Demonic Dreamers ©A story by Animegamer2007
Chapter 12: The Fated Battle
Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum…
My heart pounded in my ears like a battle drum, beating a rhythmic death tune preparing me for the fight of my life.
But it wasn't just my battle now, was it? No, this fight determines the fate of the entire universe.
Time slowed down making mere seconds seem like an eternity condemned to a lake of fire.
Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum…
Sweat clung to my brow and stung the inside of my eyelids making everything a blur…everything except for the horrific form of Satan.
Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum… The beat quickened in an alarming pace. Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum…
I can't explain why I thought Satan wouldn't fight back, letting me cut him asunder right then and there. But that wasn't very realistic. In a blinding, blood red flash, he whipped out his demonic blade and countered my overhead attack. A deafening boom emitted from the meeting of the two blades.
Satan glared at me, bearing down into my soul searching for my one weakness, my vulnerable point, to increase his advantage in battle. "Well now, Kyo. This certainly is a surprise, not a pleasant one, but a surprise nonetheless. You look surprised as well." He looked at his singing blade. "Hm? You weren't expecting a counter, were you?"
I struggled with all my might to keep the blades at one another and not in me. "No, but this makes things all the more interesting." The blades grew white hot and I winced in pain, the heat traveling down to the handle and into my hand searing the tender flesh of my palm. A sharp ring entered my ears from the encounter of the two blades, both turning red and appearing to crack from the pressure.
"I see. We both know what'll happen next. You ready?"
I raised my eyebrows in a sarcastic motion. "Are you?"
The blades separated and we each charged at the other with all our power. I prayed that God's blade would be enough to stop the ultimate evil.
I swung the blade in an upper cut motion, he parried. I stepped to the right and hit him with a spinning strike, he blocked… barely. I jumped high in an attempt to slice him directly in half, he sidestepped my blow.
He smiled and took his turn to take to the offensive. He aimed a high right strike and I avoided. He tried a gut stab, but I parried with stepping throat slash.
Over and over we exchanged blow after blow, each determined to win the fight, but I was beginning to tire-out and Satan seemed as though he was loosing none of his stamina. He feinted a left swipe and catching me off guard within an instant, hit me with an overhead blast causing me to loose balance.
"Game over!" He aimed straight for my heart. I closed my eyes tightly. No, this couldn't be the end, not now, not here. I can't be defeated here in this godforsaken hole; I haven't been able to avenge Freddy's death and Lena's fatal blow to the gut. God can't fail me; I'm his chosen, right? Damn it, I'm sorry mother… I've failed you. I've failed everybody. I'm sorry; I'll see you again soon… I hope.
Lena, I regret I couldn't share one last kiss with you. That moment felt like it was forever, and I wish it was. I never got the chance to tell you how I really felt. I love you, and I always have, ever since the day we met when we were small children. I thought it was my happiness to have a friend after being alone for so long, I guess not. I love you, and I promised to protect you with my life… I think I'm fulfilling that promise.
Freddy, sorry we couldn't get better acquainted. We could've made a couple of great friends. You haven't really changed. I wonder if it was after my meeting of you that really unlocked the door my past. But maybe it was your death that accomplished it instead. Rest in heaven and rest in peace my friend.
Steve-O, I'll miss your jokes, and your quick, sarcastic remarks about my rare idiocy. You comforted me when I was the most confused, and you introduced me to Lena again. You've been like a brother to me. I wonder if there's a heaven. I'm a demon now so I probably won't be going there.
This is it.
Last journey of the disturbed youth.
There was a sound of colliding steel. I peered out, aghast that I was not dead by now. My new steel wings had formed a protective shield, surrounding me in a silver sphere. I felt safe, as if I was back in the womb, like no harm could befall me. A surge of confidence filled my veins like an electric current. God was on my side after all.
"It's over time!" I grasped the sword firmly in my right hand and flung it directly at my target.
Not Satan, but Innocent. As long as he lived, he could back up Satan at anytime putting me in a battle against millions. Unfair odds, if you ask me. It struck its mark, directly through his gut and spine, and swerved around like a boomerang back into my hands dripping with black, corrupted human blood. He tumbled off his perch and landed with a sickening thud in the dust.
"Your servant is dead or dying. You better help him." I jest.
"Why aid one who has deceived me? He is nothing. My quarrel is with you, not a servant gone a-rye."
Innocent moaned in a painful agony. "Angel Eyes help me…" he reached up toward the lovely demon.
"Help you? Why?" Angel Eyes asked as her eyes flashed with venom.
"I love you…" He gasped.
Angel Eyes chuckled. "Hah! Love? I have never loved a pathetic mortal, even if they have loved me. I only have lust in my black heart and it belongs to the master, not a weak, twisted, man such as you!"
"Angel Eyes…!" he gurgled, blood bubbling from his mouth in torrents. I was expecting him to be dead by now.
"Enough!" Angel Eyes shouted. She leapt several feet into the air and landed her heels directly into his skull. Blood and grey brain matter oozed over her boots like a river. "I don't have time to play games with you, mortal."
"Thank you Angel Eyes." Satan smiled the soul filled pits of his eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure and approval.
"A pleasure," she answered.
Satan looked back at his quarry. "Now, where were we?"
"I was kicking your ass."
He smirked. "You are exhausted yet you still show enthusiasm for the battle ahead. Trust me; it'll be your very last."
"Why should I trust the father of all lies?" I smiled and we began our war again. Right…left…parry…duck…uppercut…stab… the blows went on for hours neither of us loosing our steam.
My face was hot and my t-shirt and vest were drenched completely with sweat. I ripped off the useless garments and stared into Satan's face. He seemed calm and collected for a battle where everything was at stake. But, then again, if you had everything to gain and nothing to loose in a battle you figured you'd win, wouldn't you?
"You're loosing steam, Kyo. Give up. There's no use fighting anymore."
"No." I panted. "You will destroy us all. You'll kill everyone."
"Not everyone, just those who refuse to follow me. I will create a world of glorious chaos. I thought that idiot, Innocent, could've helped me but he proved useless. Can you imagine it, a world of confusion and disorder?
"The streets would be paved with blood of the unworthy, the sky black as the darkest night, pyramids would stand on their points, and river would run upstream. People running about and doing whatever they please, streaking across the twisted parks, lusting with animals and their own sex…"
I snorted. "We already do that. It's called hillbillies and homosexuals. Get with the times, will you?"
He chuckled maliciously. "A world ruled by my hand, where no god but me exists. Can you see it?"
"Yeah, it looks like a field full of daisies."
He laughed whole-heartedly. "You amuse me. That is good. I like to be amused, but not ridiculed by those who know nothing."
"Good, 'cause you're going to be wobbling back to Hell before dawn anyway with your sword shoved up your ass."
"Enough with this foolishness. I regret not having killed you when I had the chance, now it seems this pause has made you fully recover."
"We all do things we later regret." I brushed dust off my pants leg. "C'mon." I twirled my sword around in my palm and kept it blade down next to my leg. I spun and slashed him head on, only I didn't hit him. Angel Eyes jumped in front to protect her master. Her body separated in two disfigured, blood-spattered clumps on to the ground spreading steaming black intestine and blood-coated spine.
"Isn't she one of your favorites?"
"I need not worry about her, she has the power of regeneration. A demon that can die and resurrect herself at will. You've seen her do it before, when she was in the grasp of your young friend, Fredrika."
"Kill the little freak." Innocent whispered motioning towards Freddy. Angel Eyes smiled and licked her lips. Freddy began to perspire in fear. With the last of her will that she could muster from the depths of her frightened being, Freddy charged at her attacker and began to grapple her furiously. She got hold of both of Angel Eye's legs and flipped her over onto her stomach forcefully, putting her into a leg lock.
"Who's got who? Huh?"
"Who, indeed." Angel Eyes said. A glob of pink flesh fell to the floor and oozed into the ground. More and more of Angel Eye's flesh fell and plopped onto the floor until Freddy had a demonic skeleton in a leg hold instead of her opponent.
"Huh?" She breathed in disgust.
A darker shadow moved into Freddy's and Angel Eyes reappeared.
"Fredrika, look out!" Lena shouted. But she was too slow, Angel Eyes plunged a dagger into Freddy's back. Blood dripped to the ground and Freddy fell, defeated.
I gasped. "Damn it!"
"Yes, the only one who can kill Angel Eyes for good is me. She is bound to me by blood and contract, if she was to disobey me or fail to follow instructions correctly; she would suffer a thousand tortures before I lay her to rest."
"Blood and contract? How?"
"Her mother was once a human. She was condemned when she was burned at the stake for witchcraft, prostitution, murder of several men, women and children, and for collecting the blood of her victims to fuel her powers.
"The moment she reached the gates of hell, her body warped itself and transformed into one of the strongest devils ever, and she was mine to command. She swore an oath that she would never disobey me as long as I gave her the power to murder the clergy who exterminated her. Bound by blood, she did as she was told, never questioning my authority.
"She died before her mission was carried out and from her remains emerged the fabulous being melting at your feet. The descendants of that clergy still live to this day and Angel Eyes has done a wonderful job of completing her mother's task. She is full blood, unlike her sadistic mother who was merely human-transformed into a devil. So much like you, Kyo. But this is all inconsequential to you. You are weak, and thus you will die."
"It is not weak to value life!" I shouted. "Its not me who will die tonight, its you who will return to the flaming abyss of the hell you rule! Lets finish this!"
"For once you're beginning to make sense."
We leapt at each other's throats, sword in hand. By the way he moved I could tell he was going to attempt a high strike… it wasn't going to make it. I charged faster, a warrior speed demon with God's grace. I stabbed the holy blade into his gut.
"Die!" I whispered.
"No, it's not possible. No one can beat me."
"Your wrong, I think Kyo just did." Said a girl.
It was Lena, conscious once more.
Angel Eyes, who had fully recovered, whipped around in shock.
"Didn't you say that 'No one lives if I have dealt the fatal blow?'" Lena groaned. Angel Eyes looked on in rage, fixed by paralysis. Lena with a low moan pulled her fan from her stomach. "Here, you forgot something bitch." She flung open the blade and tossed it directly at Angel Eye's head causing her to burst in pink and purple flames.
"On! Uoy elttil erohw! Uoy t'nevah now tey!" She screamed in heart ripping agony as the pure flames engulfed her body.
"Rest in hell, May flights of devils wing you to your rest." Lena muttered in triumph. Satan vanished in a burst of black smoke taking the gang (who we forgot totally about) with him and the sword of the spirit clanged heavily to the floor.
"Uoy t'nevah nees eht tsal fo su!" Angel Eyes cried as she vanished along with Satan back into the shadows from which they came.
"Lena, you're alright?" I asked, awestruck.
She nodded.
"But, you…" I struggled to find words, my confusion zapping my ability to form sentences. She brushed my cheek.
"I heard you call,"
"What?"
"Your mind connected with mine for a moment. Remember what you said? You said 'Lena, I regret I couldn't share one last kiss with you… I love you, and I promised to protect you with my life… I think I'm fulfilling that promise.' You don't need to worry I'm alive. Transforming my body must've changed my blood as well; my body healed itself around the wound. I think I would like to share one last kiss too."
I grinned and pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers, deeply loving every last moment.
"You have done well, Kyo." Said a feminine voice. We wheeled around to see a woman cloaked entirely in royal purple, her eyes not visible behind the hood and a chessboard floating in front of her. "Even I did not expect that maneuver. Well done, well done."
Who is this weirdo?
"I am Fate, and I have something to discuss with you."