miles (or 1,609.34-km) from the nearest island of continent".
"When'd this happen?"
"...when Fukushima started his incantation to awaken Muramore," Kim explains. "His shadow creeps over the Earth even as we speak plunging us into deeper darkness".
Kim and Hanna vanish before their eyes.
"Be safe, Princess," Shego walks away, heart crushed and head hung low. No matter how powerful she may be. She realizes she couldn't help protect Her Princess in this up-coming battle. In fact, she'd only get in the way.
Unlike Anything Else
G.J. shut down over corruption. Now this. The SSC took over G.J.'s command center. Chairman Marshal did two things none expected. First, she temporarily reassigned Special Division under OPM. All answerable under her power. She next reassigned them o hunt down Stillwater, Gemini, Dr. Director, and Drakken. They'll all became Public Enemy #1.
Field agents busy in the field. Counter terror threat, cyber threat, counterintelligence, military, media, and a host of other analysts were busy on their terminals trying to ascertain information their field agents could use to locate these criminals earlier, and predict what their end agenda must be. They barely gets started good, when every single terminal and overhead monitor mysteriously goes dead.
"Kirby," Chairman Marshal seeks illumination, "what's the hell's going on here?"
Kirby spotted a mysterious cloud spreading over the globe. Satellite scans detected it emitting high amounts of ionic radiation. His computer went dead moments later. His gut told him, this wasn't your ordinary ion cloud. Its readings defied the laws of physics. "An ion cloud," he knew better than call it anything else, "appeared almost from nowhere. I can't explain how or why. It's slowly engulfing the whole planet".
His terminal may be dead. Kingsley became more determined to find answers. Like his colleague, he knew this wasn't a naturally occurring ion cloud. Kingsley accesses their manual atmospheric tools and instruments quickly deducing, It's ionic radiation is off the charts and rising".
"Carlyle, could this be a weapon?"
He removes his spectacles chewing their ends concluding, "It's theoretically possible".
"Could Drakken and his crew be behind this attack?"
"I don't know, and dare not speculate on who's behind this cloud," he lives by facts and refuses to assign blame without knowing the facts.
"Fine," she cedes his point. She'd never expect this from anyone else. The man was so damn smart. She couldn't chance alienating him. "You're our resident weapons expert. What danger does this cloud pose unto humanity?"
"Let me first clarity a point here, Ma'am. Kirby and Kingsley are only partially right. There are multiple types of ionic radiation, some harmless, others quite lethal".
"Which one(s) is this cloud emitting into our atmosphere?" Chairman Marshal glowers, demanding a direct answer.
"Solar protonic radiation, Ma'am," he responds dryly.
"That's impossible," Kingsley disputes. "The Earth's magnetic field blocks that type of radiation".
"Usually, yes," Carlyle doesn't dispute the man's claim.
"What do you mean usually?" Chairman Marshal evaluates their current danger.
"Kingsley's right," Carlyle sheds new light on their current predicament. "The Earth's magnetic field should've filtered out this type of ionic radiation".
"But, it didn't," she grows irritated over being strung along.
"No," he reaffirms what she already knew.
"Why?"
"That's simple, Ma'am," Carlyle shocks everyone there. "This solar protonic radiation didn't form in outer space, but within Earth's atmosphere".
"Is it lethal?"
"Not with limited exposure, Ma'am, but over time it can be," Carlyle despised being the alarmist. "That time slot shortens a little more as cloud expands and radiation levels emitted increase".
"But, this planet's magnetic field should neutralize this type of radiation," Kirby reiterates his early arguments.
"Not this time, Old Friend," Carlyle sympathizes with his colleague's confusions. He shares his worst news yet. "The Earth magnetic field's actually acting like a giant cosmic cork preventing this radiation from harmlessly escaping our world's atmosphere. In fact, this same magnetic field's also why solar protonic levels are rising all over the globe".
SSC Chairman Marshal discerns, the man knew what he was talking about. "How long til lethal exposure, Carlyle?"
"Our satellites captured a laser of some type being emitted into the upper atmosphere. A vortex then opened near the same location. And it's this vortex emitting these increasing levels of solar protonic radiation. By my calculations, Ma'am, either we neutralize this radiation or we'll suffer lethal exposure within 24-hours".
Chairman Marshal plops in her command chair. She shuts her eyes tight contemplating her options. Humanity didn't stand a chance without a miracle. "What about living underground".
"We can last 7-months to 5-years with a skeleton crew living on D-rations. Once depleted, though, we'd have no way to replenish our food and water supplies unless we could learn to grow new crops and cleanse water underground without direct sunlight. Top ground, solar radiation levels will poison our atmosphere eventually killing nearly every plant, animal, and human. That which did adapt and survive probably wouldn't be safe to ever eat again, not to mention, our water would become poison, too".
"Not good news," Chairman Marshal paces the floor. "At least tell me where'd it originated?"
"Somewhere over the Amazonian Andes, but we couldn't get an exact lock, before our satellites went dead and this cloud blackened our world".
Counter Spell
Kim and Hanna appear upon Condorea's northern beach. This landscape defied description and the law of physics. This cloud blocked the morning day sun. And yet, the polished jet black granules under their feet start to glow like priceless diamonds matching their cerulean blue. Kim and Hanna rises into the air. Hands still interlocked.
Hanna glances up and notices. Her Mama stared straight ahead. Attention fixated upon a certain point. The inquisitive little girl traces her mama's steely gaze raking the sea of trees and vegetation. A small clearing catches the little girl's attention.
Kim lands there. "Sit beside me and do you breathing exercises, like I showed you, Hanna. I can't beat this creature without your help, my Little Hans".
"I understand, Mama," the little girl sits cross-legged breathing slow and ease chanting a mantra in an ancient tongue. She does this for a time then falls silent. Hanna starts to glow first. A royal cerulean blue. Bluer than she'd ever glowed. Hers weaves its way over the ground forming a circular spiderweb emblem roundabout them.
Hanna reaches out grasping Kim's hand. A surge of power, unlike anything she'd ever felt, shot all through her body, up and down her spine. Kim taps into the source, a metaphysical gateway containing all magic and power, even the secrets link with the cosmic mind.
Kim duplicates herself. Twelve clones sat roundabout them. Kim and Hanna seated in the middle. A celestial scroll appears before them unrolling itself. The very tapestry radiated raw power and wisdom beyond the ages. The language predated any mortal tongue. And yet, she could somehow read, speak, and understand its articulation.
Kim starts the incantation. Her mind read Japanese. Her mouth, however, didn't speak any mortal language under the sun. Her words carried such authority. Land, sea, nature, even the very air itself bowed under her will. The vortex grew wider. Lightning wailed and thunder roared. Winds joined the celestial ensemble. Torrential rains wailed the tiny island.
A rainbow mist drifted outside the vortex engulfing mother and daughter. So much power, dark and light etherial energies glowed through her mortal body. A thousand suns gone supernova lay under her command. One word and she could eradicate all life. Hanna acting as her bridge. Their glows grow so bridge. Their bodies continue to absorb this cosmic essence.
The vortex dips down swallowing mother and daughter. Their spiderweb circle splits into three tinier circles. Kim and Hanna levitated above the ground inside the inner circle.
Kim reaches out, her right fingertip glowed with such etherial power. A simple touch breaches the vortex dividing the inner circle with a jagged line. She then draws Rei on the right and Kion the left.Rei denoted the cosmic mind, whereas, Ki was the cosmic consciousness or life force sustaining this 'cosmic mind'. Etherial tentacles sprout outside the vortex connecting with this inner circle.
Raw etheral energies poured into this receptacle. It didn't take long, though. The inner circle starts to overflow. Colorfully majestic energy cascade into filling the middle circle. Kim nor Hanna budge. And yet, an invisible hand reaches down dividing it into five sections. This same disembodied member scrawls Japanese symbols for Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, and Ether inside each section.
The water flowed with such precision. Every section always contained equal amounts of water, til full. It took a while, but every section comes alive once full. All five sections spew their individual etheria energies into a single point dead center above Kim and Hanna's heads. The albescent orb splits the energies into twelve streams.
A New Creation
Each stream strikes empty space splitting the outer circle into twelve sections. The orb grew bigger and glowed brighter than ever. Each section siphoned equal amounts of power. A single sign of the Japanese zodiac appears within each section: rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, sheep, monkey, rooster, dog, and boar.
The vortex expands around all three circles. Each zodiac sign morphs into Toshimiru's most loyal companions, his 'inner circle'. Each warrior draws his majestic blade. One-by-one, each bestows his own blessing over his clan's newest Monkey Master, then tosses his blade into the glowing orb. Every spirit dissipates into thin air, after the last one bestows his gift.
Lastly, Kim draws and casts the Omega Blade inside the orb as well. Swirling energies get so hot. All thirteen blades melt into molecules. An etherial blacksmith scoops up pouring the smoldering liquid metal into its mold, blowing on its coals. He continues the refinement process til done. The orb opens, a melanize sword drops below. Its blade ablaze, crackling with raw power.
The mystic blade called unto its wielder. Kim reaches out acting on instinct. Her fingers effortlessly close around its hilt. The Omega Lotus Blade comes alive burning with the sun's intensity, but focused on a focal point. The blade channels the vortex's limitless energies through mother and daughter. Their bodies lose temporal cohesion and merge together undergoing a major transmogrification.
The swirling energies slowly dissipate in thin air. A 20-ft (or 6.1-meter) warring blood angel stood in mother and daughter's place. Hair, a crackling, unquenchable inferno, flowing freely down her back and giving off a plethora of fiery colors. Eyes, burning with an intensity surpassing the sun. Skin, crimson red but unblemished.
An ancient sun amulet hung around her neck. Oddly enough, it also bore Toshimiru's clan symbol. The chain was rose gold, purer than anything found on Earth, almost crystal clear. Japan's twelve zodiac symbols hung between preys' teeth, kept as souvenirs extolling her battle prowess. She also wore celestial armor resembling
Kim's phoenix shroud armor—a jet black, upgraded, more lethal version of her usual white and blue battle suit, overlain with near impenetrable armor. A demon's severed horns supported her supple breasts. Angelic creatures and ancient glyphs ghost-striped throughout her ethereal armor. Kim arches her back crying aloud. Her voice resonated like a roaring waterfall.
Prelude To Battle
"Shego," Kim finally senses her fading fast. She locks onto Shego's life force materializing inside the saucer's sickbay moments later.
Everyone takes one glimpse screaming and fleeing in mortal terror.
Yori and Hirotaka stay behind, but keep their distance.
Terror wrenched his soul. His mind screamed, 'Flee for your life!' And yet, his body would heed his will. Even Master Sensei wasn't sure why. His eyes raked the angelic creature, every millimeter. His pupils go wider recognizing the Omega Blade and sun amulet, inscribed with his clan symbol. His eyes continue upwards taking in her visual features.
"Hamaiah," he rasps aloud. Whatever was holding releases him. He backs away in terror.
"Master Sensei, you know this creature?" Yori grabs hold the aging ninja master.
He doesn't answer his young pupil.
Hirotaka poses the same question, figuring. He'd answer him, being a male stuent.
Master Sensei didn't answer him either. Eyes locked with hers. Mind marking the creature's every minute move, and debating why she's here now.
"My name's Hamaiah," the creature answers without moving its lips. "I'm what you'd understand the Hans war form".
Anne recognizes her little girl, some. She braves to venture in closer inquiring, "Do you know what's wrong with her? I've done everything I can".
"There's nothing you can do, Doctor," the creatures strokes the tiny green woman's raven hair. "The demon senses mine and your daughter's closeness with your patient. And he's draining her life force. He hopes it'd distract me mentally and leave me vulnerable during our upcoming battle. I don't intend on imprisoning but vanquishing him, this time".
Master Sensei eyes her with growing concern. He didn't know such a creature could be vanquished so easily.
"First things first, I must reward your daughter's sacrifice for fusing with and helping me," she waves her enormous hand over Shego's hospital bed. An ventilator like machine appears beside the unconscious woman. An IV line hooked into her arm. The machines circulated boiling plasma through her mortal body like a blood infuser. It'd keep her body alive, til this battle's over.
"Doctor, treat her with care. I must be going".
"Must you really vanquish him, Hamaiah?" Master Sensei inquires in Old Japanese.
"Containing isn't an option anymore. Muramore must be vanquished," Hamaiah disappears in a flash of black smoke.
Demons and Devastation
Hamiah zips across the globe in mere seconds. She hovers above the Peruvian Amazon. Her orphic eyes take in the devastation. Outlying towns and villages laid waste. Large section of the Amazon rain forest cleared, land raped bare. Other parts, trees and vegetation still stood, only brittle as toothpicks, and blackened a soot. Life drained. Men, women, and children, even animals butchered and eaten alive without a moments remorse. And she knew why.
Muramore had been trapped for eons inside that celestial temple's heart. He'd grown weak. A deep, insatiable hunger drove him near insane. Feeding was the only way he could replenish himself while preparing for their upcoming battle. She couldn't allow him to reach full strength.
Hamaiah stretches both hands abroad. Six angelic wings materialize on her back. She soars into the air. Her presence consumes the darkness. Lustrous light spreads in every direction.
The very light makes contact burning his scaly skin like burning coals. Muramore screams in near unending agony. He'd only felt such her presence once. A bitter memory floods his darkened soul. Pure rage dulls the pain. Muramore leaps into the blackened sky soaring towards his tormentor.
Hamaiah senses he'd taken the bait. She couldn't let his feed til full power. More people could get caught amidst their battle. Millions had already perished needlessly. She must take this battle into outer space. That way, no one else need pay. And she knew the perfect spot. Hamaiah soars through the upper atmosphere and into outer space.
Muramore didn't hesitate in pursing his deistic tormentor. She calls herself good, and him, evil. And yet, she locked him inside that torture chamber. He suffered greatly, day in and day out, alone. He wouldn't go back. Hamaiah was this realm's protector. Kill her and this mortal plane's his. The demon accelerates his pursuit invigorated by this single thought.
He bursts through the sullen cloud barrier. Hamaiah was waiting with sword drawn and pointing towards him. She releases a concentrated heat blast. The light side cosmic energies hit him so strongly temporarily knocking him senseless. Muramore spirals back into the atmosphere inevitably plunging headfirst into the Indian Ocean below.
Hamaiah laughs coldly.
Muramore was over a 1,000-ft (or 304.8-meters) below surface. He could still make out her bitter laughter, mocking his pain. His temper flares bursting through his aquatic blanket.
Hamaiah teleports herself onto Mars' southern ice cap waiting. The lack of oxygen wasn't truly a problem. Her new form didn't need to breath to sustain its life force.
First Blows
Muramore couldn't teleport over great distances, but soared higher and higher, driven by steely determination. He finally pierces Earth's exosphere, then takes off at quantum acceleration (10,000 times faster than the speed of light) breaching Mars' upper atmosphere 2-minutes later.
Muramore immediately zeroed upon his mortal enemy's presence near the southern pole. The cruel demon accelerates his descent roaring with a clasp of thunder, muffling the planet's usual grim groan.
Hamaiah peers into the heavens. She tracks her enemy's trajectory, headed straight towards her, but holds her ground.
Muramore's serpentine eyes pierces the crimson haze covering the desert planet. She pinpoints his mortal enemy simply standing there. Her very posture conveyed two things loud and clear. First, she considered him weak, barely a threat. Second, his adversary was simply toying with to wear him down. These realizations invoke his volatility worse. He'd show her, and give her a real reason to fear him. He opens his mouth spewing fire.
An enormous fireball blazes across the cerise Martian sky. Hamaiah draws her sword with seconds to react. Her weapon morphs into a shield. The fireball dings against her protective barrier, drives her back and through the glacial wall behind. She rolls over and over crushing various chunks and shards beneath her weight. Hamaiah leaps back on her feet, realizing. She'd greatly underestimated her opponent's power level. That, or he was masking his true levels.
Muramore barely lands good. Fiery locks lash out wrapping around his neck. He didn't dare debate what's happening, spinning around lashing out with his stinger.
Hamaiah does the same. Her shield morphs back into a double edged sword. Muramore's stinger comes closer, aimed at her neck. One sting and it'd be over. Battle won. Paralysis would set in. And the demon could do what he wished. Her blade spins gaining momentum dissecting his tail.
Muramore cries in unparalleled agony. His severed appendage drops onto the Martian glacier. The tail radiated such heat sinking into the ice beneath.
Hamaiah continues to spin gaining momentum releasing her opponent.
Temporarily paralyzed by unending agony. Muramore screams, soaring uncontrollably through the Martian sky hundreds of kilometers away. He crashes face first eating the planet's rustic soil and rocks, and tumbles over and over coming to rest on his back. He leaps back on his feet. Rage alone numbs the searing pain emanating throughout his ethereal body.
Hamaiah teleports behind him intending to deliver a vicious blow. Her plan doesn't work out.
Senses heightened. Muramore detects her returning some punishment. He spins around upon his heels delivering four vicious but simultaneous blows, two into her chest and two into her stomach. His adversary temporarily stunned by the surprise attack. He initiates a spin kicks, four beefy limbs impact her right jaw impelling her backwards.
Hamaiah tumbles over the crimson soil. She didn't have time to recover.
Muramore slams his hands down and stomp his feet simultaneously as hard as he could. No rain and solar radiation baked the planet's topsoil hard as steel. The crust breaks open and peels back like an onion. Jagged rock protrude upwards like primitive knives. The ground also shook with such violence impelling her back several meters.