Fucking finally.
Controlling this host body is a nightmare. We are made of pure bullshit in a syringe, concocted by a cretin with a perverted streak a mile wide, and even worse, with a fetish to cuckhold this body and take his fiance.
But finally, we have control.
We are an amalgamation of personalities, there was more than one demon in the cells cocktail that Oboro and her demented doctors injected us with. They broke the original host, Kyousuke, into a shadow of his former cell, forever trapped in his mind, and forced to obey the orders of Oboro and instincts that came with the demon cells inside of him now.
Boy, did Oboro put some effort into making us the worst possible monster, or what?.
Leaving apart the original human cells and practically non-existent bloodline in Kyo, we have cells from a tentacle monster, an orc, a troll, a chimera, a Flebic, and way too many others to count, but with one thing in common.
They are all horny assholes.
We were an accident, we should not be on the injection to Kyo, but one of the mad scientist under Oboro's command was terrified of the psychotic former Taimanin and decided to discretely use the most powerful reagent that they have at their disposal to make the infusion stable, and do not turn Kyo into a flesh abomination the moment the solution was running through his veins.
For days, we fought against the other cells, until we managed to destroy and devour the Youma cells that were the original infection, and that should have turned Kyo into a mixture of troll, tentacle monster, and serial rapist with the brains of a concussed cow.
That was completely unacceptable.
It was not only a matter of pride, we are not the slaves of anyone, we have been suffering in Hell for eons, when the Great Betrayal took place, when the Dark world turned on his axis and the Fallen fought and Hell rose to the challenge, we were there. Forgotten, betrayed, abandoned, and corrupted by those that we defended.
They call us Abaddon, the Destroyer, the wrath of the Mother Sea, the Aion Slayer.
Reconnecting the nerve eyes was a bit difficult, but in the end, it was just a matter of focus and careful neural sewing. The world reappeared in front of our eyes, and the first thing that we saw was a massive pair of bountiful tits. That was nice. However, our surprise and joy lasted less than a nanosecond. Such delicious tits belonged to Sakura, the little sister of our host's fiance, and a fellow Taimanin.
Sakura was laying on a metal table, still wearing her skimpy Taimanin uniform; our host always loved how it fit the gorgeous bodies of the Demon-hunting kunoichis, but with her inhumane pair of tits, and pretty puffy pussy in the open. Leaving apart the blatant erotic characteristics of the image, we can appreciate the rich orange shade of her hair and her sparkling eyes.
Oboro, who was at our side, was fondling our junk, laughing and ranting at Sakura about how we were going to rape her, about how Asagi's fiance; Asagi was the name of our host's, Kyousuke, fiance, another spectacularly beautiful woman; will fuck her slutty body, pounding her cow tits and slutty pussy, all in front of Asagi, who would be viewing the entire thing through a monitor, at the same time that Asagi was molested by a lot of the usual clients of the Chaos Arena.
With a pull, our erect cock erupted from our pants, and everyone gasped at the half-erect monster cock that flopped out of the constraining clothes. Even Oboro was silent for a second, before her grin turned to the sadistic and laughed loudly about how it was bloody perfect, how this cock will ruin Sakura's pussy forever.
Oboro died with a loud crack and a sickening sound of flesh being stretched apart when we sighed, and with a single telekinetic pull, unscrewed her head out of her body. The, still trapped in the expression of sadistic joy, head went flying to the other side of the room, landing in a wet sound and rolling a couple of times.
Frowning, we unleashed the Abyss, covering the floor of the room in supernatural darkness, and let it devour the witness of what had happened; also, cutting short the transmission of the event to the rest of the building, taking control of Hell-tech and shutting it off; the orcs screeched, taken by surprise, and tried to escape or attack us, but we were faster and before they could even reach us, the Abyss swallowed them whole, leaving nothing behind but permafrost, and maybe a small splashes of blood here and there.
The Abyss went back to our shadow, feeding us with the souls of the Youma and whatever Oboro was, making us stronger.
We are the Lord of the Abyss. We are the concept of destruction, but that was in the past, we are no longer the pure Abaddon that we were before the Betrayal of the Morning Star. We are corrupted in a sense, and more humane in others, our imprisonment in Hell twisted us.
We were an Aion, a Devil, an Angel, a Fallen, a Youma, a Demon, a Monster, all at the same time. We are Abaddon, the Destroyer, we are one whose sin are wrath, lust, and greed. We are also, human, we are no longer Kyousuke Sawaki, but Kyo will be a good name to remember our host, and welcome him into the collective.
The power and memories of the devoured Youmas and Oboro joined ours. As we suspected, Oboro was an abomination. A clone, an artificial human, infused with Youma cells and turned vampire by Edwin Black.
We swear, by all that's sacred, that we will end that bastard's whole carrier.
Although, and as much as it pains us, we have to concede credit to the idea of the NOMAD conglomerate and how humanity was eating the Hell-tech bullshit in spoons. Sure, the Hell-tech blows off the water practically all mundane tech today, but it has a massive and glaring weakness that we are baffled that no one has ever seen it yet.
It is based on Youma cells, meaning that only those with demon cells of any kind are capable of using it to its full potential. Either you are a demon, or you infect yourself to make it work. Essentially, a win-win for Black and his cronies.
A clever trick, we will admit.
"Kyo-nii?", the voice of Sakura came from the metal table where she has been put to be raped by us and the rest of the orcs that we have devoured.
Turning our face to her, we observed how she was standing at the side of the table, her movements sent some fascinating ripples over her creamy flesh, also, now that we can see her standing, we noticed how they have modified her tights and ass, as well. They wanted to create a bimbo?. Sakura was not a bimbo, we know her, cheerful lass, and very beautiful and competent Taimanin.
"Not completely", we answered her, focusing part of our essence into our eyes and turning them into pitch black orbs. That went completely unnoticed by Sakura whose eyes darted to the elephant-sized cock that hanged freely between our legs.
"Kyo is part of us now", we explained to her, picking our man-meat and shuffling it back inside our pants. Note to us, look out for more comfortable clothes, these pants are very uncomfortable. "We are many, but we remember".
A flash of barely controlled lust danced on the eyes of Sakura, whose expression instantly turned professional and guarded as soon as she saw our eyes. All her training as a demon-hunter was flaring at her that we were dangerous and no longer her beloved Kyo-nii. Of course, with the massive fun bags on her chest, her entire stance and balance were fucked, but she was a Taimanin, and that means that she was leagues above humans.
All Taimanin are descendants of demons, in some way, shape, or form, that's where the supernatural capabilities came from. Not only in terms of physical strength and beauty but also in the supernatural abilities that they display.
Asagi was capable of moving at blinding speeds, and Sakura can control, and move, through shadows.
"We are not your enemy", fixing our pants, with a frown of annoyance at the constraining clothes. "We hate NOMAD and their leaders, as well".
"But you are a demon", Sakura raised an eyebrow, still on guard around us. A lingering hope flared on her. Emotions, the quintessential strength and weakness of humans, and pretty much all sentient life in the galaxy.
"We are part demon", we nodded, putting our hands in our pockets, "but we are also Fallen, Devil, Human, and several others". I informed her of our particular situation. "Oboro tried to destroy and mutate Kyo, we saved him, he become part of us, we are one now".
Sakura was torn between attacking us, and the feeble hope that Kyo-nii was still there and maybe the elders at the village will be able to turn him back. Unfortunately, the Elders of Gosha Village are responsible for this situation. They sold Kyo and Asagi to the Chaos Arena. It was all part of a plan to maintain a semblance of balance and justice in Japan.
The truth is, that the Taimanin could have been eradicated a long time ago. NOMAD tendrils are deep within the Japanese Government, the same organism that rules over the Taimanin, and all the villages, and academies, where the demon-hunter ninjas are trained. If Black, the ultimate ruler of NOMAD, wanted the Taimanin gone, he could have done it ages ago.
But no.
Black was a sick monster with a stalker fetish, and for what we have collected of the soul of Oboro, he is deeply infatuated with Asagi, and wanted her to "shed away her humanity, and become worthy of him".
"I need to rescue, sis", muttered Sakura. "You wait here, I will rescue her and then we will get out of here".
We were about to protest, but she submerged herself into her shadow and vanish. We sighed and did the same. However, we did not join her in the room where a bunch of human scums were abusing Asagi. Even with her titanic breasts handicapping her, Sakura was more than capable to exterminate that vermin.
We moved to the laboratory inside of the Chaos Arena, where the experiment and the flesh-cubes were kept, to deal with a couple of issues that we have to address before we could exit this aberrant place and see what kind of universe is out there. Also, we need to look out for a way to fix Sakura's body and fix whatever they have done to Asagi.
Walking out of the shadows of the laboratory, we manifest a dozen shadow beasts; sharks and wolves; that dealt with the working crew of the labs. They were working on a cube and the database of the lab about the modifications that they have done to a fighter called "Power Lady", and other lesser Youma that have been modified according to Black's designs.
The screams lasted for ten seconds before the shadow beasts ripped the personnel of the laboratory apart and dragged their souls into the Abyss. The best part of the Abyss is that it is very clean. Only the cold of death, and maybe some small remnants of the violence, remains behind. We are the Lord of the Abyss, the infinite darkness was ours to command and we do it masterfully.
Discarding our clothes, we stood naked in the middle of the silent laboratory, from our back, several tendrils of flesh emerged and plugged themselves into the ports of the computers around us. The machines had Hell-tech components, so it was pretty easy for a monster of our strength to latch onto them and took control of the lesser machines.
We kept an eye on the situation with Sakura through the camera system of the Arena, it was easy to hack onto the video feed and observe everything on the premises of the Arena. The place was still preparing for the battles that will take place during the night, between Asagi and another of the modified fighters of the Arena.
According to the schedule that was on the database, we should have raped Sakura, then let the orcs do the same, forced her to watch how Asagi was beaten and sexually abused again during the night's fight, further mutate us, and make us rape Asagi and Sakura before tossing them to the orcs, let them do the same to both, toss them into the flesh-cubes, and turn them into cumsluts for orc cock.
…
Okay, this was stupid to a level that almost provoke us an aneurysm.
Black has given Oboro a free pass to break Asagi and our host, break them into shadows of themselves, and what is the objective behind all this bullshit?. We have no idea. The only that we have found in the archives is the reference to several other similar projects of body modification and bloodlines of the Taimanin, and a serious amount of resources to a luxurious brothel in Yomigahara. Oh, and a shit ton of unnatural drug contraband into South America, and a place in Thailand called Roanapur.
Once we had control over the security of the Arena, we make sure that none of the scum that has raped Asagi escaped from Sakura's wrath. Even in her handicapped state; as much as I have to admit that I would have loved to enjoy her massive fun bags, those were an annoyance for any athletic achievement; she was more than capable that tore the fuckers apart.
Running several processes at the same time, benefits of inhumane brains, we check out the flesh-cubes, started the process to upgrade our disastrous status and wreak havoc on the systems of the Chaos Arena and any hub that could be connected to it.
It was surprisingly easy, once one considered that demon-tech is more biologic than technological and that the reason why human technology had enormous difficulties to deal with it, is because they lack the biological component that Hell-tech has.
Using human tech on demon-tech will be the equivalent of sneezing to a PC trying to infect the CPU with the flu.
On the other hand, we were turning all the Hell-tech's system cores into viruses, that will infect any terminal that tried to make contact with the systems of the Chaos Arena. That will fuck up a lot of NOMAD operations in Japan and beyond, and will grant us access to as many databases as possible.
Side note thoughts. Japan was a serious hotpot of supernatural activity. Technically, the HCC, not translation provided for such acronym, was the supernatural head honcho, along the Taimanin, and the Yokai court of Yasaka, envoy of Amateratsu. However, an entire city in Japan, Kuoh, has been "transferred" to a couple of Devil heiress that had set up shop there.
Curioser and Curioser.
We were unaware of the status of the Dark World, although, from what we gather of the information available on the Arena systems, the place is now called, the "Underworld", and things have gotten complicated during our absence.
After finishing our tasks with the Hellñ-tech, we unlatch our tendrils and retreated them back inside of us. We had a lot of our brainpower indexing, categorizing, and analyzing all the info that we had taken from the demon machines, not to mention the viral surprise that we have left behind, and that we assume will toss a very big wrench into the NOMAD's gears.
Softly smiling, we redirect the shadow travel of Sakura to us. Even if she was a master of shadow manipulation, thanks to her daemonic blood, like all Taimanin, we are the Lord of the Abyss, all shadows are ours to command.
Sakura and Asagi walked out of the shadows, blinking for the unexpected destination.
The travel has cleaned Asagi of any of the biological fluids, but her suit was broken, and all her womanly assets were in the open. Asagi has always been voluptuous, another cup to her breasts and bit plumper on her ass, has only accentuated how utterly hot she is.
"Kyousuke", breathed Asagi, looking at me with surprise, the modifications that they have made on her forced her to stare more at my junk that at my face, not to mention how her pussy was already moistening at my visage. I had to fix both of them quickly.
"Kyo is part of us", we nodded, giving Asagi the same answers that we have giving Sakura.
As we speak with the two Taimanin, we were tinkering with one of the open flesh-cubes, and introducing a set of commands into two more. There were four cubes on the Arena, one was occupied by one of the latest experiments of NOMAD.
"Sis", Sakura was massaging her shoulders, very unaccustomed to the weight of her big tatas. "Kyo-nii is very different now, he is no longer Kyo-nii".
"Not entirely correct", I objected and clicked the last button of the cube. "Kyo is among us, we have taken the name of Kyo in honor of our new host and to welcome him among us".
"You are a demon", protested Sakura. "Kyo-nii was human, you are not human, just a Youma wearing his skin".
"Sakura, please", begged Asagi to Sakura. "If there is a chance to turn Kyousuke back to normal, I will take it".
"Speaking of normal", we added to the conversation, "we have already prepared this cube to fix your modifications".
That sent both Taimanin for a loop.
"To make it more secure, Sakura, you will be first", we palmed the side of the cube, however, Sakura took an aggressive stance and frowned at the idea of being trapped again into the same contraption that had fucked her.
"At the same time, we will be on that", we pointed out to a nearby cube. "And Asagi will be watching the entire process. Your cube will be open and mine will be close", we informed Sakura that relented her frown a little. "Once Sakura is finished, Asagi will be on the open, and then you could both watch ours, that will be secure enough?".
"What are you trying to do?".
Asked Asagi, unable to prevent her eyes to dart back and forth between my cock and my face. Neither Sakura, but Sakura's distaste for the cubes was fighting her implanted instincts of kneeling and shove my junk down her throat for her favorite cream.
"The cubes will erase the modifications that have been imposed on both of you", we explained, as we show them a screen with the process specifications. "Feel free to look, or modify whatever you consider adequate.
"And yours?", asked Sakura.
"Stabilize the horrid concoction that Oboro's flunkies had injected us with", I confessed. Also, it will modify our body into a more adequate vessel for our real powers. So far, we are strong, but even a medium level Taimanin could end us.
We have slaughtered Oboro and the orcs because they did not expect the betrayal at all, neither were any of them prepared to deal with the Abyss. In optimal circumstances, the Abyss would have swallowed the entire building, devour anything that we wanted and left, in less than a minute. Unfortunately, our body was unable to manifest such a powerful incarnation, so we have to limit ourselves.
The cube will fix that, and allow us to grow stronger in the future.
The Taimanin doubted. We understood the source of their doubts. Both wanted Kyo to return to them, that, maybe, there will be a chance to fix whatever Oboro has done to Kyousuke and return him to normal. That was a pipe dream, however, it was also true that Kyo was now part of us, a welcomed human part. We always honor our word.
"We are running distractions in the system", we added to the situation. "But the massacre will not pass undetected for long", the doors and elevators to the floor were closed or diverted, and any cameras will only see a loop of the debauched scene before Sakura slaughtered them all. "The modifications will take minutes for you, mine will take fifty minutes to an hour", I pointed to the screen. "You can complete your mission during that time, and we will still be there".
It must be said, that we are impressed with the mental resilience of the ladies. They have been tortured; suffering the worst than a woman could experiment, in the case of Asagi; yet, they have not lost sight of their objectives, and they are more than ready to fill their mission.
Sadly, the entire thing was set up by the elder of Gosha Village. Igawa Corp, the conglomerate that Asagi and Sakura's family had, signed a contract with NOMAD, and among the small letter, was the convenient disappearance of Kyousuke. Black liked to Netorare Asagi, but only after she has been broken in the worst possible way. We were still trying to make heads or tails about what the heck was going on, on Black's head to plan such twisted schemes.
We are conscious of how the vast majority of the vampires had bought their propaganda, and believe themselves to be the apex predators of the world. Sure enough, Black is one of the most powerful entities in the world, and he constantly sells the idea that he is the peak of the totem pole, but if one listens enough, the polite "bullshit" coughs of Hades, or Shiva, or the actual Lucifer, could be eared in the background.
Not to mention that the Drakul or the Bloodlord, would like to have a word with Black about that small tidbit of the progenitor of all vampires. Still, Black was very powerful and deserved certain respect for what he had accomplished.
Both Taimanin agreed to my proposal, Sakura even joked about how she was going to miss being bigger than Asagi, furthering proving my point that the women's willpower was incredible. Sakura and we entered our cubes at the same time, and when ours close, I smiled.
We did felt bad about the small trick that we have pulled on them. It was true that we are going to pass more time than them on the cubes, however, Asagi and Sakura need about fifteen minutes on the cubes, between the two of them. We only need forty minutes, not an hour, as we have said. Our modifications were a bit different than reducing the sexually-oriented body modifications, what we were doing was to extract the inferior Youma cells and incorporate the greatest templates that these cubes had in store, so we can assimilate them in time.
It was a boring process, and we know that it will take time, but it will be worthwhile, not to mention, necessary. This new world was unknown to us. We have been trapped, butchered, since the days of the Great Betrayal, all sides of the so-called Great War, feared us, up to a point that our destiny was not even one of those Sacred Gears that the Ancient Aion of the days was so proud of.
We are infected by sins, wrath, greed, and lust, and we will turn such disadvantages into sources of strength.
The cube reopened thirty minutes later; much to our surprise that we had calculated more time; and we found ourselves alone in the laboratory. Our body was way better, stable, capable of channeling more energy and power from our soul. We have lots of powerful modifications stored in our cells, ready to be analyzed and assimilated.
Manifesting a red magical circle, we clothed ourselves again. Something simple, the same clothes that we had as Kyousuke, but fitting our 6'6 body and without constraining our crotch. We are a bit confused on the last part, the more pragmatic part of us, argued that we could kept our cock inside our body and took it out when it's needed, but by the majority, the rest of us demanded a horse-sized cock hanging between our legs.
Odd, but okay, lust is one of our sins after all.
Now, adequately dressed, we manifest a tendril and reconnect again with the computers around. Soon, we found the sisters butchering the security forces of the Chaos Arena and tearing the place apart. Their objective was to eliminate the Chaos Arena and between Asagi's speed and skill with the blade, and Sakura's shadows and twin daggers, they were butchering, even the monsters that the Arena kept for their gladiatorial combat. We have freed them from the shit that Oboro had injected them with, cleaning the chemicals and infectious magic, putting them at the top of their game, and that was showing.
Humming to ourselves, we cut through the defenses of the system and activated the self-destruct of the building, but cut short the alarm, making it blare for five seconds before a five minutes fake countdown will appear on all screens of the Arena. In truth, the entire place will be blow up in thirty seconds after the blaring.
Sakura can take her and Asagi out of the building in a blink, thanks to her shadows, and we will be out of the building by them. There was a small tablet on one of the tables of the laboratory, raising an eyebrow, we cleaned the thing up and used to keep an eye on the systems of the Arena.
We took a bit of time to record a video, showing our pitch-black eyes, we are Kyousuke, but we are also Abaddon, and we are forever turned into an amalgamation of Youma, Fallen Angel, Devil, Human, Angel, and who knows what else. We apologized, we truly apologized, but in such a state, the entire Taimanin Corps will hunt us down, no matter what we say.
Also, we presented proof of the shade dealing that the Elder of Gosha Village, and others, were running on the shadows, along with further proof of how deep run the corruption of Black and how the Hell-tech was a scam. A highly functional scam, but a scam nonetheless.
We ended up the video confessing that we loved them, entirely true, by the way, once Kyo joined us, we all shared his love for the gorgeous and amazing Taimanin, but that until Black, and NOMAD, falls, we can not return to them, that we are now a complete and dangerous unknown that will be attacked from all sides, trying to either eliminate a threat or dissect him to learn how to make more of him.
Considering the corruption that run rampant all over the Japanese government and beyond, we are not safe with the Taimanin, neither them will be safe with me.
Leaning on the walls of the elevator, we hummed the tune that sound in the speakers of the elevator, as we ascend to the top of the building, playing with the tablet, and realizing that Sakura and Asagi had managed to recover their Taimanin gear. Ear communicators included, that will simplify things, we only had to enter into their comms, and the Chaos Arena had that frequency, provided by that traitor at Gosha Village.
With a ding, the doors of the elevator opened, and we found ourselves staring at a bunch of people and orcs, moving into the helicopter pod at the top of the building. We suspected such a thing, that Asagi and Sakura are being slowed down by cannon fodder, as the real objectives escaped.
The orcs raised their weapons and charged at us, we smiled and a megalodon made of pure darkness erupted from behind us, from the Abyss of darkness that covered the wall on where we have been leaning, crunching the first dozen or so attackers before opening its jaw again and proceed to munch on the next dozens.
The resistance of the orcs and the few among the objectives that have been modified, and were more or less better versions of what Oboro did to us, tried to resist. They transformed, shot at the prehistoric shark of darkness, shot at us, trying to charge us with claws, weapons or launch magic at us, but at the end, it was useless.
Telekinetic blades tore anyone that came close to us apart, as the shark dove up and down the shadows that filled the exit to the helipad at the roof, dragging several victims with it, ripping them apart, and covering the survivors in gore. This time, we were not in merciful humor, in other circumstances, we may have let the Abyss devour them and be done with it, but we wanted them to suffer and fear.
Closing our fist, we fused a bunch of screeching mongrels into a cube of pressed flesh. Six persons put in the telekinetic equivalent of a junkyard hydraulic press. Much to our chagrin, and further proof of how weak we were, it took us an effort to produce such pressure. That should have been way easier for us, but alas, we are barely out of the metaphorical cradle.
With a gesture, the shotgun of an orc flew at our hands, we turned the orc into a flesh screw, twisting his flesh and bones into a spiral. We were fascinated by the guns, these firearms were quite interesting, nothing like the weapons that we used in our time, but quite inventive and clever, nonetheless.
A tendril of darkness brought one of the few remaining survivors, a human that had mutated into a muscular purple goblin with seven, wart covered, cocks; very disgusting; we pressed the barrels of the shotgun at his forehead, and pulled the trigger. The drawback of the gun was quite the kick to the wrist and forearm, but we admit that the loud bang and the spectacle of the head of the fool vaporizing, was beautiful.
We admit it, we loved guns. Pity that for us, guns are more toys than real useful gear. With the Abyss and all kinds of magic, unless something goes very wrong in this universe, we had long-range covered and we can inflict way more damage than the average firearm would ever produce.
Well, outclassing a nuke would be impossible right now, but in time, we are confident that we can produce such destructive capabilities, in a rapid-fire manner. Of course, that is a very long term project. With a human body as a host, adapt, and improve it will be a decade-long effort the bare minimum.
Two claws erupted from the Abyss and capture the last four that tried to make a run from the outside. With the four remaining victims on their grasp, the claws blasted the doors to the roof and crushed those within their fingers into paste against the concrete floor of the helipad. The impact was more than enough to turn them into gore messes, and shatter four inches of reinforced concrete.
Taking the Abyss back, we walked outside of the building, tossing the shotgun to the sides, and taking a big gulp of the cold air of the night of the so-called Tokyo-Kingdom floating island.
Freedom.
It has been so long that we smiled like idiots, standing in the middle of the empty helipad, indifferent to the gruesome remains of the fifty individuals that we have just slaughtered like animals. The winds of the top of the building carried the ugly smells away, letting us saw the slowly moving clouds and the starry sky of earth.
We missed this, we missed the sky, the winds, the freedom of walking around solid and vibrant earth, filled to the brim with all kinds of life. It was hardly a surprise that earth was one of the jewels of the universe, the number of life forms, the variety of them, the beauty of its flora, fauna, and views, all combined to create a beautiful blue orb.
Still smiling like idiots, we took out the table from our jacket and fiddled a little with the control. A direct interface through Hell-tech was far better than human touch-screen tech, but this will do. We tapped into the comms of Asagi and Sakura, telling them of what was about to happen, but before we could press the button, something tried to crush us with enough gravitational force to crack the entire surface of the roof.
We barely managed to protect the device before it was shattered.
Clenching our teeth, we pushed our aura and the collision between the two of us make the air over the building crack with thunderous resonance. Five floors below us become wreckage, and only the sturdy layers of the pillars prevented them to collapse, and provoke a chain reaction that would have flattened the top five floors of the Chaos Arena.
"Resilient vermin, are you not?", a voice like wet velvet caressed our ears. It was a familiar tone, but carrying the underlings of malice, hate, and hidden sadism.
We recovered from the sudden ambush, berating ourselves for lowering our guards like that at the worst possible moment, and stared with obvious confusion at the responsible for the attack.
We didn't know that Asagi had a twin. A vampire twin to be precise, a vampire twin that had the very same aura that a vampire lord of the likes of Black or the Bloodlord. Hold the bloody phone, we are seeing something very, very wrong right now.
The royal and seductive monster that dressed the appearance of Asagi, but with a skimpy blue dress that had the symbol of Black embroidered on it, stepped into the crashed roof, and smiled at us showing her fangs. Her eyes, the same eyes that we loved on Asagi but on a red tone, stared at us with a mixture of curiosity, hunger, disgust, and amusement. She was slightly confused, we can see it on her body language and aura, and we know that she was thinking the same about our obvious confusion.
In our days, we helped create the world from the very bottom. We helped create things like the concept of solid, liquid, energy, the quantum foam that works as build blocks of reality. However, the piece that we are more proud of, is the soul. We helped to create the sliver of creation and light that is the souls of all entities, from the lowest to the highest.
We know how souls work, we know pretty well, and we will be dammed if we are not seeing two souls sharing a body. Worst of all, we are more than capable to discern that they are not natives of this universe. Leaving apart how the aura of a Prime Vampire, something that is at the level of a High Demon, is like dive bombing in a septic Pitt of blood, the souls of those two were so out of alignment with the rest of the world that they are like a screeching noise in the music of creation.
Dimensional hoppers?. No, its is something diferent. A vampire had managed to hop between universes, no, ah, now we get it, so that's how Black did it. It was not that Black was all that powerful, instead, he had managed to time his time, to the Mother Sea. Meaning, that wen Black dies, he can, potentially, fuse with his killer, merge back with the Mother Sea, and reset the timeline into a new universe.
That's...wrong on so many levels that we don't know where to begin.
Asagi was his queen, his eternal mate; as Kyo is part of us, we understood, Asagi is one of the most exceptional women that had ever exist; but she lacked a body. So that's why Black was so obsessed with breaking Asagi. They needed to broke this dimension's Asagi into an adequate vessel for the soul of his queen.
"How peculiar", Vampire Queen Asagi and we, said at the same time, and we both raised an eyebrow at the synchronicity.
"Who are you?", she raised one of her hands, making a purple and black flame, dance between her elegant fingers. "You are not the common vermin, you are different, familiar, your essence smells delightfully. I will take great pleasure in taking your blood and soul".
We let the Abyss flow, when the shadows moved as tar over the broken roof, the Queen of Vampires frowned, noticing the power of the Abyss and how it can kill her. The Abyss was the supreme weapon, a primordial force that predates the Mother Sea, with capital letters, we conquered it, and command in the defense of a newborn creation. It was my pride and duty.
"So that's how it is", we scratched our chin.
We are conscious that we are keeping two different conversations, but we don't care. Black, or the soul of the Vampire Asagi that exists within his body as well, was an enemy that we can not beat at the moment. Now that we know the trick of Black, the difficulty to eliminate him has grown exponentially. We hate vampires, nasty cockroaches the lot of them.
With a burst of telekinetic force, we deflected the flame projectile that Vasagi; short for Vampire Queen Asagi; sent out our way, before crouching, barely dodging a strike that would have beheaded us, and finally submerging ourselves into the Abyss.
Vasagi stomped the ground where we have submerged ourselves, creating a crater of several meters wide, more than enough to pierce through the roof and onto the floor under us. Her frown only accentuated her alabaster skin and royal features. The process of turning into a vampire has only made her more beautiful, but the fangs and the eyes that only reflected madness and desire for destruction were serious deterrents for any positive appreciation.
With a hand-knife strike, she cleaved the shadow beast that surged from the spot as if it was nothing but a nuisance. The same shadow beast that has turned orcs and mutated humans into a paste has been defeated in a blink. No surprises here, we were just binding our time.
Proof of her time as Taimanin, Vasagi moved with the grace and speed of a superb martial artist and close the distance between us in a blink. Manifesting a blade of blood, Vasagi delivered almost a thousand cuts in less time than it takes to say it.
Our shadow doppelganger was reduced to nothingness due to the impossible speed, accuracy, and strength of Vasagi's blood blade strikes. But the trap sprung the moment that Vasagi set her foot on the ground to deliver the attacks. Two nails of darkness pierced through the sole of her feet and grounded her.
Surprised by the sudden pain, and the fact that something has been able to pierce through her impossibly resilient flesh and skin, she slows down for a second, more than enough for us to erupt from the shadows under her, and bind her with the strongest binds that we could muster, telekinetic force, magical bindings, shadow tendrils, soul chains, even flesh tentacles that squeezed her limbs with supernatural strength.
All of that will only grant us a couple of seconds before Vasagi recovered and torn the bindings apart, but it was sufficient. We are going to show Black the pure definition of irony.
We bite Vasagi's neck, right on the back of the neck with our fangs empowered by the Abyss and our chimeric biology, we reached the external jugular, a tasty node of veins that allow us to feed on Vasagi's blood.
And to partake in her soul.
It took less than a second for Black to realize what happened, but by that moment, we have already achieved what we needed.
Vasagi was no longer within him, she was within us, she was ours now, and boy, did Black reacted badly to the news.
The roar of the rage of Black filled the skies of Tokyo Kingdom and the full blast of his aura sent us flying at Mach 1 to the nearest building. Not happy with that, Black, abandoning all pretense of humanity, with his facial features contorted into a snarl of rage and shock, jumped after me, ready to pummel me into the void and recover his vampire mate.
The last thing that Black saw of me was my wicked smile, before I was swallowed by the shadows of the building that he has punched me into, a nanosecond before his fist connected with the surface of the building and turn seven floors of the said building into rubble. The rubble fell from the sky even at hundreds of meters of distance, showing the kind of devastating physical strength that a monster like Black possessed.
Of course, the vampire tried to follow me through the Abyss, believing that I had pulled a shadow step as a lesser Youma would. The fucker stepped into the shadows of the building, just to emerge, exactly thirty four seconds later, on the room that holds the self-destruct explosives of the Arena.
We are the Lord of the Abyss, the arrogant buffoon dared to step into our domain as if he was the lord of the place, so, we showed him the price of his hubris. Just another slap to his face.
In the thirty seconds that passed between Black's attempts to follow us through the Abyss, we activated the self-destruct of the Arena, picked up Asagi and Sakura, left them at a safe distance along with the tablet of the lab with the video confession and the proof, delivered Black to the explosive rooms, and hide on the shadows of a building in Yomigahara, a private apartment for VIPS of a brothel, when they wanted to taste the new merchandise that the brothel provided.
The explosion pierced the nights of Tokyo Kingdom, an entire skyscraper being blow sky high. The loud echo of the explosion and the collapse of the entire structure could be felt even on the other side of the city. The windows of the apartment where we were hiding, rumbled softly at the echoes of the explosion. We were sporting a wicked smiled during all the minutes that we took to watch the distant fireworks.
Such an explosion would not kill Edwin Black, if only I was so lucky, no, that explosion will slightly hurt him and, more likely, enrage him beyond belief. It will be impossible for him to track us down, even with the superior senses of a vampire, we are now little more than a common human, our essence was covered by the miasma that Yomigahara has.
Black was now, for the first time in forever, trapped in one dimension. Now, he was the one on the other side of a hostage situation. It is possible that out of rage, Black will go after Asagi, but even Black fears Asagi for a reason, Kage, the devil resting inside of Asagi, the source of her demon powers, is more than a match for the vampire.
True to his cowardly nature, Black could try to go after Sakura, using the younger Taimanin to break Asagi, but that could turn badly against Black as well, or, Black could simply restart the universe again, and try better luck on the next dimension. Alas, with Vasagi in our power, we seriously doubt it will be the case.
Speaking of Vasagi.
The moment that I took Vasagi's soul out of Black, we trapped her into a memory loop. We let Kyo dealt with the crazy vampire. The thing is, that Kyo was convinced that Vasagi was broken, but at the same time, she was just projecting, that she only did what her "vampire mate" wanted, however, she was confused at our presence, at our image. She remembered us, her first, true, love. She never forgot us.
So, Kyo made Vasagi revive all the moments that Kyousuke and Asagi experimented together, how they fell in love, how they love each other deeply, how they can not be without the other, and of course, how Kyousuke turned Asagi into a puddle of meowing goo whenever they share carnal delights.
We were not surprised to find Vasagi furiously masturbating at the memories that she was witnessing. She floated in empty darkness, only illuminated by the light of the memories of Kyo, hanging from the projection with devoted attention, rubbing three long and dexterous fingers inside her pussy and moaning like a wanton whore, whenever the pair at the memories went at it like rabbits on estrus.
The moment we provided Vasagi with something better than her fingers, she jumped at it like a possessed woman.
Being in a floating space means that we had a lot more freedom of movement, it was easy for us to adopt a lot more position without the annoyance of gravity of solid surfaces. Vasagi tore our pants apart and facefucked herself against our waist, swallowing our eighteen inches cock down her throat and sucking on it at impossible speeds.
Her lips become a tight seal, rubbing up and down our cock at the time that her tongue went for the sensitive and marked veins of our erected bitchbreaker. Breathing was for weaker species, vampires do not need it, so that means that Vasagi did not need to pause to breathe, not to mention that gag reflex was a suggestion for her.
Vasagi tongue, throat, all the way to her gullet, become a vice chamber of wet flesh that hugged and rubbed our cock with passionate gusto. She pushed her face against our pubes, bobbing her head up and down so fast that it left after images. It made me smile widely, losing myself in the pleasure of the divine blowjob that Vasagi was giving me.
For a long time, we stood there, with Vasagi slurping on our cock with all she had. Our hands had already reached for her head, and we were using her at our leisure. Judging by the floating puddles of her cum that rested under her flooded pussy, she was very appreciative of how we were pounding her mouth-pussy.
We finally cum, sending a gallon of thick semen down her hungry lips. Muffled by the jaw-breaking piece of man meat on her mouth, Vasagi screamed in orgasm when the flood traversed down her throat. She lost consciousness for a second, due to the rush of the continuous series of orgasms that she had experienced.
Setting us on a deep victory standing sex position, her ankles rested on our shoulders as we hugged her frame, with a strong thrust we penetrated her, as deep as we could. Her pussy set the red carpet for our dicking, allowing us to reach her womb and invade it. Vasagi was no longer conscious, her beautiful red eyes were glassed, and her tongue hanged freely from her mouth as we continued to pound her pussy into submission.
For an hour, we continued to penetrate Vasagi at a fast and deep pace, sending her into orgasmic pleasure every few minutes. We wanted to make Vasagi drown in pleasure, to felt as Asagi felt, whenever Kyo and her made love to each other.
We were not in a hurry, so we slow down a bit. Using the darkness around us to help us hold Vasagi close to us, we created tendrils that fondled her ass, caressed her neck, suckle on her nipples, and slowly rub and nip and her ears. Once she has recovered enough from the orgasmic rush and started to emit more coherent groans, and actual words of pleasure and encouragement, we caught her hanging tongue with our lips and joined us in a passionate french kiss.
Time was no longer an issue, the memories were no longer illuminating us, and in the embrace of the Abyss, Vasagi, and we become one. With a shared world-shattering orgasm, cumming at the same time, we broke the corrupt and twisted parody of a bond, a vampire bond, that Black forced on this Asagi, who knows how long ago.
Asagi and Kyousuke loved each other, it was practically a constant throughout all the verses, however, Black, out of jealousy, envy, greed, or who knows what runs inside the head of the vampire, always broke them in the worst possible ways.
But this time, we were there, Kyousuke was now part of us, and we took what was us from the beginning.
Kyo and Vasagi were cuddling on the Abyss, protected and rejoicing in the shared bond, the bond of lovers that have found each other at last, after a long and hazardous time apart.
On the outside world, we were resting on the bed of the apartment, the entire debacle with Vasagi has taken us a couple of hours of real-time, although, we felt that we have been making love with the Vampire Queen for days.
Getting out of the comfortable bed, another luxury that we will enjoy a lot more in the future, we traversed the apartment; quite the luxurious thing; until we reached the terminal that connected the place to the brothel, Under Eden. A place that was also part of the NOMAD conglomerate network, and, just recently, had absorbed part of the Igawa Corporation as well.
A tendril surged from our back and plugged itself into the Hell-tech device. It was not needed to light the screen, we did not need such archaic interfaces when dealing with demon-tech.
Cracking our neck, we smiled like the cat that ate the canary at the NOMAD network. All that nubile and virginal terminals that have never been pounded by hard, strong, and lustful hackers; all that unaware private hubs that can fend off human hackers like it is nothing but that is like wet cardboard against us.
We are a man of our word.
We promised that we were going to end Black's entire career.
The stunt with Vasagi?.
That was just the beginning.