A/N: Mmmm. Well, I gotta give it to myself, I finally did something else. Other than Chasing After the Forgotten, but that story just...kinda kicked me down for now. I've run dry on ideas for that story, but the song "The Red Death" by Thrice,from their CD "Illusion of Safety"brought NEW inspiration upon me, and now, I have this.
In no way, size, shape, or form do I own Tekken, Namco, Thrice, "The Red Death", or any other copyrighted thing in this FanFiction.
"What do you think caused it this time, captain?" A young, unshaven soldier addressed, his booted foot balanced atop a mangled pine.
"Big foot." The man scoffed, turning away from his questioner. On his collected shell, he wore the face of a seasoned man, innocent to nothing. Inside his stomach was reveling in the fear of his worst nightmare. The return of the Devil.
"Tell the men to lock the city walls."
Entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
weld the bolts and close the iron gate.
Drink deeply the illusion of your safety,
my how wishful thoughts inebriate,
The shanty apartment door was screeching its resentment. Rust spiraling to the blood tainted burlap carpet.
"If it'll be the last thing I do…" The voice was smooth, soft, hushed. Raven hair was about his shoulders, brown eyes lowered to the pressure treated table.
"I will ignore…." His toned forearm twitched a pulsation in the veins. His other hand snapped to attention, seizing the deviant limb. "…you."
'You think so?'
"I do."Impeccable teeth bit down hard on the scarred tissue of his lower lip.
'You know what you did. Don't ignore those eruptions of hate, boy. I know your guilty taste for destruction.'
"Shut up." His head flew back, and the meager living arrangement shuddered. Red was filling his view, no, not again…not…the world turned blurry, and he felt his last stronghold, his last bleeding hope to regaining his life, massacred by the Damned.
Masquerade and revel in your opulence.
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
a dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe.
Remember me?
"JIN KAZAMA! YOU HEATHEN SON OF A BITCH!" A rippling arm whistled through the thin fabric of oxygen at the boy he never acknowledged.
The fist was engulfed by the gloved palm. "I am not your son, Mishima."
A smirk tugged at the corner of the man's mouth, "You surpassed my expectations, Devil." Energy of a purple hue whipped the skin of its captor, and the fist was released.
"Why are you so goddamn blind? You always thought this soul was incapable of swaying, but were you wrong." The claws of steel destroyed the pathetic bonds of flesh from bone. Silver eyes matched the lunar glow from the window, and the very last willpower of the man know as Kazuya Mishima was erased, taken, and replaced with the void of death.
You look so surprised to see me here,
with hells black wings did I over perch these walls,
for stony limits cannot hold me out,
and now you all
Die.
I actually had this idea while back, but I suddenly got in the mood to finally write it. This song just outlines my image of Devil Jin, if you agree/disagree, feel free to let me know! Constructive criticismis appreciated.
