Your P.O.V
We sprint at full capacity towards the square in Shibuya, keeping pace effortlessly. Despite our searing joints, we continue to push forward. The adrenaline carries us as we fly. I look towards Guren and his face is laced with ferocity and determination. I can tell from the intoxicating glare in his eyes, that he so desperately wanted to fight alongside his comrades. For a commander, the call of imminent battle is an addictive taste. Like a hungry dog salivating before it feasts, Guren's expression contorts with desire. In this moment I made an existential vow. A vow of eternal devotion. A vow only a demon can make.
From this moment forward I will watch over and protect Guren with all the power in my being.
I promise to bring him the eternal happiness he deserves in this desecrated wasteland. No matter the outcome, he will prevail.
The square erupts into view as we pass the last few corporate buildings. We arrive just as the battle is about to commence. Our army, vampires and humans, looms intimidatingly over the battlefield. Our dense numbers and carnal atmosphere consume the square. The remaining members of the Imperial Demon Army stare us down with haughty smirks. Suddenly, they charge forward towards our primary lines of defense. Their speed and agility is inhumanly terrifying. It isn't difficult to acknowledge the reason behind their extensive capabilities. They have defeated their demons and become them themselves. I feel my stomach knot at the agonizing thought of each demon's unnecessary demise. Despite our immense numbers, the Imperial Demon army easily cuts down our forces at a frightening pace. But, there is an exquisite beauty among the madness. In each direction I face, I witness vampires and humans working alongside each other, protecting each other, for the same cause. I feel my chest warm at the sudden realization.
Guren grabs me by the sleeve and pulls me tightly towards his chest. He wraps his arms firmly around my waist and whispers into my ear. His words tickle as they dance across my skin. "Are you ready?" I nod as I curl deeper into his strong yet comforting embrace. The world around us erupts into a gentle luminescence and my clothes flutter to the ground beneath Guren. Where I was once nuzzled emerges an onyx blade, the katana of the Demon King. Guren plants his foot into the barren Earth and bursts forward, bounding into the heart of battle. In his peripheral he spots a vampire, a blade threatening to plunge into his chest. Guren sidesteps and pivots left, approaching the demon soldier from behind. Then, he kicks his heel into the soldier's calf, causing him to fall to his knees. He finishes the assault by slicing clean through the soldier's right wrist. Unfortunately, this does not kill the soldier and he scampers off into the distance. Guren reaches an apologetic and welcoming hand out to the vampire. He hesitates for a moment before latching on to Guren's grasp, propelling himself forward so that he can return to battle.
The battle continues with unfaltering intensity. Stifling blows are dealt to both sides, but only casualties befall our soldiers. Our crippling army is unable to slay a single of the opposition's force. Still, we continue to fight. The loud rasp of metal hitting metal echoes in my troubled ears. Shortly after, the carnage begins to slow. I cringe as I take in our surroundings. Shinoa grunts as she uses debris to prop up her wounded leg. The bright crimson of a clean cut glistens in the sun. Mika coughs furiously, to clear his lungs of the blood splattered on crushing impact. Mitsuba and Kimizuki have disappeared from the battlefield and my temples sweat profusely out of worry. All the while, Guren continues to attack with full force. I begin to feel his muscles weaken at their over exhaustion. He pants, pushing his body to its limit. My eyes water from the impending doom that hangs over our heads. At this rate, our forces will be decimated. I think desperately, combing my thoughts for a savior.
That's it.
There is only one way.
Only a demon can defeat a demon.
How could I have been so stupid?
I emerge from Guren's body and he snaps towards me out of irritation at my disobedience. The words I speak to him are utterly short. The urgency brims my chest, causing me to hyperventilate in horror. "Get the others to safety. I am going to find Yuu. Things are going to be alright." He reaches furiously for my wrist, fear radiates from his eyes. I can see the scene play out before my naïve mind. This has happened before. I promised him things would be alright and he almost lost me. I cannot blame him for his actions. I smile at him warmly and my eyes narrow in a fiery passion. My expression pleads for him to trust me and he hesitantly loosens his grip from my wrist. I sprint off into the distance, combing the square for Yuuichiro Hyakuya.
Yuu's P.O.V
My breath stutters with exhaustion, sweat drips from my aggravated temples. Despite my confident persona, my hand shakes lightly. Suddenly, (f/n) approaches me from the left. She waves her hands frantically, beckoning me to speak with her. She places her hand on my shoulder and stares deeply into my eyes with her crimson orbs. Her tenseness and seriousness radiates around us. "Are you ready to defeat your demon?" She questions and I freeze at her words. The shock consumes me and I am unable to move. "I need you to close your eyes and call for Asuramaru." She instructs and I finally manage to shake myself from my trance. I nod coherently and firmly shut my eyes. I feel my legs give out from underneath me and I collapse. The world erupts into darkness. When I wake again, Asuramaru faces me.
"You've finally come, Yuiichiro." He speaks lightly; little worry is evident in his stagnant voice. I grit my teeth knowing what must be done. It pains me no matter how much I try to shake the truth from my mind. It takes a demon to defeat a demon. I must save my friends. I must rebuild this crumbling world.
"I'm sorry Asuramaru, but this is something I must do to ensure the future of humanity." I speak confidently, but Asuramaru seems unaffected by my words. He just sighs amidst his chuckles. He looks to me and for the first time I see him smile. It isn't harsh or forced. The slight curl of his lips lifts my spirits and sets me at ease. His next words surprise me, leaving me flustered for breath.
"You know, Yashirohira and I used to be close friends. He would always speak highly of (f/n), bragging about her strong resolve and pure heart. He truly made her a formidable demon. She has taught you the truth about this senseless world. You are no longer oblivious, there is finally hope for your corrupt race. If he could see her now, he would be unbelievably proud. I, too, am proud of you Yuu. It's time for you to take back this world." Before I can react, Asuramaru has plunged his blade deep into his own chest. I run towards him and reach my arms out to catch the last flecks of dust as they disperse into the thin air. I fall to my knees in a heap and sob violently into my own hands. Though my heart is filled with sorrow, I do not weep out of regret. Asuramaru was never a possessive demon; he followed my uncouth antics until the end. I now understand what he wanted from this world and I am determined to achieve it. I stand with vigor and bring my hand to my chest in salute. Water clouds my passionate vision. I feel a strange energy rush through me and my fingertips tingle with power.
When I open my eyes again (f/n)'s face comes into focus. She extends a grateful hand and I pounce swiftly to my feet. Her glare is filled with deadly intent as she pierces my startled eyes. As she speaks, she latches her hand firmly around mine. "You take the 5 on the left, I'll take the 6 on the right." I nod and smile sadistically. Thank you Asuramaru. I won't let you down.
Guren's P.O.V
I watch from a distance as I drag the wounded from harms way. My eyes ignite with astonishment as Yuu transforms before me. He lets out an ear-piercing screech and a cloud of black dust explodes from his back. Two decrepit wings protrude from his frail frame and his eyes burn a startling ruby. But, my gaze is not set on him for long. Beside him, (f/n) erupts into a mirage of violent gold light. When she emerges an aura of black haze encompasses her being. From drinking human blood she has become a full demon, this feat evident in her baffling strength. Though this is the first I have seen her in her transformed state, I can already feel the immense nature of her form. Her eyes glow a brilliant gold and two horns extend from her temples. The armor that materializes around her is a sparkling onyx, her blade a congruent pair.
Within a matter of seconds, the two demons have vanished from their place. (f/n) appears directly in front of Seishiro and equips her sword in battle stance. Seishiro swings harshly towards her, but he isn't fast enough. She evades and flips through the air, landing behind him. He quickly turns and dodges the thrust of her sword. Their blades clash in a symphony of butchery, dancing back and forth. Finally, the fatal blow is dealt. (f/n) slides on her knees under Seishiro's blade, plants her foot and pivots. Her leg connects with his torso and he collides with the rubble. As he rises, blood pours from his ears and mouth. (f/n) thrusts her blade through his chest and he erupts into a cloud of dust. She moves on to her next target, another unsuspecting prey. I watch on in amazement as she effortlessly slaughters the next 3 soldiers. Her pace never falters. Despite the vicious nature of her actions, my heart bursts with admiration. The way she battles is undeniably elegant. I smile at the thought of her remarkable talent being in my possession. She is entirely mine.
Finally, Kureto steps forward to face her. His eyes burn with tempting revenge, still seething from his prior humiliation. He slices his sword through the air and a bolt of lighting charges towards (f/n). With the wave of her hand, the ground shakes beneath her and crumples to form a barrier. It absorbs the shock of the electricity and negates his attack. She leaps swiftly over the rock brigade and charges towards Kureto with bloodlust and predatory precision. He raises his sword to mount another attack, but she has already beaten him. She plants her palm into the dirt and the ground before her explodes. She flips forward and continues to run with brisk pace. She leaps from boulder to boulder as they fall from the air. Now, she has become a shadow, floating above Kureto as her muscular frame is pressed against the blinding sun. With one final slice she lands behind Kureto and his head tumbles to the ground. His dismembered body falls to its knees and dissipates before it reaches the ground. The final soldier races towards her with teary eyes for the death of his friend. His teeth pierce his lips in a menacing fashion. But, his rashness is his first mistake. His spear grazes (f/n)'s shoulder and she tirelessly sidesteps to the left. She cocks her knee and releases. The final soldier vehemently rolls across the stirred dirt. Yuu nonchalantly pushes his sword into the soldier's chest as he lands in front of him. A blood-curdling cry is all that bounds through the empty square. The last to remain; the General.
Yuu and (f/n) stand side by side as they face him. His expression remains confident despite the obvious trembling of his bottom lip. His eyes twitch with doubt. (f/n) shoots Yuu a smug grin and the two charge forward. Yuu intertwines his fingers and leans down, while (f/n) mounts and extends. She is flung high into the air, flying above the General in tremendous pursuit. With the General's attention directed to (f/n)'s acrobatic performance, Yuu rushes forward and slices the General's left calf. His knee plummets to the ground and he leans on his spear for support. He staggers as he stands and swings his sword above his head. The battlefield is now encased in flame. Yuu and (f/n) cross each other's paths on a diagonal and furiously slice in multiple directions. The match has quickly become a blur; a mirage of black and gold materializes. And, with one final slash, the two land beside each other. The infinite slices that cover the General's body spew with hot red liquid. His face washes white and he goes unconscious from the burning sensation of his own suffering. The wind slowly carries the remaining pieces of a broken brigade away in the wind. With the last gust of an unforgiving circle, the Hiiragis' reign has ended. The air feels lighter as it grazes my tense skin. An aroma of victory and triumph surrounds us.
I watch as (f/n) returns to her normal state and I sprint towards her. I leap and collide with her weakened body, rolling across the ground. When we have finally come to a halt, her eyes slowly flutter open. I tower over her, one hand on either side of her head. My knee parts her legs, unable to escape. Upon seeing my face, she smiles with rejoice and the air around us encases us in a warm brilliance. Time begins to slow as I study every detail of her irresistible face. I raise my hand and cup her cheek, slowly sinking into her embrace. Her beauty mesmerizes me and my eyes glaze over with lust. Her cheeks glow a brilliant pink and she remains flustered at my sudden seduction. Her heartbeat quickens as I press my body into hers. I feel her hips shift out of embarrassment beneath me. Her shy demeanor drives my senses crazy and I lose control of my urges. I bring my lips to hers and her soft skin rests against mine. I feel her gulp from the back of her throat and I snicker to myself. Despite her tremendous capabilities in battle, I am the only one who can turn her into such a docile creature. She reaches her hand upwards and begins to run her fingers through my hair. I lose control and aggressively press my lips into hers. She tenses at first, but slowly sinks into the feeling. Then, she grabs me by my waist and pushes her chest into mine. The intimate touch of her full breasts makes me shake with nervousness and pleasure. This is how we remain for what feels like an eternity. I cling desperately to the moment, begging it to never end. With the weight of war ripped from our backs, our nerves have lost their gall. I will remember this day for as long as I live. Today (f/n) and I were joined for eternity. Today was the beginning of the new world we would call home.