Emergence of the Demon

Being called human wasn't really something that would anger Yoru, but somehow anything and everything that came out of this mans speech seemed vile and foul. Its like the sound of his voice carried a stench worse than decaying corpses. Though at this point his nose couldn't have smelled the scent of someone who rolled in garlic. The idea struck Yoru as almost funny when he realized just how helpless his situation seemed to be. Here he is stuck in a weak human body with dull senses with no way to use his regular magic and he is trapped in a cell that is surrounded by hundreds of bloodthirst vampires that have kept him alive only long enough to figure out if he truly is the one that had killed the others.

All of these thoughts ran through Yoru's head but none of them showed on his stone face. He just stared blankly back into the dull grey eyes of the pompus man. The man had his light blond hair slicked striat back and wore a Euorpean style armor that lightly protected his chest but did not however look as if they would hinder his moventnts if it came down to a battle. Though he guessed that as a vampire he didnt' need that much protection from wounds other than his head and heart.

The man takes Yoru's silence as fear and turns swiftly on his heels and walks toward the door. As he reaches the overhanging arch of the exit he stops for a moment before turnning round on his heels yet again to glance back at Yoru.*

"Boy, What is your Name?"

*Yoru remains silent. A guard gives a warning glare at him gripping onto his claymore to show that Yoru better answer. With a sigh He gives in*

"Yoru. I am a Mage from Fairy Tail"

*he does not falter in his speech but it didn't have the same robust strength that it would have had with his vampire vocal chords. It sounded more meek yet still somehow dangerous. The pompus blond man didn't seem to catch the danger in it and fortook it only as weakness and with a half smile he throws his cloak over his back and walks out*
"Kill him then"

*Soon as the last bit of his claok was beyond the door it slammed shut and two of the guards opened the iron bars to enter in brandishing claymores. The Claymores seem to be the signature weapon here and all have an engraving of a black lotus on the guard. The first man is tall and slender with golden brown hair that can almost be mistook for blond. The second is another man who is slim but not quite as tall with medium black hair that lay flat on his head and has bags under his eyes. Both look to be about in their late teens. The tall one holds his blade out to the side and with a slash that was only seen as a blur aimes for Yoru's neck to cleave his head from his shoulders.

The strike lands with a clang and the Tall Brown haired man seems very surprized that Yoru's neck isn't bleeding. His eyes widen as he see's why. Water that had been in the room had accumulated and hardened into a small rod of water that formed itself just between Yoru's neck and the strike taking the blow. In His right hand Yoru formed a second one and using his magic to increase the speed of hte attack thrust it through the Tall man's chest impaling his heart with a water spike*

"Seems water magic is very similar to my blood magic. Hardening and condensing liquid blood is the very basic form of my magic. Manipulating this water is not all that difficult" *yoru says as he pulls them together again and holds two stakes in his hands and the dark haired vampire looks on indiffrently as his comrade falls to the ground. However even though he is indifferent to his death he does retain a bit of caution and find a bit of newfound respect for Yoru.*

"Not a bad move. Guess you really are a mage aren't you?"

*As the vampire speaks he is slowly circling Yoru trying to force him into a corner. Yoru does not move but just turns slightly to make sure that he is facing the man. There is the slightest of twitches in the dark haired man's eyes as he lunges forward at Yoru who taps the two stakes together causging a torrent of water to hit the man full on in the chest sending him up against the wall. In the same movement Yoru grabs onto the dead vampires calymore and thrusts it into the chest of the vampire that is pinned against the wall by the waters force. The sword peirces his flesh and he lets out a vampire shriek that rings Yoru's ears painfully almost making him let go of the sword. But he keeps his grip. He keeps his grip till he feels the vampire's body go limp with death.

Taking a step back he looks down at his handywork. For the first time in a long while he is out of breath and gasping for air. He hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath when he was gripping the sword. Looking down he admires the silver blade and takes note of its eloquent blade edge and sharpness.
He needs a weapon and this one was as good as any. He takes the leather strap from the body of one of the dead vampires and sheathes the sword before making his way out of the room and down a leaky dark hallway*

*The darkness seems to be very thick and he can hardly see anything in front of him. His hearing seems to be decent enough but his smell and other ways of experiencing his surrounds seem to have been all but striped away from him. He wanders down the hall for what seems like hours. He makes turns around corners and splits in the way. He now has no idea how to even get back to where he first started from. Starting to feel sick from all the running on the human legs he finnaly reaches a hallway that has a bright light at the end of it. Feeling that fighting in the open light is better than waiting for a vampire to kill him in the dark without even knowing they approached was a better plan. He sprints hard for the last bit and dashes through the opening and his eyes are hit painfully by the bright light.

Inside is a throne room that seems to be based off the same arcitcture of the old city. The memories of Alexander and Victoria add to the watering of his eyes and feel like an icy pit in his chest. He keeps his composure as another emotion starts to swell up within him. Siting in the throne right there was Alexanders old Right hand man. He never saw him much but knew that he was a greedy slimy little something even before he betrayed him. He alwyas used to watch Victoria with eyes that would make him furious. And now he sits before him all dressed up and looking like he owned the world.*

"Yoru. How are you this evening? Care for some blood? Well in that condition I would guess not."
*Takes note of his current disposition*
"Though I am amazed and intruiged as to how you got to such a form. Though I already have a good idea. You are a half vampire are you not? I always had a suspicous notion for you, however i couldn't ever seem to place my finger on it. Though now it all makes sense. I don't know exactly how you got the type of power you used on my earlier officers but I am assuming that this is a backlash from such a technique. An interesting price to pay. I am half way inclined to chain you up and cut off your limbs to test and see how long it takes for you to get to normal. Though such a punishment would be far to light for you"
*he grins devilishly and it gives Yoru chills down his spine so badly he feels his muscles ripple into a shiver*

"You did this? Regalla?"

*His voice was low but fierce. more like an angry wisper than a question*

"Yes. Indeed I did. Surprized?" *his reply sounded almost like a taunt and it was working*

"No. The fact you would do something like this is not surprizing. I am only surprised at the fact you were able to pull it off."

*Regalla chuckles.

Quickly Yoru pulls out several water spikes and chucks them at him with amazing speed. However that speed is only amazing for a human and his human reflexes. Regalla moves swiftly to counter knocking them away without any trouble at all.*

"honestly. who do you think your dealing with?"

*He snaps his fingers as if to signal in troops. However they do not come. In fact it seems no one else is even in the castle with the way it sounded. It was eerilly quite. Regalla snaps his fingers again angrily this time and looks around half annoyed and half worried.
Still no one enters the room leaving only the two of them.*

"No matter. I can kill you myself. Just wasn't worth the effort but I suppose exercise is good for you"

*He lunges forward and nails Yoru in the chest with a playful palm strike. Even at a low level Yoru is thrust through the stone wall and lands on a pile of corpses. Trying to get up he finds he is having trouble but it seems he will have plenty of time. Regalla seems to be horror struck at the scene. Looking around he slowly intakes it as well though with less detail seeing as most of it was in darkness where he could not see. Though from what he could gather there were corpses....everywhere. Not just a few, not just a few dozen, but possibly hundreds of corpses laying around. All of which were vampires holding claymores with black lotuses on them.

Leaning back he hits something solid. Looking up his own heart drops into fear that matches the pathetic expression that Regalla wears.*

"...A...Akuchi.......Akuchi Tenchi! What are you doing here?" *Regalla stammered*

 

Indeed it was none other than the very bane of his existance and the root of all Yoru's fears. His father Akuchi Tenchi. He stands seven feet four inches tall with a muscular build and long white hair that goes down his back and bangs that hand down over his eyes and past his nose. His face is the same as Yoru's but older. Regalla looks at Akuchi and then suddenly down at Yoru. His eyes widen again with fear far worse than before as the realization sets in.*

"It...its makes sense now....oh my god....how....how did I not see it?"

*Smiling and with his constantly evil joking tone Akuchi answers whilst standing in a lake of blood*

"Easy. You are a ****tard that doesn't know the difference between blood and piss. You are removed from your post and will be kept under watch of myself from now on. Think of it as a promotion. All your punishment was given to the 200 vampires you had working for you."

*He steps over Yoru as if he wasn't there and walks toward Regalla who sinks to the floor in despair. Suddnely Yoru's voice reaches his lungs and he shouts out*
"YOU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
*Yoru starts hypervenalating as he can't seem to string words together through his anger any longer. Akuchi turns slowly and looks him over*

"Oh you. What the hell are you doing here? And why are you in that disgusting form? I let you live a few times before and i am not getting any nicer you know. This wil lbe the last time we meet and I don't kill you. And thats only because i got a few things left for you to do."

"I'D RATHER DIE THAN HELP YOU!"
*at the end of Yoru's sentence akuchi has his hand around his neck choking him against the wall.*

"No! You listen to me brat! You've got no choice in the matter. Understand? Now here. Take you little weapon and get the **** away from here" *he lets him down and puches his red scyteh into his gut making him keel over on it as He has to watch his fater walk away through the sticky flood of blood draging along the cowardly Regalla with him. Again his vision blurred sending him once more into unconciousness.*


*For what seems to be the upteeth time from waking up from his unconiousness he slowly gets up. His body seems to ache with pain and stuffness from laying in the awkward fetal position with the Scythe gripped in his gut. Slowly he rises to his feet and finds that his entire front side of his body was stained by blood which has now become dryied or goop like instead of a nice liquid. He walks slowly along the corridor draging the scythe behind him. He glances in a mirror on his way yout to find that his green eyes now have a red ring around the edges and his hair is no longer black but a fluffy grey. He has bags underneath his eyes that slightly remind him of the look one of the guards he killed had. Something that looks like they are just tired of it all. It makes him wonder if he did that man a great favor for killing him. Or perhaps that man had just been so apathetic it no longer mattered. He is starting to feel that way himself.

It was not hard to get a move on through the rest of the castle and even outside. There was no one to stop him. All are either corpses or gone. It didn't seem his father missed very many of the vampires. If any good came out of it at all at least his mission was complete. He may not have done it but it was completed none the least. He walks slowly and zombie like back to the guild.*