Chapter 5
Rage of the Ibilis
Helltanz's notes: This is chapter five obviously, right anyway enjoy.
I do hope it lives up to expectations.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the serieses used in this work of Fanfiction.
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Chapter Begin
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Light was currently at an impasse, the idea of immortality, and the promise he could allow justice to reign over Japan, albeit it was less than he wanted, but the 'denarians' assistance seemed to be a good idea, after all if the power was real there was no way he could loose to some one like L.
"I don't like this," Ryuk muttered,
"No one asked you Shinigami," Spat the visual projection, of what 'Kira' assumed to be the Fallen Angel that was housed by Haran, as he had introduced himself as.
The black winged apple loving other world creature recoiled.
There was of course the down side he might have to work with less than savory elements something Light didn't exactly like the idea of.
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Harry flipped through another medical chart.
'Ghee' as the 'Schiff' had referred to her was recovering; albeit there was still no response as to his inquiries on to why their 'species' had the strange lack of tolerance for ultraviolet light.
The Schiff had currently withdrawn from the conflict seeking shelter under Solomon who was distributing the serum. The Red Shield in the meantime had withdrawn to their mobile headquarters, along with Saya and her compatriots.
Of course with the plan to recruit Light Yagami and in the process hand over Azazel's coin bringing him back into the field and of course the Jade Court commencing their offensive against the weakened Red Court in preparation for the inevitable total war against the White Council alongside the Black Circle, well things were going to be quite busy.
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Harry Dresden had not been having a good week, it had all started when the guy who killed the Merlin showed up and blasted him into a telephone pole, which had the result of bruising his ribs, and rupturing his spleen.
Actually his bad week was more of a bad month, ever since that Denarian had shown up the magical world was, well more appropriately the white council, was in disarray.
What was worse the Red Court had suddenly taken an abrupt drop in offensive activities in fact it looked like they were being attacked.
Add in that one of the Swords of the Cross had been stolen, of which Michael was sure was the same Denarian who had kidnapped his kids, and Harry was sure this was some nefarious plot, as cliché as that seemed, of course Bob had speculated a number of uses for the piece of the true cross, none of them sounded pleasant.
Add in the fact he had a white court vampire, albeit one he counted as his friend, in his office, of what sustained for an office for Chicago's only public wizard.
He was tempted to tell Thomas he shouldn't be here right now.
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Harry did many things, at the age of twenty nine, he had ran a multi national corporation which was currently operating with the illuminati to bring about a new world order, as cliché as that might sound.
The former member of the assassin's guild however did have one issue which very, very irritated him.
This irritant had harassed his former order for night thirteen hundred years, they were the Templar Knights.
The warlock really detested them.
Hence the mess current that was currently creating an even larger mess in the office building.
The Jade court vampires leapt talons extended, the poor templar grunts armed with fully automatic sub machine guns, which were illegal, still didn't stand much of a chance.
The far east court of vampires, more commonly referred to as Jiang Shi by the Chinese the country of where they were most well known, were quite agile at night, and fed directly on the life force of their victims, this caused their victims to become desiccate corpses death was considered a likelihood even if the Vampire did not completely drain the life force of the victim.
Harry himself considered guns the weapons of the young, the tools of people lacking the ability and resilience to use a blade in the modern age.
Albert, Asmodai's vessel, had fought in the revolutionary war or rather had been an unwilling participant in it at the beginning.
Guns were frail when exposed to magic, and Albert realized this, so he spent seventy years, after all Asomodai's master Belial was still indisposed at that time, studying firearms.
Admittedly this knowledge allowed them to amend this major flaw, and further confessing Harry did confirm his view was some what hypocritical seeing as the former fedayeen still continued to use firearms despite beings variably immortal.
Of course that was more because he chose to use every weapon at his disposal because to not do so would be foolish.
Another of the Templar was slain, his face slice in half.
Now was perhaps one of those times.
The assassin stepped through the torn apart office.
'I really do wonder what this is going to accomplish,' murmured Belial once more boosting his vessels already impressive perception and mental capabilities.
The two pistols were drawn, though admittedly the 'wild west' veteran Albert was much more capable of wielding weapons akimbo any Denarian presuming they were still sane and even then they usually could if they weren't.
"An Assassin, how cliché, how cute." Muttered the seemingly unflustered Templar Knight he dropped his tea cup, of which the denarian found very annoying that the man would sit and watch as him men were butchered.
The porcelain shattered against the linoleum tiles.
"Templar filth." Muttered Harry.
'Careful my hosts something is very strange with this event' The seraphim commented
Strange indeed as the cubicles and chairs rose into the air and rushed at the attackers.
'Yes strange.' The denarian scowled emptying the clips from his two pistols in rapid succession.
The Jade Court Vampires were quick to regenerate from the wounds caused from being slammed with office materials.
"Abominations," Muttered the Templar, before doubling over clutching his throat.
"How very foolish of you," Muttered Harry drawing a dagger and stabbing it through the man's throat.
"Heh, not
bad child."
Harry flew back at nearly a hundred miles an hour
and slammed into the wall,
The assassin stood up annoyed.
"Die," Hellfire surged through the office in a column shape.
'That is not a denarian nor is it a wizard, my host,' commented Belial. 'to your right,' the fallen added.
A metal chair slammed into his ribs at about that time, it didn't do anything but still it was very annoying to keep being repeatedly hit.
The Denarian deciding this had gone on quite long enough leapt forward and decapitated the Templar as the man drew a pistol.
Harry's head snapped back.
The flesh slowly returned to its normal color and the mushroomed bullet slid out of his forehead and fell to the ground.
The denarian shook his head.
A gas began to spread from a series of disks,
"Lets be going shall we," He remarked turning on his heel. Upon entering the stairs he snapped his fingers a flame slowly, just long enough to shut the door and start walking, fell to the ground and ignited the gas.
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'At least I didn't get a new scar,'
Belial chuckled sarcastically.
"Light, or do you prefer Kira?" The assassin inquired looking up from his newspaper, which had a picture of massively, burned out and collapsed office building. "And you seem nervous," he added.
"Some woman showed up," Kira commented with a glare,
"Not one of mine," He remarked as the cell phone came flying at his head, the assassin easily caught it, "Did you think to run her picture through the FBI database," He remarked snarkily. "seeing as L did bring them to snoop around Japan,"
Light Yagami scowled before moving over to the notebook computer.
"By the way she is rather cute," He, Harry, commented amused.
The teen frowned even more.
It took several minutes of searching, before Light found the woman he had encountered.
"Lets start you education," Harry remarked with a smirk leaning over Kira's shoulder and looking at the screen. "Seeing as this one isn't affiliated with L we should be able to avoid any attention from that bug."
Light wondered for a moment if this was such a good idea, but quickly figured that it couldn't be any worse than the death note, just another tool for creating his new ideal world of justice.
In her apartment Naomi Misami former fiancée of the now deceased Raye Penber sneezed.
"I take it were not going to kill her?" Light inquired,
"Of course not you wouldn't learn much from that," Harry remarked, "Any thug can kill, besides death is not always the most effective
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Dr. Kane was a stern man, both an accomplished surgeon, and a quite adept murderer if the situation required such cold blooded action, so he wasn't alien to blood, of course watching some one rip with their fingers which had turned into talons a bullet out of their stomach was still fairly disgusting.
The hollow point slug clinked as it was deposited on the tray besides the doctor's slab.
"You know," The Doctor stated in a frigid tone for it was the best he could do to keep his voice level, "You could have waited," He remarked reopening his tool drawer and returning the cold steel device to its place.
Ethan was useful his interests and abilities extended to illegal, and very strange, experiments some going so far as involving genetic cross breeding.
Hellfire flashed in the Denarian's eyes. "Do not think to lecture me," Hissed Belial annoyed a blade like bone protruding from his host's finger as Haran's abdomen healed over without so much as a scar.
"It was your fault," The former fedayeen stated, "That I was digging rifle rounds out of my chest, I would not be so quick to complain," The Warlock remarked the unholy flames destroyed the spilled blood.
Their double talk was another thing that was creepy.
The man was retained because his work in the end might probe useful unto finally exterminating the Templar; Haran would later find it amusing that both he and his hated enemy were in fact not only funding the same research project but would indeed attempt to insure that the eventual blunder which revealed the initial project was taken care of… permanently.
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Light Yagami could barely contain himself from openly declaring himself as Kira, upon his return Haran had taught him more than a few very useful tricks, albeit for some one who prided himself on logic 'kira' had been while skeptical of not one but two hidden magical societies, well more than that if you were to count the varying vampire courts and other individual factions, but rather quick to accept it as if shinigami and the death note were real perhaps it wasn't to far of a stretch to think magic might exist of course he postulated it was rather the ability to harness energy to which to use to manipulate the fabric of reality; of course the former member of the original assassin's guild had told him not to over think things so much.
Albeit they still hadn't dealt with the woman, but Haran had unveiled his own Death Note and promptly given Light several alibis, and labeled the later lazy at the same time.
L was currently no so sure that Light was Kira especially since the warlock was using magic to locate criminals and deal with them appropriately, Mind Magic looked to be a very interesting subject to learn as far as the teen was concerned.
Sochiro Yagami, Light's father and the head of the 'Kira investigation' was quite pleased that suspicions seemed to be wrong about his son.
Of course that blasted L was still proving stubborn, unwilling to give up his accusation, even though he assigned it such a low percentage, going so far as to bug Light's room, of course certain methods were being taken to prove he was not Kira, well to get them to think that with out making Light look odd by his parents of course Light disliked the extra studying but agreed allowing Haran to continue to handle the killing of criminals, moving on to corrupt cops and politicians.
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Chapter conclusion
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Helltanz's notes: No rewrites have currently been posted for this story however this is however I think better than the original version of the chapter, I do hope it lives up to expectations, feedback is welcome.
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