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All actions have consequence, when one acts one must always be aware of the countless reactions that can come from their actions. Then again, for those who have long since left the mortal coil, those who are no longer mortal, who are monsters. We must face retribution for our very existence, so what do the petty concerns of mortals and the weak reactions that we could cause mean to us?
So what is the reason for my continued existence? I am so very bored with this life, there must be something that will take the boredom out of this existence. A companion perhaps? No, I have never been one satisfied by such things. A challenge? No, that will only temporarily take the boredom from my life. Perhaps something else…
Footsteps, echoed throughout a grand metropolis of technology and power. A man clad in black clothing from an age long since past walked between the grand skyscrapers through the filthy, rank hidden alleys of the city. The man wore a long cloak that billowed out behind him, a baggy short sleeved tunic, a form fitting long sleeved shirt, baggy pants, riding boots, and leather gloves with a strange sigil etched into them. He had ebony black hair, and snow white skin, his brilliant blood red eyes betrayed no emotion as he glanced about him, looking at the broken, destitute people leaning against the sides of the alley, against the walls, against crates, against anything they could find. None looked at him, not even a child who could not possibly understand why no one else did. He smirked as he looked at one person who was trembling as he clutched his side. "Such weak things these mortals are," the man said to himself as he walked past, not giving the other a second thought.
He neared a main street, or what was once a main straight, but now a dirty, grimy slum where countless people were trying to make a living. He walked through, as if nothing about the world about him was of any importance to him. That is until he heard a scream, followed by a large explosion. He looked up, to the terraces and highways of the city above him. "I feel something, very familiar," he commented as he slowly bent down and put one hand on the ground.
He launched up, a cloud of soot and mold billowing up from below him on the streets as he rocketed up towards one of the high terraces. Landing softly on his feat on the railing of one of the highest terraces, he looked down to the left, the terrace acting as a sidewalk along the side of the building. Several people were staring at him in astonishment as he stepped down to the floor and began walking down towards a corner. "Whose that mommy?" a small girl asked her mother, no more than six years old as she stared in wonderment at him, "Is he a superhero?"
"Don't ask questions dear, lets just stay out of his way," the girl's mother told her as they got out of his way.
Several helicopters flew by the terrace at that moment, heading off towards a large plume of smoke that could barely be seen in the distance. The man glanced at them and then jumped across the gap between the walkway he was on, to the next building as he began to run along the side of it. With each step he took, chunks of the building exploded off and slowly fell to the ground far below. Countless people watched him from their terraces, some ducking out of the way of rubble, but all in wonder at what he was. A completely different reaction than those from the slums, the people on the nice clean terraces seemed completely unaware of any danger he presented. He leaped up to the roof of a building across the street from the source of the smoke, a tall skyscraper which was now missing its top floors, almost as if they had been ripped off. Helicopters flying all about it, some were dropping off armed men into the ruins, and others were filming what was going on. "Interesting, it would appear we have an outbreak," the man stated as he crossed his arms and watched the scene for a few moments, sniffing the air he added "I smell high level demons."
He took a few steps back and then vaulted over to the building, landing in a kneeling position behind several of the solders who immediately turned around and aimed their guns at him. "Out of my way mortals," he said as he slowly raised himself to his full height, a look that just dared them to fire on him.
"What class is he Nab?" one of them yelled as a tanned woman behind all of them put on a strange eyepiece as she kept her gun trained on him.
"Power level seven, class…unknown, whatever he is, he's in our range and he's a completely new type," the woman said looking at him with her dark brown eyes, clad in the same combat uniform the rest of the people around her were.
"Well then demon, hope you like holy energy," one of the said as he fired at the red eyed man with a large barreled rifle.
The red eyed man simply lifted his right index and ring finger up and caught the bullet that had been shot from the rifle, "No, but I'm sure you'd love it," he said with a bored expression as his wrist flicked as the bullet vanished from his hand, and the man who shot it crumpled under his own weight, a bloody hole having appeared in his forehead.
"Guys…he jumped from level seven to level four just then," the woman stated as she backed away.
"What?" they all yelled in unison briefly turning around to look at her.
"I am a Daemon, you pathetic mortals," the red eyed man said as his eyes widened with an almost animal ferocity, shadows slowly beginning to swarm about him, "Remember my name when you go to hell, Yami."
"Open fire!" one of them yelled as they all raised their weapons and began to fill the Daemon Yami with bullet holes.
As he crumpled to the ground, a bloody mess of flesh the woman turned around and aimed at the top of some ruins, "Power level four, class seven demon," she yelled out as she ducked behind a section of the wall, the rest of them doing the same.
"Only a class seven?" Yami's voice came as his bloody corpse rose up as the blood began to whirl about as it slowly saturated the body, the wounds closing up as his eyes began to glow.
"A Daemon? So the organization is hiring Daemons now, I never thought you would associate yourselves with…" a tall man with dark rocky skin said as he jumped down from his perch high above them, landing on his feet with almost angelic grace he added "…a true demon."
"A true demon? I am nothing like you," Yami said as his wounds all sealed shut, not a trace of blood around him, his skin unmarred from the bullet wounds that had filled it before, his clothing in a similar state of perfection, "I am far superior to you."
"A demon is a demon," the rocky skinned man said, "Your title of Daemon means nothing, the fact you are a demon cannot be changed."
"I think we just stumbled on something way above our heads," the woman commented to the others, looking between the demon and Yami.
"I think you're right, between that bloody demon regenerating and this warrior demon actually capable of speaking Hylian," one of them commented as the demon turned a glare on them as he brought his hand up.
"Die," he commanded as flames exploded from his palm, racing towards the others.
"Bad move!" Yami roared as he charged forward, his left glove's fingertips ripping apart as sharp claws extended from them.
Yami was at the demon in an instant, rending its rocky flesh with his sharp claws, jarring it's hand causing it to miss the solders. The demon looked Yami in the eyes, glaring as Yami only showed an animalistic hunger in his. The demon's hand suddenly sprouted huge claws as he tried to swipe at Yami, who merely ducked out of the way. "Good! Good! A couple hundred years more practice and you might have been a decent warm-up," Yami said with a feral grin, jumping back and leaning against a ruined wall as he crossed his arms, waiting for the demon to do something.
"What do you mean…" the demon asked as he gave a pained moan as he crumpled to the ground, a thick black acidic substance pouring from a large cut on the left side of his stomach.
"That," Yami said as his expression calmed as he shrugged his shoulders, "Don't feel bad, not many beings can stand against someone who has lived as long as I have."
"Bastard," the demon wheezed as his eyes glossed over, and he stopped breathing.
Yami gave a pleased sigh as he began to make his way over to a staircase, "Hold it right there!" the woman yelled as they all aimed at him again.
"Yes?" Yami asked looking over his shoulder at them, boredom obvious in how he said it.
"We will eradicate all forms of demon activity in Hyrule, including you," she stated as Yami only smirked in response.
"You really should check your little power thing again," Yami said as it suddenly began to smoke, "Technology only can take you so far."
Yami walked down the stairs leaving the Hylians baffled at what had just happened. The walls about him as he slowly descended were charred and falling apart, parts of the roof and floor completely missing. He began to walk down a hallway, suddenly spinning around and blocking a blast of blue fire with crossed arms protecting his face. "Rinku, I thought I smelt you," Yami said as he grinned, lowering his arms to look at the far end of the hallway.
A tall man was on the other side, wearing a blue tunic, a black form fitting long sleeved shirt under it, black pants, brown boots, blue metal bracers, black fingerless gloves, and a blue breastplate with strange markings on it. He had ashen white hair and skin, his blank white eyes seemed to stare right through anything they looked at. "Yami, it has been a long time, three hundred years wasn't it?" the man asked as he slowly walked towards Yami.
"Two hundred and ninety three years, five months, twenty sever days, three hours, forty minutes, and seven seconds to be exact, Rinku," Yami replied as he began walking down the long hallway towards Rinku.
"Good memory, wish I had that sometimes, then again I suppose I prefer my immunity to most spells over that," Rinku stated as a gigantic sword appeared in his left hand, two blades fused together forming a helix.
"So you say," Yami responded as a nodachi appeared in his right hand.
"What was it that you said the last time we met?" Rinku asked as he practically began to fly down the hallway.
"Death always comes for you in the end!" Yami roared as he too began to practically fly down the hallway, both of them meeting in the middle both swords meeting each other in the middle of their blades, sending a shockwave which caused the building around them to fall apart even more.
"You're stronger Yami," Rinku stated, a confident smirk on his face, a hungry look in his eyes.
"So are you," Yami replied, mirroring Rinku's expression perfectly.
They pushed each other back, skidding along the floor as the both brought their swords behind them and charged again. Yami striking first as he span about on one foot and swung down at Rinku, who blocked with his sword. The entire floor below them gave way as they began to crash down through the floors of the skyscraper, it quickly falling down after them as the upper levels having finally had enough punishment. Rinku pushed Yami back to the edge of the little platform they were on as they continued to fall through the building. Rinku attacked next swinging low as Yami blocked with his sword, but instead of stopping the attack he used the point of contact to pivot out of the way. "Much better," Rinku stated as they stared into each other's eyes, both enjoying the fight immensely.
"Too bad this stage is over," Yami stated as they stopped falling, having hit ground level, which was a broken down hotel lobby.
"Who knew, this was the place we fought so long ago," Rinku commented looking about with an amused expression as Yami back-flipped up to a hanging chandelier.
"So it is," Yami replied as the chandelier rocked back and forth, the windows shattering as debris from the uppermost levels finally reached the ground, stopping shortly, "Hmmm, I say they lost the ten highest levels to this building at most, not bad considering there's over seventy of them."
"Amazing what a little magic can do," Rinku commented as he leaped up after Yami, slashing at him.
Yami jumped up high enough and landed on Rinku's sword as it came by, "Remember this trick…Link?" Yami asked with a cocky smirk as he slashed at Rinku, slashing through part of Rinku's breastplate.
Rinku used the chandelier to jump back to the ground as he swung Yami off. "Very good Yami, before you couldn't even lay a hand on me, Dark Link," Rinku complimented as blue flames began to envelop him, "Now let's see just how much you've learned."
A clapping sound came from the desk of the lobby, a figure clad in black leather armor, deeply tanned skin, and brilliant red hair lying on his side on it. "Well done, it has been so long you two, I'm amazed you've survived all these years," he commented, an arrogant evil smirk crossing his face.
"Dragmire, I thought you were killed the last time one of my line fought you," Rinku growled as he rested his sword over his shoulders, glaring at the other man.
"If it wasn't one of your line, it should have been one of mine," Yami sighed, "I suppose it takes the originals to destroy an annoying pest like him."
"I'm out of here," Rinku said as he began to walk out the lobby his sword vanishing, "Weaklings like him are of no concern to me."
"I suppose, his annoying presence did kill the mood," Yami sighed as his nodachi vanished as well, "Until next time Rinku?"
"Indeed, you want to issue the next challenge?" Rinku asked with a smirk.
"Hey!" the man yelled trying to get their attention, being utterly ignored.
"Sure," Yami replied as he began to follow Rinku out, "Been a pleasure fighting you as always, takes some of the boredom out of this long life."
"Indeed," Rinku sighed as he walked out.
"Damn it listen to me!" the man roared as a black wave poured forth from him.
"Shut up Ganondorf, nobody cares about what you want," Yami said looking over his shoulder, "You're just another weak pathetic mortal. Albeit a persistent mortal."
Yami walked out of the building and into the street, sending several people who were watching to see why debris was raining down from overhead scampering into the alleys.
And that's where I'll end it for this chapter. Hmmm, taking the best ideas from several of my fics, and putting them together. I must say, I like the results thus far. Well onto my questions for you folks…
1. So do you like what you read here?
2. How was that fight scene? A little short I know, but how was it?
3. Looking forward to the next chapter?
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