Sympathy for the devil

intro : This is a story focusing on the villain, Raidou. I am kinda winging this, though I got the basics right if I screw up on some details, let me know. This will be graphic and harsh, but some of the greatest movies have been extream, like clockwork orange... Here we go

disclaimer : don't own, not mine

rating: R

( 16 year before the 1st doa tournament)

" What are u staring at?"

The sounds that formed ideas that were given forms came from one of three people. These people all wore the same outfit. Indeed the only distinguishing factor were the colors of the belts they wore around their waist, which seemed to indicate rank. Other then that they had the appearance of a traditional ninja, each clad entirely in black with various acent and modern weapons protruding from their backs. They alone seemed to merge both the ideals of the west and east and obtain a perfect balance, a deadly balance. The only exposed feature the indicated that they were human were the slint in their hoods, from whose darkness emerged eyes. These eyes were ablise with life and hate. No, it was much more then hate, it was loathing, pure and unrelenting loathing. There voice rang out harsh and cruel and seemed out of place.

The one to whom they addressed there question looked about 23 years of age. He, unlike his interrogators, wore a more modern outfit, which consisted of jeans and a black shirt. He stood gazing into an empty and bleak horizon, with a storm ranging and a blood red sun just setting. The scene seemed to flawlessly reflect the man's heart. He stood unwavering, by both the elements and his apparent pursuers. It was his eyes that stood out the most though, for they were not the eyes of a man. The eyes seemed more akin to the storm or, rather, the destruction it was causing. His eyes had a purity, a quality that few ever possessed, but unlike the eyes of Christ or Buddha, his was a purity of a different kind. His were pure destruction. He seemed the embodiment of the storm, as if it's essence had been captured and given form.

" The nature of god and man" He said, his voice far to cool to be produced by any other man. His eyes had been and would continued to be fixed on a spot in the oblivion that was unfolding in front of him. His voice seemed like thunder, like he was merely a mindless part of the greater destruction consuming the bleak sky overhead. The three would be pursuers didn't speak, so the man continued " You are looking upon the only true element of the universe, the only unrelenting fact, the only relevant point. You are viewing the nature of god and man, the nature of power. You would say it, or more aptly put it's destructive tendency, is evil caused by an unhappy Kai, I tell you, it is all that truly is. It is the hand writing of god, it is the purest thing in the universe, it is the beginning and end. Power, it is the only thing that really matters or existed."

Of the pursuers, two of them stirred uncomfortable, as if trying to block out the sound with movement. The third one stood his ground, eyes unwavering and the embers of loathing still blazing strong. It was he only who dared to speak in defiance of the storm. " You know why we have come, Raidou...."

" Why, because I raped that bitch?" HE said this with a calais indifference, there was no passion or hate or any other emotion. It, to him, was a fact of life, as the storm was a fact of nature. Now even the third one's eyes changed, the fire within them blazed up and his muscles all became tense.

" How dare you. She is one of the most kind hearted people. You had no right...." He said this with an inner resolve and though he spoke softly, the words carried their own strength.

" I had ever right. There is only one determination of right, power. I had the strength, therefor I had the right."

" No, there is a higher principle..."

" Which is clung to by the week of mind and the faint of heart. Good, evil, merely two human constructs, two ideals invented by old fools to ensure no one would ever usurp their power. What you call morals I call slavery. Put I, unlike you, have the strength to overcome such childish ideals .Perhaps she has learned something, that foolish woman. Ayame" This last word was the only one the had an hint of emotion in it, and it was an emotion of utter hatred. It rivaled the hate that the three pursuers had for him. It dripped with spite and malice.

" I was told to bring you back alive, so that the elders could judge you. I will kill you with my own hands, nothing as evil as you should ever exist!!!" He screamed this. He seemed to be yelling it into the storm itself, going against the will of the universe. The other two got into place behind him.

" You are committing suicide" Raidou said, simply.

" Enough talk" Said the first of the assailants, as he ran forwards. Of the other two, one ran behind him, both drawing their swords. The other one ran around Raidou, heading for his opposite side. They all threw in flips and other tricks to try and disorientate and confuse their opponent, but this was in vain, he knew all their tricks. The first one threw his fist and made contact. A look of joy came over him, as if he had vanquished a great demon. Raidou's body flew back into the fighter on the other side, who kicked it. It landed with a thud.



Then, much to the three surprise, a sound could be heard. It was a chuckle, a horse and low laugh and it came from their seemingly vanquished foe. He pushed up off the ground in no particular rush, his opponents looking on in horror. This was short lived as the leader of the three charged in for a second attack. His fists and feat making contact with the body of his enemy, yet instead of pain or any other kind of emotion, only an inner darkness grew. Then Raidou rased his foot, and with the same annoyed look that a boy swats a fly, he hit his adversary sending him flying.

It was at this point, that Raidou unsheathed his enemy's sword and charged at the other two. They were both not expecting this. The sword found it's way deep into the chest of one, who let out a cry of pain, and then feel silent, forever. The other one reacted quickly, instinctive unsheathed his own weapon, but this was in vain, for Raidou's fist found his neck and delivered an instantly fatal blow. Both bodies lay there lifeless, as their leader looked on, horrified. This look of terror only grew as Raidou withdrew the sword from one of the bodies. The sword, coming out of the body, seemed to protest, and made a noise that voiced this. The indifference he did this with was almost inhuman.

Raidou then made his way towards the final opponent. The bloody sword clutched in his fist. He reached his opponent, who, at the last second found a newly kindled resolve. He would die with his honor. The sword found it's way into this last persons heat, blood squirting and smearing his enemy's check, as if a final act of defiance. These took the form of tears on Raidou's check. As he lapsed in and out of death, the spirits came upon him and said " You, great fighter, strongest of all, will be the first whom will fall. During a new time, one who is more sublime will punish you for these sins. You will fall to a woman who is the opposite of what you have become, the embodiment of what you once were. You will die as I am now, bleeding and alone."

To this prophecy Raidou's only response was laughter, uncontrollable laughter....