Tales from the Club Room

Episode 37: The Battle Part 2: Kill Kishen

The gateway to the Dark Realm opened like a chasm, a yawing void that radiated evil. Lance stood in front of it his two way communicator on. Shinigami-sama had said that this was suicide, and the seven of them were given these communicators to keep in close contact with the monitoring center in the pure realm. As they walked through the gateway they could hear the cries of the damned, low moans and high screams of pain and suffering. Lance looked to his right and saw a man being savagely ripped to shreds by demon claws, to his left a man being raped by ferocious beasts. A woman was having her mouth stuffed with cakes filled with maggots and worms. This was what the world was like for the damned, they were subjected to tortures that reflected their sins. Black Star walked beside Lance, "Have you seen such a more disturbing sight in all your life?" he asked Lance laughed "In America they make this kind of stuff into movies. Ya ever have seen the movie 'Hostel'? This beats it by ten points." Miroku looked around, "I didn't think it was possible for such a place to exist?" he said. Lance turned to him, "To every person's heaven there is every person's hell. " He flipped his two way communicator on and looked at the map Shinigami-sama had given him. "If we make a left here we should reach Kishen's domain. I want everyone to stay together, so that way if one of us goes mad we can cure each other." Everyone nodded as Lance turned he felt a strange sensation as if something wasn't inherently right. He looked at the gates of Kishen's Palace, and then turned around, his party was gone. "Shit! I said stay together damn it, not go your own way!" He said and pushed the gates open. "Guess, I'll have to do this alone." He said and walked on in.

"Shinigami-sama we've lost contact with reapers Inuyasha, Miroku, Kouga, Black Star, Tsubaki, and Kouga." One of the men at the controls said as he flipped knobs and switches. "I can't get a signal!" he said and spoke into the microphone, "This is Pure Base One calling Alpha team, is there anyone there? Pure Base One calling Alpha Team, do you read?" A voice came over the loud speaker, one Shinigami-sama knew well. "If you think this is bad, watch this!" It was Kishen. There on the monitor were the six reapers lying on cold marble slabs, all asleep. Shinigami-sama watched as Kishen and five other helpers injected the reapers with a gold colored liquid. "Once this goes through their system, they'll be all mine forever! Isn't that right Sango?" he said, she bolted up. "Yes Lord Kishen!" she said in a monotone voice. "You son of a bitch, you rotten son of a bitch I won't let you win!" Shinigami-sama shouted as the monitor went blank. Kid-kun turned to his father, "We've got problems. It looks like the child of light did stop the madness from spreading but it was only a temporary measure. The mortal realm is about to be under siege again. Worse off, we are moment's away from a containment breach." He said, Shinigami-sama clasped his hands together, "Then the real battle has begun. We may lose this son, all the good in this world will be destroyed by madness. If we don't gather our forces, we may just end up losing all we have worked for." Shinigami-sama turned to his monitors and saw Lance strolling through the halls of the palace. "May the gods be with you young reaper."

The hall had reformed itself. The hole was gone, people were walking down the street beside it and Lance and Angela's wedding party were sitting nervously. The baby was asleep; Tilden sat at the door gun at ready. "Do you think it's over? " Len Lovett said as he looked out the window, Joyce Ryan shrugged, "I hope so because I can't take much more of this shit. Where did Lance say he was going? The Dark Spirit Realm, was that what it's called?" Helena Lovett stood up, "Well none of this makes sense to me. I was always taught about heaven and hell and Armageddon, and the second coming. This is nothing like I have ever read about before!" Kasukabe looked out the window and noticed a black mist coming towards the street. "Oh no, Tilden lock the door, Tanaka, Sassahara, help me put these barricades down on the windows." Tilden looked at her, "Why?" Just then a kid jumped through the window, his eyes glowing red, his mouth foaming. The kid began racing toward the baby, Tilden stood up and fired his gun, the kid's blood and brains spattered the wall. "Jesus Christ did you see that?" He shouted as Kasukabe pushed the barricade down. "It's starting all over again!" Kousaka said. "What is going on here?" Helena asked. Kousaka shouted, "The battle for the mortal realm has begun; I suggest if you have a god to pray to, you pray that you'll survive."

Angela awoke; her dress had been removed, replaced with a long flowing gown. Her wrists were chained to the wall, and the screams of the dammed filled her ears. "Hello, Anybody there? Is someone there?" she heard a raspy voice, "Yes my bride I'm here!" she looked, out of the darkness came a lanky, figure. Arms and legs as thin as spider web, his ribcage clearly showed through his skin, all over him were tattoos of eyes. His face was thin with one jutting eyeball and a mess of thin stringy hair which made him seem like he was a reject from an anti-drug advertisement. Behind him were six people she knew formerly as reapers, their eyes shimmered with a golden light. "Jesus Christ!" she shouted, Kishen laughed, "Not quite, soon though." He said as he touched her cheek with a bony finger. "My son died recently and I need a replacement. I saw you and thought you would be perfect." Kishen said as he sniffed Angela's neck. "Get the fuck off me!" she shouted, Kouga raced toward her and put a sword to her throat. "You'll follow Lord Kishen out to the chamber or you die, make your choice." Angela nodded as Miroku unchained her and she followed them out.

Lance walked through hall after hall; nothing but screams and torture. Eyeballs being ripped out, hearts being eaten like candy; this was where the worst of the worst went. Then he heard a voice call from the distance. "She's in here reaper! Come and get her!" It was Kishen, Lance watched as the hallway dissolved and a door appeared. The door was made out of human bone; flesh had been stretched taught over it. Lance turned the knob and walked in. There sitting in a red throne was Kishen, flanked by his party; they looked different. "Welcome to the party reaper! You're just about ready to see me become a happily married man!" Kishen said, Lance screamed, "Over my dead body!" he said Kishen laughed, "Exactly! Servants, kill him!" Lance watched as raced toward him Lance tried to fire a ball of energy at him but couldn't make it form. Kouga punched Lance in the chest, knocking him back into the wall, the crater was massive. Lance slumped to the floor. "You see, reaper, as soon as I took your friends I took your power! Now you have a choice: Submit to me or die!" Lance stood up and looked at him, wiping the blood away from his nose. "Go to hell!" he shouted and aimed his fingers like a gun at Kishen. Nothing was coming out; Miroku raced toward him and gave him an uppercut to the chin, knocking some of Lance's teeth out. Angela tried to run to him, Kishen blocked her, "The good part is coming up next." He said. Lance lay on the ground for a second and then got up, Kishen turned to Black Star and Tsubaki, "Finish him!" He said and smirked at Angela. Lance stood up, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and watched as Black Star had rammed his sword through him. "Lance!" Angela shouted and raced over to his body, she touched his neck, no pulse. He was dead; Angela began to weep, "No, not today! Please babe come back, I love you. Life without you is worse than this hell we're in. Come back." She said her voice choked with tears. Kishen clapped his hands, "Bravo, my dear. Now that's out of the way, let's get hitched!"

"Shinigami-sama, we've just lost Reaper Lance." The chief god sat down, "Then it's all over. He won, the son of a bitch won. Send a message to the Dark realm, Tell them that we surrender." He said and sat with his head in his hands.

"All I have to do is mark you and we're done!" Kishen said, Angela sighed, she had no choice. She barred her neck, and then kishen felt a pressure on the back of his head. "Game Over!" Kishen tried to turn around but his head exploded before he could confront his attacker. Angela looked through the gun smoke and saw a man with a beard and long cape. "Who are you?" Angela asked. "My name is Szilard Quates, and if you don't come with me there is going to be some serious trouble afoot." He said and grabbed Angela's hand and began to run. "What about my husband?" She shouted. Quates looked at her, "I'll notify the best healers we can get from the pure realm, but we must hurry." Angela shouted, "Why?" Quates stopped, "Because in the next minute kishen is going to reform and he's going to be pissed. I should know I created him! I created all this!"

Somewhere, inside Kishen's chambers a box that had been sitting quietly had opened. A doll hopped out and walked over to Lance, touching him, she watched in amazement as the blood flowed back into his body and his wound healed. She smiled, "My work has just begun. This is Agent Shinku, Operation Lazarus is successful. I am proceeding to work on the others." She said, and turned to the others who were watching over their fallen leader. Kid-kun smiled and spoke into the microphone, "Proceed with procedure codename: Swine Exorcism." Shinku nodded and fired a large ball of light at the six reapers. "Be healed!" she shouted. Lance looked up and saw his friends; he could tell in their body language that they had returned. "Just when you think you have all the answers, I change the question." Lance said as he got up, and watched as Kishen's head began to reform. "Guys, I don't care what happened before but right now I think there is a certain demon that needs reaping." They all nodded and watched as the others gathered towards Lance. "Its' show time!" he said and watched as the blue ball of energy returned to his hands.

To be continued. . .