First off, I'd like to apologize to everyone for not updating this for so long. My life has been really chaotic, and I haven't had the time to write, and even if I did, only recently have I had any inspiration to write. I have also decided to change the direction of this story a little. I originally planned to have him fighting Vampires in Japan, but that's been done to death and I have come up with a story line that is a lot better, at least to me it is. Also, my free time is usually spent playing World of Warcraft, and if anyone who reads this plays, I'm on The Venture Co. server, Horde side as a Blood Elf Mage named Ruamah.

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Ranma dropped into a crouch as the light dimmed around him, dropping the sword in surprise, showing that he was now in a dark room that was filled with demons from the deepest pits of hell. He reached for his whip but found that it wasn't in the subspace pocket where he usually kept it. As he reached for his other weapons, he found that they too were missing.

"Ah crap," Ranma muttered as the demons charged at him, drool dripping from their mouths as they climbed over one another to try to get at him. Ranma ducked under the first few demons, dipping and weaving around them. His fists flew out, impacting with thunderous force sending the demons flying. While Ranma was vastly outnumbered, he was far more powerful than the demons. "Come and get some!"

Ranma fought for several minutes, killing demons right and left, but for every demon he killed, two more would take its place in a never ending flood of bodies. As he started to take hits and his blood began to flow, Ranma started looking around for anything that could help him. As he jumped into the air to get some space, a glint on the ground caught his eye. It was then that he realized that it was the sword that he had dropped earlier. When he landed, Ranma dashed across the room, killing demons as he went and slid to a stop next to the sword. When his hand grasped the sword's hilt, a surge of power rushed through him and his wounds healed, giving him a much needed charge.

"Let's try this again…" Ranma said softly as he held up the sword in a guard position. The demons charged at him, but a single swipe of his sword sliced the first few cleanly in half, and the two rows behind those demons were reduced to ashes as a line of magical energy erupted from the sword, as if a great power had been released inside it that was focused on the demons.

"Die!" a demon roared as he threw aside several smaller demons in order to get at Ranma, long blades springing from his forearms as he charged at the Lycan warrior. However, Ranma met his charge head on, slicing through his arm blades cleanly and severing the demon's head from his shoulders, then turning around to impale another demon through the chest as it tried to blindside him. As Ranma cut through the demons with ease, he noticed that as the numbers started to diminish, the demons he was fighting were getting progressively stronger. Finally, Ranma was alone with a single demon that was tall, muscular, and had massive horns curling back from his forehead. He wore a simple black loin cloth around his waist, and his legs had a reversed knee, giving him good mobility.

Ranma stared at his opponent, taking in every detail and trying to remember anything from his training that would help him win. The demon was classified as a First class demon, from the elemental plane of Fire. Its dark red skin gave it a menacing look, as did the black bone spines that protruded from its knuckles, elbows, shoulders, knees, and along its spine. It looked similar to a Balor, and had similar abilities though it's were less potent but still deadly, it being a lesser cousin to the feared Lords of the Demon Planes. Shivers ran down Ranma's spine as he felt the power rolling off the demon, it was nearly his equal in sheer power, but he was sure that the demon beat him in the strength department easily.

"Tell me, demon, do you have a name or shall I make one up for you?" Ranma asked as he used this opportunity to catch a quick breather.

The demon had been slowly advancing towards his opponent, but stopped at Ranma's question. "I have no name that you can pronounce, mortal, and though I do not see why it will matter, as you will be dead shortly, you may call me Xorn," the demon growled out, his voice like boulders falling in the distance, harsh and grating. Ranma nodded as he slowly circled around the demon, his defense never slipping for a second.

Ranma charged forward, a quick slice across the chest of his opponent scored, but the wound healed quickly. The two of them clashed again and again, Ranma's blade being blocked by Xorn's bone protrusions. Ranma grew more and more frustrated as he failed to do any lasting damage against this demon.

"Is this the best you can do, mortal?" Xorn mocked as he blew Ranma back with a wind spell. Ranma dung his blade into the ground to stop his backward momentum as the sides of the room fell away to reveal a sudden drop to a lava pit beneath them. Ranma looked down at the boiling lava and looked back at the smirking demon.

"Screw this," Ranma growled as he shifted to his hybrid form, the sword growing with him until it was nearly seven feet in length. Ranma pulled the sword out of the ground and charged at Xorn, who had lost most of his arrogance when Ranma shifted. This time, the wounds that Ranma made stayed unhealed. "Is this the best you can do, demon?" Ranma taunted as Xorn fell to his knees, Ranma's blade hovering in front of his neck.

As Ranma got ready to end the life of the demon in front of him, a golden shield sprung up around Xorn and he winked out of existence, and Ranma found himself suddenly in a pure white room that seemed to go on for eternity. Ranma shifted into a defensive stance as he got ready for anything that might try to surprise him.

"Be at peace, Ranma Saotome. Nothing will harm you here," a woman said with a musical voice. Ranma turned around slowly and found two women standing there, both of them human/cat hybrids. One was 8 feet tall with the features of a lioness and mail armor that covered the essential parts but left enough open that not much was left to the imagination. The other was only 7 feet tall with the features of a tawny housecat, and she wore a blue bikini with a see-thru blue wrap that left nothing to the imagination. Ranma blinked in surprise and developed a severe blush that was visible even through his thick fur. "Oh, how cute, he's blushing."

"Shut up Bastet, and get on with it," the lioness growled as she flicked her tail in annoyance.

"Oh pish posh, Sehkmet. You're no fun," Bastet said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Ranma stared in shock as he watched the two banter. "I'm sorry, but did you say Sekhmet? As in the Egyptian Goddess of Destruction?"

Sekhmet sighed as she turned her gaze to Ranma. "So I've destroyed a few civilizations, what of it?"

"I imagine that you are curious as to why we put you through that test and why you are here. There is no easy way to say this, so I will just tell you," Bastet said, trying to keep Sekhmet from losing her temper. When she saw that Ranma was paying attention she continued. "We have chosen you to save the world."


Ok, I know this is short, but I wanted to get something out, finally. I'll try to put out something every week, but life is hectic between college and work, so I may miss a week here and there.

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