-chapter 4
The boy unsheathed his sword as light came steaming into the room from the now open doors. He tensed as something moved into the light, stepping into the dark room. He gaped as they came into view, five small boys stood before him, all identical. "Deven, I would like you to meat the pentuplets of Lucifer." He looked down at the small boys in awe and slammed his sword back into its sheath. "My Lord, they're children?" "We are glad to meet you, Master Deven." They said in perfect unison. "I wont doubt you my Lord, if you wish me to kill them, then kill then I shall." He said standing back and drawing his sword. "It was your choice to die, you must remember." They said. "Alright enough of this shit, you're going down!" He said as he started to run at the middle child. The child closed his eyes and clapped his hands together, he then separated them and pushed his palms towards Deven. Deven felt the air around reverberate as his sword went through the barrier. He thought, for a second, that he had won but then he felt the shock. It felt as if his body was slowly being ripped apart as the volts upon vaults of electricity ran through his body. When it stopped Deven found himself on the ground panting and sweating. "That was ninety vaults of electricity Master Deven." "You bastard, I'll kill you!" He said, getting up. "Bring it on you fuckers!" "As you wish." They said and immediately split up. "You are in for a surprise Master Deven, our powers grow stronger with age and I am only the youngest." At that one of the two girls sprouted wings from nowhere and took flight, the boy next to her held his hands palm up as two glowing orbs of molten red appeared, the boy in the middle, seemingly their spokesperson, took a defensive stance, to Deven's surprise, the other two, a very small boy and a very tall girl just kept their positions, moving only when the boy sat down and started humming mantra under his breath. Deven, using his quick reflexes and hours upon hours of training to make a swift leap, about 150 feet upwards towards the winged girl. He unsheathed his sword in mid-air and struck only to find another force field in place, complements of the middle, youngest boy. He landed and ran at the tall girl, only he knew what he was doing, at about two feet from the girl he swung his sword to the side. Being to preoccupied with setting a shield for his sister, he had failed to protect himself. Blood spattered his face as his stomach was sliced through. "Balthys!" the tall girl shrieked. Instantly white light shot out other finger tips and into her brother's body. The limp form lifted off of he ground but remained lifeless. "You've killed him!" she screamed at him. "That's the whole point isn't it?" He said sarcastically. Before jumping up and going after the winged girl. His Italian made sword hit its mark exactly, slicing the leathery wings where they met her back. She shrieked and thrashed, catching Deven in the face with long talons. He landed with a triumphant smirk on his face, despite the blood freely flowing down his face. Without warning white light shot into the girl, bringing her wings sprouting back, and ending her thrashing. He whipped around to look at the tall girl "You!" he gasped before spinning around and going after her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw it, a molten fire ball hurtling in his direction. Before he could react, he was swept off of his feet and surrounded by a horrible burning sensation. He jumped upwards to escape to pain but only to be caught in the stomach by the winged girl. She then, her fist still in his gut, flew with breakneck speed towards the oncoming wall. He hit it with such force that Voldemort actually shifted up to the edge of his seat. The girl held him there and hissed "You have killed one to many of my brothers, you will die." What she hadn't expected, however, was for Deven to pull out a concealed dagger and plunge it into her heart. She clawed at the foreign body but soon was motionless, the problem with this was Deven was now about 40 feet in the air with nothing to support him. He flew towards the fast approaching ground, and miraculously landed on his feet. He then went charging towards the tall girl, jumping over the occasional fire ball. He plunged his weapon into her stomach and sliced upwards. After she stopped twitching, he kicked her off of his precious piece. "Noooooo, Andralique!" the boy with the flames sobbed before hurling fire balls at him in rapid succession. Deven dodged them all and continued onslaught, running towards the boy. He dodged every fire ball, at alarming speeds. He soon caught up to the boy and held his sword to his throat. "Go on, kill me, you've earned it." "Not yet." "Why?" "What is your brother's power?" "I can't tell you that." "Why not!" he said, pressing the sword harder and drawing blood. "You might as well kill me, because I will not reveal it." "Fine." He said and sliced his neck. Deven was wary of his last opponent, he hadn't moved or opened his eyes the whole battle. "My powers are useless against you." He suddenly spoke. "What are they?" "My job was to draw the energy from the air and give it to my sister, who could then use it through her healing abilities. But seeing as you killed her, my powers are useless." "Fine, it will make my job a hell of a lot easier!" he said as he started towards the small boy. He was about 4 feet away form him when the boy opened his eyes which were glowing a soft purple. He was then lifted into the air by an invisible force. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Yuki, the oldest of the Lucifer pentoplets." "You?" he gasped before feeling intense pressure all over his body. His eyes began to pop as the pressure grew. "You thought you had won, it's disgusting how over confident you are. You thought that after you killed all of my siblings, you could easily take this small, quiet boy down, didn't you!" He clawed at the invisible hands around his throat as he started to turn blue. "You disgust me! A mere mortal thinking that he can defeat all of the Lucifer pentuplets! Is this the best you can do Voldemort! Is this the beat you have, well take a look, I'm squashing your best warrior!" While the boy was turned Deven reached for a hidden dagger, hate boiling inside of him. He raised the knife and aimed. The dagger hit its mark, right into the back of the boy's chest. They boy spun around, but he had lost concentration, Deven was released. He darted towards his sword and swung it in a powerful arc. The boy's head rolled over to a stop a Voldemort's feet. "I would not fail you my Lord." He said, still panting. "You have triumphed over the pentuplets of Lucifer." Voldemort said with a look of impatience on his face. Suddenly Deven was lifted off of the ground. He hovered at 20 feet before the pain came. The pain was the worst thing Deven had ever felt in his life, it felt as though his body was being ripped in two. He watched in vision blurred in pain as five orbs came to him, one from each dead body. As they got near each other, they combined and entered Deven's chest. As the orb came inside of him the pain doubled, it was to much for his already weekend body and he promptly passed out.
A/N cheesy I know, but yet kinda cool……Well sorry, I just got braces and they hurt like a mother, and I'm having a hard time concentrating.