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Emmy J.: I totally agree with you, there should be more Christian fics out there!!! And not just Inuyasha, other ones, too!! And your welcome!! I am proud of my work, and I am writing for the comfort and the right of all Christians! I am not afraid to admit it!! I am just very glad that you enjoyed this story, and I hope you continue to enjoy it!! Thank you so much!! I can't possibly tell you how much it means to me that you even READ my story!!! God Bless you, too!!!!!!

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or Tal or Guilo. I finished Piercing the Darkness yesterday, and it is AWESOME!!! I highly recommend it to all you Christian folk out there!! If you like the idea of angels and demons fighting against us humans, and the fact of the power of the Cross, you will love it!!! But, before reading Piercing the Darkness, you might want to read This Present Darkness so you don't get lost, because one of the main characters for PD came from TPD. I hope you read them and enjoy them like I did. They are by Frank E. Peretti, my all time idol!!!

Chapter Fourteen-Playing With the Devil

Sango moved out of her hospital bed and back into her apartment. With the aid of Kagome, she was back to her normal life, living each day as if she never left. I, however, was still shaken from our conversation. She was raped, and almost killed, and she never spoke a word to anyone before me. What terrified me the most was, what if Kyle found out that she told me, and really did kill her?

I had forced that thought out of my mind, trying to think of the positive. Well, I knew that I was the one bringing him down. The question was... how? Sango said something about angels... I still had a hard time believing it, but I began to think more and more about it, and the more I did, the more I began to realize... she was right.

My stomach was in knots, my heart was beating fast, I began to shake and tremble, but I wasn't scared. I felt as if giant wings wrapping themselves around me were sheltering me. I still felt nervous, but that's just the human nature. No big matter.

I was walking to the church on a Tuesday afternoon, the younger children just getting out of school and walking briskly down the sidewalks to go home or to the arcade. I smiled as their little faces gleamed with joy, their backpacks bouncing on their backs as they ran, as they laughed and were finally free from school.

Quickening my pace, I made it to the church in a few, short minutes. As I walked up the front steps and pulled my keys out of my pockets, the doors opened for me. I glanced up and saw a hideous face...

Kyle.

He gave a sly grin, one that seemed to say: "about time you showed up, let's have a little 'fun'". I gave a smile myself, and he opened the door further to let me step inside. I did, and he shut the door slowly, menacingly, behind me. I stepped in, bouncing my keys in my hand, hearing the "ching, ching" in my ears.

He was not far behind me, and I was completely aware of how close he was by the feel of his breath on my neck. I finally turned around, still seeing that same grin on his face, and I kept my own smile.

"Just what are you doing here?" I asked. "You are not a church kind of guy."

"I know, I'm not," he agreed. "But I had a meeting with a good friend of mine."

I lifted an eyebrow, but still kept my smile. "Oh really? Am I disturbing?"

He reached out his giant hand and grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. I didn't make a move. "Of course not," he said. "I can always use the company." He squeezed harder. It really did hurt, mind you. I just tried to keep my straight face and try to scare him.

It didn't seem to work. He pulled my arm behind my back, and I dropped my keys. I still did not wince, and he just continued to pull higher and higher. I felt as if my arm was going to be ripped off, but I knew he wouldn't do that in a church.

"Getting a little tight?" He asked, his voice growing deeper.

I shook my head, and he raised my arm higher.

"How about this?" He asked, practically yelled, in my ear.

This time it hurt so much, I let out a small cry of pain, letting my strong face disappear. I could just see him grin at my discomfort, and I cursed him in my mind. But now was the time to put an end to this.

I turned around, his grip loosening up a tiny bit, and I brought my fist from my other hand into his face. He fell backwards, but he steadied himself against the wall. I prepared myself for his next blow, but it never came. Instead, he stared at me from across the room, his back against the wall, his glowing eyes staring back at me. He gave a small, evil kind of smile, but I merely stood my ground.

"I never knew you had it in you," he said, shaking his head. "I never knew you would stand up, let alone throw a punch at me. "

I gave a slight smile back, "That just shows how much you know about me, Kyle."

"And you know everything about me?"

I put my hands in my pockets, and looked around the room. "I know that you never liked churches, sometimes lash out at some of them, you hate Christians, you always seem to get things done, you married Sango, threatened her, raped her, abused her... am I missing anything?"

He laughed, "No, I believe you have figured it all out."

I smiled back, and shook my head, "Then I guess I know more than you."

His eyes narrowed, but that smile remained on his face. "That's where you're wrong, Miroku. You are missing one tiny thing."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You're missing who I'm working for." He moved his hand to point down the hallway, but his eyes never left mine. "I am sure you have already met my Leader, my Master, my Lord, Kiara."

My heart had stopped. Indeed, walking down the hallway, was the old lady I had let in on that cold, rainy day. Her gray heir was pulled back into a ponytail, her wrinkled face held a tight, firm smile, and her eyes glowed red as she looked at me. I wasn't sure what kind of look I was giving to her, but I knew it was one I would regret. She laughed at my fear, and my heart quivered.

"Miroku," she said, her voice echoing with that of a powerful man. "It's so nice to see you again."

Thunder. Lightning. I began to wonder if this was really happening, or if I was watching a scary movie at home, and was about to throw up my bag of popcorn and turn it off. I took a step back, but my back hit the wall, and I ran my hand along the side of it. I was within yards of the front door, Kiara and Kyle standing in my way. I guess it's time for Sango's dream to come true. I just hoped those angels guarding me were ready for this.

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They were ready, all right. Guilo and Tal, along with their allies from many other regions of the world, were standing in the church next to Miroku, seeing gigantic monsters attached to Kyle, but not Kiara. Kiara was a demon all in herself, but she appeared to Miroku as an old woman. To the angels, she was a cat-like demon, her yellow eyes piercing as the sword in her hand, and her tail long, with a sharp tip at the end. Her claws were extended, and she was ready to pounce.

"Miroku," she hissed. "It's been too long. Why haven't you come to visit me?"

"I don't visit demons," he said, his voice growing stronger and he stood taller. Tal gave the first smile in hours. Miroku knew what he was up against, and he knew he wasn't alone.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk," Kiara said, shaking her head and walking slowly up to Miroku, Kyle right behind her. "You should know by now, Miroku. You are playing with the Devil today, and you are so close to him, you won't be able to get out."

The demons around Kiara and Kyle began to laugh, yellow and orange vapor escaping their long snouts and blood dripped from their razor sharp fangs. Tal and the other angels prepared their swords, and light covered over the darkness around their feet, and the few pathetic demons around them coward into a ball, hissing and screaming, covering their eyes from the light.

"Prepare yourselves," Tal whispered to his men. "We attack at the signal."

Guilo nodded, along with the other angels. They waited silently, staring down the demons across the room from them, who were also waiting for the signal.

Miroku stood up taller, and Tal gripped his sword. "Then the Devil should know not to mess with a Man of God," Miroku said, and Tal raised his sword in the air.

"NOW!"