Chapter 6
Rage of the Ibilis
Helltanz's notes: Getting back to HP in a bit. To address the first two chapters will be rewritten I agree they need work and will be done eventually.
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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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Haran reclined on his high rise apartment couch, he'd given his alms to the poor for the week so his conscious was clear.
Wasn't like it was a big issue he had more money than he needed, his paycheck was a bit much, not that he would complain he did his job.
L, pest that he was, had theorized there was another Kira, which was a bother. On the matter of Light Yagami he had refused to carry a gun…
With this suspicion the denarian had gone back to using his typical method.
Naomi Misami was currently being detained.
The former
guild member looked up as the door opened, "I take it you lost your
minders then?" He commented rhetorically, "Oh and by the
way,"
The elder male swatted Light on the back of the head,
"What was
that for?" the High School senior demanded
Haran shook his
finger in a scolding manner. "That was for taunting L so
recklessly," He chastised the younger death note owner, "especially
hinting about the existence of the Shinigami, you do not give the
opposition clues."
The two death note owners set off, the door opened with a hiss, okay so it was behind a book shelf some times clichés were amusing. "Who are you?" Demanded the FBI agent angrily struggling against restraints,
"I think you already know the answer to that," Harry commented hands still inside the pockets of his Giorgio Armani suit. Overall for a normal human Naomi had done quite well considering she hadn't had a gun, and her mental state given her fiancée's recent demise.
Belial made no remark one way or the other, he had little interest in the day to day actions of the world. He was pseudo lethargic for a denarian at least in a sense Anduriel was a fool his plans would only reap short term victories, humanity was nothing if not resilient they would eventually recover.
"Or perhaps you do not, Ray Penber worked for a man named L, this person is a bother to us," The former fedayeen stated.
"You, you were the ones who killed him!" She shouted struggling.
Haran face
impassive jabbed his index finger into her solar plexus. "Be
quiet," She gasped as her breath left her. "You should think
before you speak we merely retaliated against an enemy, Naomi Misami
you will tell us what you know of L,"
"Go to hell," The
former FBI agent spat.
He smirked, "So be it, Lesson number in the mind begins now," The Denarian drawled amused.
The detainment room was rather simply no sense wasting any delicate machines by risking them shorting out by any magic, though generally Mind Magic didn't have this effect well a struggling wizard could accidentally have his magic spike under the pressure of an interrogation.
Of course such wasn't a major issue with the woman but it mattered little.
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Haran reached into his pocket withdrawing his phone, "What," He demanded into the mouthpiece.
The voice on the other end was harried to the point of near frenzy.
"Calm yourself," the denarian stated annoyed. "Now what is this nonsense about?"
The voice babbled about for a few more minutes.
The assassin reached inward as he put the phone away, he vanished reappearing near the docks, the exchange of fire meant little to the former assassin his fingers twitched with anticipation. Hell fire blazed through his veins mixing with adrenaline four knives flew from his fingers the silver laminate blades found their marks.
This whole affair was annoying to think the red court would dare to intrude upon the Jade Courts territory in their weakened state.
The thralls were however rather a bit of a problem if only by sheer numbers.
Most Denarians were brutes, the idea of all that power was simply to tempting in most cases not to use, causing them to for the most part abandon subtlety.
'A trait I am pleased you did not develop.' Belial commented as a thrall slipped in a pool of salt water and blood.
The denarian's low kick a split second earlier having completely shattered the abominations thigh bone. He had already used more than half his knives and he hadn't brought to many spare clips for his five seven, the caliber was efficient against vampires or anything else you could put a bullet in however starting now would mean he would be out of ammunition far too quickly, and additionally reloads were troublesome.
The crowd of
Red Court slaves parted, "Ah the denarian," Drawled a man in a
pin striped suit over one shoulder was a battle axe.
"Count
Hendric," Retorted the former fedayeen neutrally. "of the red
court."
The beast in human flesh leapt, which to the denarian was utterly foolish, he already of calculated several attack routes, attacking head on though it would be of benefit to the vampire's weapon was foolish, had he been a black court vampire Harry may have been slightly more concerned however with the leaving his stomach open it probably meant that it was a trap.
A coiled spring launched a knife from underneath his sleeve. The Denarian ducked the axe rolling to the side while striking out with a low kick sending a wave of flame across the deck.
The Red Court Vampire hissed avoiding the leaping tongues of flame, the green eyed warlock stood his gun would be useless in the current situation, a full Red Court Vampire of this level was capable of taking more than double the ammo he had with out specialized ammunition.
The Axe came around again, the warlock prepared to attack, only for the creature to howl in pain clutching its arm,
"Master if you are going to go out and fight the red court would you please take along appropriate support,"
Albert and Rei arrived causing the denarian to frown the idea of reinforcements wasn't nessesarily unwelcome however it also indicated something was wrong.
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Kira, Light Yagami, was annoyed L or Ryuzaki that bastard whatever his name was had called him an Immature Sore Looser that…
"Would you please stop that," Remarked the assassin glancing up from his plate of sashimi. "Your ranting is childish, for you to act such will only cause you to slip up and make a mistake." The older male scolded offering the plate to the former FBI agent she glared at him. "I will be sending L a message soon, calling his bluff I think I will also deal with his servant as a mocking of his ability. However I have no intention of taking out L for you… that's something you can do on your own it shouldn't be that hard for you to do, we'll also be getting you a job, joining the Kira investigation is stupid, and will only draw attention to you."
"What about her," Light jerked his head at Naomi.
The former
fedayeen smirked, "If she were to commit suicide as you proposed
then it would only arose L's suspicion further Rey Penber was
following you after all," He shook his head, "No I have a more
useful method,"
"I won't help you," She spat as Haran held
the plate of Sashimi out again,
He scoffed at her, "You have no choice in the matter, better for you just to cooperate and retain some amount of free will, besides the other alternative is for Light-kun here to enthrall you and well I doubt that would work out all that nicely…" The denarian trailed off nastily.
She shuddered,
"Besides we
all need a good laugh at this US outrage of the deaths they will do
nothing that they would tell L." He remarked, "This duel of wits
between you and him, prove you can win with out compromise."
"L
is as good as beaten," 'Kira' responded smugly.
The FBI agent glowered at them both, "You both deserve to rot in prison she hissed," She snarled.
"Are you going to eat on your own?" Haran commented ignoring her remark entirely.
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It was amusing the note of the next prisoner's suicide was signed Belial and basically, in the man's blood, summed up that he and the one they referred to as Kira knew he was bluffing and soon his assistant Watari would die as penance. Watching the morons scramble about had been rather amusing… though Watari did not seemed concerned about his impending death… which was reassuring, the man was prepared to die for his cause.
This caused L to basically, and correctly hypothesize that 'Belial' was an older Kira responsible for the suspicious aneurysms of several suspected human traffickers and corrupt police authorities.
A fact that was now being carried out again targeting corrupt officials in the government and police at least.
The former fedayeen reclined amused in his office chair enjoying feel of the polished wood in between his fingers. The former FBI agent was allowed to wander the office, he had taken precautions, not that she knew that, she assumed he was just being arrogant, not that he minded if she thought that, at least she was eating on her own now, feeding her was such an annoyance… and well he half expected if Light tried it well she would probably beat him.
Haran's expansion in the business world was to in part to ties with the Jade Court. The Jiang Shi had long used secret societies to control business and politics in the region of Asia.
It would, the business expansion, give Light a job true him joining the Kira investigation would allow them insight however L would likely be even more suspicious of Light Yagami if that happened.
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The emerald eyed warlock scowled as he tapped his watch, the loss of the artifact was not a particularly big deal, in fact it was probably their own fault for not moving to secure it in the first place, still it was no major set back.
Ah well let the wand wizards keep it without the other pieces it was useless anyway so it really did not matter.
Certainly it was not regrettable not with the main piece having already been acquired, a replacement for the missing piece could be acquired thus the plan to assassinate Nicodemus was still in play.
The sword of
the cross of course in all likelihood was as soon as the plan
finished, whether successful, resulting in Anduriel's host's
death, or a failure the sword would managed to end up back in the
hands of the knights, it mattered little Nicodemus would be weakened
even if he wasn't outright killed during the course of the plan and
that was what mattered"
Weakening Anduriel, Belial's grudge,
that had been something he had carried for years, the Seraphim
despised the other Fallen Angel, something he had carried for years.
The warlock sighed still it would complicate things there weren't many relics on the open market and the last thing he needed was to start an open war with the Venatori Umbrorum yet.
The wan wand issues were nearly a non issue it was more pressing to worry about the Venatori Umbrorum tying up his funds at inopportune moments.
However there were ways to distract them.
Still this Voldemort amongst the wand wizards, oh yes the warlock was quite aware of his birth name, however the fact was he had no interest in that life as a boy he had left that life behind since his training as a boy he had left that life behind. He had no intention of starting a new life in such a world.
The tell tale sign of portkeys drew the former fedayeen, as he expected the wand wizards had little intention of respecting his wishes.
"Master," inquired Albert, his eyes showing the tell tale signs of the hellfire which was beginning to pump through his veins.
The green
eyed denarian waved his hand in the wizards direction, "Go kill
them," He remarked dismissively, "redeem yourself."
There
was nothing to redeem of course but Asmodai and by proxy Albert were
nothing if not prideful. The wizards were for whatever inane reason
sure he would interfere with whatever goal they espoused, or that for
some reason he was going to take the other side.
Harry intended to simply continue on at least for now.
He whispered a command phrase in Aramaic, focusing power through the ancient language the wizard governments were no longer a problem, at least, no with the Merlin of the Senior Council dead by his own hand no less, the last major obstacle had been cleared.
The Black Circle member on the inside would complete the final portion of the plan.
Aether crackled and erupted in a blast sending shards of concrete hurtling into the massed group of masked Death Eaters with enough kinetic energy behind the projectiles to pierce Vehicle armor.
Albert grinned,
"Try to make sure to destroy the entire parking garage." He remarked before turning to leave.
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The flight to France was only due to Solomon's rather urgent request to meet up with him. The fact Suellyman had also called him worried him.
If the illuminati, and by proxy the fedayeen, joined a side then either the feud with the Templar would recede, not the first time such would happen, and the two factions might temporarily work together or the Knights would join the other side.
The fact Haran had been requested, he being one who had been exiled in all but name from the guild, to assassinate the Merlin of the White Council indicated it would not be the while council the Organization would side with in this conflict.
The leader of that body however had primarily been a defensive magic expert though he was their leader so the attack wasn't with out logic however it might have made more since to assassinate their Black Staff or perhaps Rashid, none the less hopefully it would allay further bloodshed at least until the Black Circle was ready.
Of course leaving Kira to deal with L was going to be annoying hopefully he could keep from blundering.
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Chapter conclusion
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Helltanz's notes: Better worse, how was it?
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