Ladies and Gentlemen:
Once again, I implore that if you want your character to be in this fanfic, that you write down in the review box all that I ask. The next chapter after this will make the rest of the story R and the battling will begin soon after. Also, now is the time to make requests about who you want to win and why. At this point anything goes (except flames). After a few more chapters the "good guy" character submission will close; but before you begin to invade my review box with flames (even though I declined), you may begin a new category. The good guys' requirements are listed on the first/title section. Now I will make requirements for the bad guys.
Bad guys: everyone wants to be a bad guy, don't try to deny it. Well, here are your requirements. Name (only a first name is required unless you want to go all out!), gender, age, height, weight, eye color, hair color, leader you want to follow or at least be around, personality (loyal, trustworthy, a killing machine), favorite weapon and backup weapon, and finally a favorite requirement by nearly all, demonic powers. I will allow the first 10 people who respond quickly to become a hanyou or half demon with powers (any of your own choosing, limited to three, no choosing immortality because even a half demon has his or her own weakness. Look up Inu-Yasha for more info). Also, as a hanyou, you must pick an animal half to be attached to (wolf, cat, dog, hawk…) Finally, the reason for ten is for the five leaders, two demons for five leaders to work with; so only two to each leader. Pick wisely. When one leader is taken, choose another. If I receive more reviews from different people than I may extend the offer or allow some leeway. Also if you and another person want to have the same "animal half" and want to work with the same leader, I will let you become a small pack. All right. Now then, soon I will have this thing becoming R; I will allow and enter in more intriguing scenarios.
Thank you and Enjoy!
Author: Quiet thief
PS: A good friend has already taken Isaac, before I had time to write this up. She has chosen her animal half to be a panther. In other words, she'll make a good example of what I will do to your evil characters (HEHEHEHEHEHE)
Good Luck, Amanda
"Sempa, trula remsorto diselalo maniq politram Murok sela de simpliar."
Admatha turned quickly to see the young Silkster being devoured by the pregnant female; as the last of the long, hairy legs was being dissolved by the powerful saliva, Admatha figured that now it would be best to see if her little gopher Jael, was able to stand on guard. He Who Walks Behind the Rows would definitely have trouble breaking her down if He wanted any information on her powers, but the likely event was that He would be toying with her and making her work even harder. But Admatha refused to believe that her plan would fail; after all, she had easily gotten rid of her pesky cousin. Turning towards her pets, she saw the pregnant female sitting still in the corner, looking most contempt after a big meal; perhaps it was all she needed in order to calm down. Pushing back her white/blonde hair with her long delicate fingers, Admatha wondered if she should let her minion have some more time in order to prepare her report. Despite the fact that a few more, minor details had to be taken care of before the revival of the leaders, she was very curious as to find out who was strong enough to show that he was more powerful than the rest. The choices were narrowed down to two, but there was always the devious way of showing the most strength by not showing any at all. Isaac could have easily become strong, being that he did die twice; the strength to come back once was enough to show that he possessed more than Eli, Ezekiel, and Josiah. However, Micah seemed to have a greater control with his powers, providing great feats of skill; but then again, he used his power to demonstrate his whims rather than those of He Who Walks Behind the Rows. Watching out the window, she saw her little black raven circling around the skies, waiting for its next prey, staring down at the forest floor, and hoping that fresh meat would appear quickly. Her light blue eyes closed for a moment, lost in the memory that no pureblooded demon should have, and sighed loudly.
The pregnant Silkster hissed out a warning, but let her master show for once, weakness.
Deep in the bowels of insanity, he waited. A dark-eyed death awaited his return. To grip the strong handle of a scythe and hear the steal blade break a fragile little neck. To hear the pitiful screams of an interloper dying at his hands and to take the impure blood and cast it out of the fields; he missed it all. He missed the sound of his own voice preaching the words of his Master, his Father, his God. With dark eyes he looked up at the high ceiling and smirked. Earth would once again taste blood; as soon as he was given parole.
Raven exited the school grounds and hurried towards her car, Kyle was in tow, wanting badly to just be with her. Whether or not she wanted his company. The car started without any problems and quickly she backed out; unfortunately, she missed her moving target that then had the guts to curse at her. Raven only smirked in response before peeling out to Ember's. Schoolwork was never the same without some true guidance from a well-rehearsed student and Raven knew that in order to pass her latest essay assignment.
Amanaka turned around and immediately shot forth a blast of electricity, frying her opponent on sight; she growled and flipped out of harms way, awaiting the next attack from the half-wolf, Ransolo. The smell of the woods filled the abandoned warehouse; Ransolo apparently had not eaten before the fight, or else she would have noticed blood and fresh in the air also. Her opponent was strong, easily dodging most of her attacks with his wolf-like speed and endurance. Her panther like speed was good, but her endurance was running low while the half-wolf's was just reaching its peak; he flashed his teeth and grinned, warning her to watch her step, perhaps even surrender to a better fighter. But what he did not know was that a half-demon already 417 years old already owned enough instinct and learned enough tricks to make up for her endurance. With a heart racing faster, she looked around and saw that her last attack would have to do the trick or else she would have to run. Ransolo, with his wolf-like speed was already behind her before she could use another four word swear. "Come on, darlin'" he snarled, "You know as well as I do that I've won." She could feel his sharp teeth upon her neck and shivering, she called upon her greatest power. "I swear, Ransolo, if you think that you've won, then you're stupider than I thought!" Quickly, she took her hands and let them drop to her side and began to chant the ancient words that has escaped her lips only three decades before. "Sule etma temso luká wentral, sule etma temso luká wentral, sule etma temso luká wentral, sule etma temso luká wentral, sule etma temso luká wentral, sule etma temso luká wentral…" Through her entire body she felt the power of the fiercest storm, raging and fighting to get out and destroy. Ransolo, back off, realizing that she was in no way kidding about his stupidity, but now was not the time to apologize. Now was the time to duck and roll.
Amanaka's blue eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body chilled to an icy degree. Ransolo licked his lips, as the pupils in his eyes became slits. "You wouldn't dare kill me. Come on, Amanaka, think about it. You kill me and who will be left to annoy the hell out of you. Come on, Amanaka, think about this move, it is not at all like you and it is a poorly executed maneuver."
"But it is so perfect," she responded. "Absolutely, perfect for you."
Her body exploded in a ghastly array of heat and cold, and Ransolo had little time to prepare for the onslaught. His organs were the first hit, from the bowels of his stomach to the little nerve endings in his central thinking system; his blood raced with burning cold and his flesh felt fiery hot and everything else melted in the mixture of intense pain. Ransolo should have just let go of her body, but the half-panther demon girl held on, knowing that in about seven-eight minutes there would be nothing left of her opponent; the only problem with her attack was wondering whether there would be anything left of her.
Ransolo screamed in pain, his clawed hands grasping wildly at air, he tried to jab her and tear at her flesh, hoping that in the commotion, she would let go. However, he also knew that it would be miracle if she did, for no demon ever survived this attack: The attack of both Fire and Ice. His eyes widened up with pain, the yellow becoming tinted with red as the blood vessels began to burst in each socket. There was nothing left for him to do, but wait for Death's generous hand to slay him down. The half-wolf swore before giving himself totally to her hands.
Amanaka slumped forward, smiling, as victory was hers. But this time she did the unexpected and let the half-wolf live, even though it would take decades for him to recover from his wounds and broken pride. And it would take her some time to recover herself. With her body burning from the outside, she knew that it would take more than a trip to the Antarctic to cold her down; this time it was serious. Ransolo was already unconscious on the floor and if she settled down for a nap, it was not like he would kill her. They luckily fought in the arena when no fights were scheduled so no one would see either of them wounded and there would be no catcalls for the death match. Her double-edged weapon was always her angle, defying her opponents any opportunity to kill her; except, of course, when she would have to be against a full power demon. Because if she were ever to have in the position to have death stare her in the face, she would do it herself; after all, she did have her pride.
Idbash swept her hand over her deep red hair and watched with amber eyes as the flame above the candle continued to burn. The wax hardly melted even though the flame had been lit for over three hours. She did have her own opinion on who was trying to break free, but she remained quiet because her master hated for her to have an opinion about anything. But still, she could not help it. After all, she had been in love with him for three decades and had seen such awesome potential in his leadership; she wished that it was him. Returning back to her human form, she waited and watched, completely bored out of her mind. He Who Walks Behind the Rows had not offered her another meal and she was beginning to think that perhaps He wanted something from her, a token of her appreciation or perhaps information on how to destroy the seductive and elusive Admatha. Well, whatever it was she certainly was not going to let Him have His way; if she needed food, she was going to get it herself. The candle continued to burn, as though assuring her that it would be there as soon as she came back. Nothing was going to happen unless the Leader found himself in trouble with the Great Power that Be; but, that would mean that he would be held for only a small amount of time. Signs given before they were due were given nothing more than a passing thought and the Great Power that Be always had cases that deserved more of his time than a psychotic juvenile. The door opened calmly and she expected that it was Admatha; but instead it was Sano, a messenger from the jail grounds of hell. He always looked pathetic, even in his raccoon form; a pathetic little thief looking for some kicks.
He stood up and changed form, a young man with eyes darker than the terrifying Micah Balding. "Admatha has found the last piece and has asked me to bring you to her." He licked his lips and she shuddered, rather appropriately considering that he always had on eye on her.
"Fine," she replied. "I'll go."
"Good; but then of course, you wouldn't dare not accept a request from your master. I really don't blame you, Idbash. Or should I call you, Jael? Personally, I would rather call you my own, my little slave, my little---"
Idbash turned slowly back towards the candles and sighed. "And when he comes, you'll wish that you would have left me alone, Sano. After all, the Leaders have always been more powerful than you, it would not surprise me if they decided to toy with you before beginning the real tournament." She faced him and smirked, her own fangs protruding just a bit. "I'd watch your step if I were you, Sano." She walked out the door, Sano moving in behind her. Waiting perhaps for her to falter along the way.
He waited and felt his energy fading fast. His only choice was to extinguish the flame, which he did. He succeeded in his personal mission; scare the shit out of his competition, make the others worry and dance around on the tips of their toes. He loved it. Always did and always will. The flames burned higher, surrounding his isolated island even more. He worried that perhaps Admatha might restrict the usage of his magic tricks or perhaps have him immediately banned from the competition for not showing any sportsmanship. He really hated being patient with details and firmly believed in killing for the pleasure of it. But then again, his best work came from formulating a decisive and devastating plan of attack. But for now, his plan of attack was reaching freedom. He wanted freedom and he wanted to be her. Take her away to their own private area and rid himself of being a pawn in a sick and twisted game of adults-v-children. He wanted retirement. Maybe every now and then kill, but only to take the edge off. There was not much he could do after Samuel became instated as the newest leader, and teaching Samuel his old ways of working would be fine. Then Sammy could take over the business and he could relax with her, taking back all the pleasures he had missed with her while he was away doing His bidding. Ah, how much he wanted to be the romantic to her, how much he wanted to take hold of her and kiss her soft lips. If he could be with her than that would make him completely happy; perhaps, she could even stop his violent tendencies. But for now, he would have to live with the fantasies and pray that the last key in the game would turn up soon. He wanted to defeat the others and show them that he was above their capabilities, but he wanted even more to impress her and give her the confidence that she had chosen wisely with picking him as a love.
Ember slept in the rest of the afternoon and showed no signs of getting up soon; Cody's death arrived an hour after she had returned home. Her clothes were laid out for the heartbreaking event, but she was not at all sure if she wanted to go. Cody was her best friend and the boy that she loved completely; the only one who was there for her when her mother died. And now that he was gone, whom could she turn to?
Except to the hidden revolver in the hall closet.
Tabitha closed her eyes when Michael dropped her off at her house. Boy, am I lucky, she thought as he drove away, tearing up the road. Entering her house, she saw that her mother was home, an amused grin plastered on her face. "One of these days, Tabby, you will spend an entire day in high school. One day, you will surprise me."
Tabitha loved her easy-going mother. She was a wise, hard-working woman who understood her daughter better than she. However, her mother also understood that education was the key to success and therefore, proceeded to pull out the rest of her schoolbooks, along with a pen, pencil and paper. "And tonight you will finish the assigned homework and spend an entire day at school. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I love you, but I love my investment more. I want to see a gain in profit, young lady."
Raven thought about it and Kyle knew exactly what she was thinking. "You cannot go back, Raven. It's over. He is not coming back for you."
"Yeah," she agreed, "But it's nice to dream about it."
Kyle reached over and turned on the radio, listening gingerly to the lyrics before stating the obvious. "He'll be back. You and I both know that you can not keep him down for long."
Admatha watched as the small and petit, fourteen-year old girl ran down the street and into the bookstore, while a gang of muscular boys went chasing after her. "There she is. The last piece of the puzzle. The one with the blood of her ancestors on her hands." Pulling her white/blonde hair back, she grinned as the girl smartly hid in the restrooms and made her way towards the large window leading into a hidden back alleyway. Where it led was to salvation. And her gang of stupid boys would be lost from her view. Out of the shadows, Sano and Idbash emerged, standing and waiting for their orders; however, Admatha was too involved to notice, until Sano spoke, out of place. "We're here." Admatha slowly turned, affected by the lack of respect shown to her. Quickly she spoke to herself, though her mutterings could still be heard. "S'lanco. Ven'ulo simplur."
Jael smirked and remained behind Sano, who bowed his head and silently wished for his humiliation to end quickly, what Jael did not understand, Sano did and in the Elder Language, it was not pleasant to hear. Such an insult required viciousness and Admatha was not one to remain pleased for very long. "I'm sorry, Admatha; forgive my rudeness. I did not mean to interfere with your searching."
Admatha smiled and stared him in the eyes. "At least you know your place when it is called upon." She curled her lips into a mysterious smile, captivating her audience. Sano hardly moved, while Jael wondered how long it would be until the girl killed a family member. At least she had something to do when the candles were flickering. Now with Sano's unwanted help, she was here in a large, overly populated city watching a flea and tick infested girl run for her life.
Still underneath the earth, he waited so very impatiently. It was taking too long for the rites to be preformed and he had no intention of waiting any longer than he had to. Besides, he could easily make a deal with another great power and rise up, but the game had to be played a certain way, or else the others would think badly of him.