Author: Demon General 05 PM
Demons, Angels, Myths and Legends. Even if we're not Demon Hunters, we're always ready for a fight with or against anyone. The world moves on while we fight in the shadows. To win is to live and to lose is to die. None of us plan on losing. This is my first story so feel free to critic. Rated T for swearing, blood/gore and possible mature scenes. Please read and review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Chapters: 5 - Words: 17,246 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-01-13 - Published: 06-18-12 - id: 3033639
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This is my first time writing something for this site. I do like reviews and I like any criticism or advice anyone can give me for this. Thank you for reading. -Demon General 05
Location: Lenin, Moscow
Date: December 24, 2010
The snow storm blew with fierce power turning the Russian Capitol into a white snowy plain. The streets were covered in snow and many of the buildings were boarded up; probably to keep the snow from getting in. The snow fall was so heavy; the only thing that could barely be visible was the street lamps that were scattered around. Car headlights could be seen driving down the streets as the brave drivers tried to get through the storm.
An unlucky Russian soldier was patrolling the streets while complaining about how bad the weather was at the moment. "Grrr dam Chekov putting me out here in this godforsaken snow. Nothing even happens here. Not in this weather. I hate this God damn place." "You hate this city do you?" an eerie growl came from behind the soldier. He turned around and aimed his gun at the voice. A hooded figure walked out from behind a corner to a back alley.
The soldier backed away with his finger at the trigger. "Who are you and what do you want?" "Do you wish to be rid of this place?" it asked. "It speaks Russian?" thought the soldier but he shook the thought away. "What does it matter of what I want? This is my home city." "Ahh but you wish to leave?" The hooded figure started to walk closer and a scaly pale blue arm outstretched to him in an open palm. "I shall grant your wish if you give me what I need. Do we have a deal?" Thoughts raced in the soldier's mind but he gave in and started toward the figure and took its hand. "I accept. What is it you need? "
The soldier pulled his hand back but the figure wouldn't let go. It began to laugh a sick a bubbly laugh. Fear grew in the soldier's mind. "What I need," it brought it's free hand to its hood and tore it off revealing a five red eyed creature with short tentacles flinging around on its head. It was smiling with its sharp jagged teeth that had what looked like red stains of blood. Its eyes were that of a snake's. "What I need, is your LIFE!" it laughed. The creature's hand began to writhe its way up his arm and the soldier screamed in fear as the creature continued to laugh.
All of a sudden its laughed turned to a scream of pain as its arm was severed from its body. The creature staggered back and the soldier fell to the ground trying to get the severed hand off. "Grr Who did this?" it yelled. A shadow was seen through the storm and it was coming closer to the two. The shadow became visible revealing a boy wearing a black hoodie with a white flame pattern. He wore dark brown snow pants. His hood shaded his face but a pair of neon yellow eyes could be seen. "A boy?" thought the soldier as he watched the two in a stare off. "What are you doing here? I have done nothing wrong. I was just granting his wish to leave.' The creature spoke sounding almost worried. The soldier felt he had to speak up. "He's lying" he shouted. "He tried to kill me"
The boy looked at him and then at the creature. For the first time, he spoke."Gorchevan, for your criminal acts, you are hereby deemed fit for death." The boy spoke in Russian with a perfect accent though he did not look Russian. "Who are you to say I am fit for death? " The boy raised his hand toward the creature with open palm facing it. "By the power of hell and the order of the Demon Generals," he said as a bright orange flame orb formed in his hand.
"You are hereby executed" The orb shot towards the creature called Gorchevan in a beam of fire. It barrel rolled out of the line of fire and gave a loud roar in anger. "You cannot kill me nor can you stop me!" The boy gave small grin under his hood. "Should we test that theory?"
The boy rushed forward with incredible speed that the soldier had ever seen. 'You shall die." growled Gorchevan as spiked tentacles from his good arm shot out at the boy who ducked and weaved through the horde of attacks with ease. He landed at a distance ready to dodge more. The boy brought his hand to his hood and took the hood off showing lightly spiked silver colored hair. He had a grin on his face like he was toying with the creature. "Come on. Is that all you got you messed up Chia Pet?"
Gorchevan was at his boiling point. His eyes shifted from the boy to the Russian soldier who realized that Gorchevan was had his attention on him. "You shall die first then." The tentacles changed directions and bolted at him. The soldier screamed in horror and outstretched his hands hoping to defend himself.
Gorchevan screamed again making the soldier open his eyes to see the boy standing in front of him with a sword in hand. The sword had a golden handle and the Templar red cross on the blade. It was now smeared in a green fluid. The boy turned to face the soldier and in Russian asked, "Soldier what is your name?" In surprise, he responded in a stuttering tone. "M-my name is Oleg." "Alright then Oleg, you need to get out of here. This is not your fight. Leave now and forget everything you just saw tonight." Oleg nodded furiously and got up and ran away; disappearing in the snow storm.
The boy turned back to face Gorchevan who was still growling in pain. The boy gripped his blade and pointed it at Gorchevan. "Now that I have your full attention, is there anything else you'd like to say before I chop you like sushi?" Gorchevan looked at the boy and turned and ran down the street.
Oblivion sighed and his blade faded in a black mist. He then pulled out a cellphone from his hoodie pocket and dialed. "Michael, he's headed your way. Yeah. Just make sure Demona's ready." He closed the phone and put it away. "This guy really doesn't make it easy for us." sighed the boy as he started to run after Gorchevan.
Though the snow fall was thick, a boy with black hair and glasses waited patiently at the end of the street. He wore a brown snow jacket and black snow pants. A black steel katana waited in his hand. He brought his free hand up to his ear and pressed on the small ear piece that was currently bugging him to no end. "Demona are you in position yet?"
A girl's voice could be heard on the other end. "Shut up already Michael. I'm almost there." Michael frowned when he saw a large shadow like figure racing towards him. He twisted the katana to where he held it back handed. "Well hurry up. He's here." Michael ran toward Gorchevan and slid under an oncoming spike tentacle. He stopped in front of Gorchevan and placed his free hand on Gorchevan's chest and yelled, "Bloody Vulcan!"
Short mini bursts of dark beams shot from Michael's hand and Gorchevan was shot backwards by the blasts. Following the attacks, Michael appeared in front of Gorchevan again and slashed downward at his head. In response, the creature shot five tentacles from his chest that grabbed Michael in mid-air. Michael's katana fell to the ground. The tentacles began to tighten around his body. "H-hey Demona" he grunted. "By any chance a-are you there yet?" Pain was setting in and his body was starting to feel numb from the spikes that were driving through his jacket and starting to touch his skin with every second the grip tightened." "Give me a second here." "HURRY UP!" Michael shouted in anger as the death grip tightened more. His vision was starting to blur from the severe pain of his body being crushed
The pain faded away and the pressure around him also stopped when he realized he was free. He saw the tentacles cut into pieces and grinned when he landed on his feet next to his katana. "Thanks Oblivion" he said when he turned to face the hooded boy who had his sword resting on his shoulder. Oblivion nodded and walked up next to Michael who proceeded to take his katana from the snow. "So," Oblivion slammed his sword, tip first, into the snow. "How do you want to be at the end of this? Sliced or minced?" Gorchevan roared in anger at the two boys. "YOU WILL DIE!" then he raced at them in blind fury.
"Good choice." Oblivion swung his sword upward taking a chunk of the ground with it and pressed his hand on the flat surface of the raised ground. "Force" he said and the chunk of earth raced at Gorchevan. He laughed and jumped high into the air. "You cannot touch me up here with your ma-." His sentence was cut short when Michael appeared in front of him already performing a downward slash motion. In frustration Michael yelled during his slash, "Dude just shut the hell up!" Gorchevan, from the power of the slash, flung back down to the ground in a crash landing. Michael landed on the ground next to crater.
Oblivion walked up to Michael with hands in his pockets. "You know that won't kill him right?" "Yeah I know. But I seriously wanted this guy to shut up. He was getting annoying." At the corner of his eye, Michael saw Gorchevan slowly getting back up to his feet; his body bleeding green from scratches all over. He had a sick grin with green blood seeping through his mouth. "Heh heh. You cannot k-." Michael pointed his sword down at the creature. "Dude, I swear to God if you finish that sentence I will cut your fucking head off!"
All of a sudden, Demona's voice rang on his ear. "Alright I'm all set. Get him in my sight." "Understood." Michael pressed his ear piece and sighed. "Finally we can kill this guy." Gorchevan laughed. "Fool you cannot ki-."
Michael disappeared in a blink of an eye and reappeared behind Gorchevan. "HELLFIRE!" A pillar of blue fire sprang up from underneath Gorchevan's feet and he was launched into the air to see Oblivion flying right towards him sword at the ready. "Good bye" said Oblivion as he slashed, tearing open Gorchevan's chest revealing a beating green heart. Michael yelled into his ear piece. "DEMONA NOW!" A gunshot cracked through the air as the beating heart of Gorchevan exploded. ""Th-this can't be. I-I've been killed. His bright red eyes faded to a dull maroon and the lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud in the snow.
The two boys walked up to the dead body of the creature without saying anything. It was then that Oblivion spoke. "For your crimes of murder in the human realm, you have been hereby executed under the law of our Emperor." He extended his right hand and a glowing rune circle formed underneath the body. The body then began to dissolve into pieces of ash that were blown away by the storm wind.
"Wow you guys already cleaned up without me?" Michael and Oblivion turned to see a girl with a fur jacket and black snow pants. She had long black hair that blew in the wind and orange ski goggles. In her hand was a sniper rifle. Michael frowned at her. "Demona where were you?" "I was trying to get a good snipe spot. If you hadn't noticed, the snow kind of messes with our vision out here thanks to the storm. At least we got him which means we can go home now right?"
"You were supposed to be in position already when we got here. I nearly got killed by him." "Enough." The two turned to Oblivion who was already walking away. "Let's go" was Oblivion's response as he started walking away. Michael nodded and Demona smiled as she followed the two. In an instant, the three disappeared in the storm.
Location: Demon General Mansion, Lucenia(Outer ring town of Hell)
Date: December 24, 2010
Michael crashed down onto the sofa in the common room next to the fireplace as the fire burned brightly lighting up half of the room in a dim glow. After he and his friends had arrived back, a wave of exhaustion had swept over him. Not only was he tired but after being out in the snow storm for so long, he thought he had caught a cold. The moment he got into his room, changed into a black t-shirt and jeans followed by a white vest with the same flame patter as Oblivion's hoodie except the flames were black. He was alone in the room so he great fully let out a sigh. "Why did I choose to join them?" he muttered to himself. No one he knew back home had been killed by a demon and he had no demon powers to begin with.
Thoughts raced in his mind but this only wore him out even more. He decided that it was a good time to get some shut eye before he ran out to do his second job that he took up after gaining his powers. But as he closed his eyes, a shadow hovered over him. "What's up?" asked Demona who was currently wearing a white tank top with blue jeans. There was a small spider pattern in black on her right side. In her hand she had a half empty box of Pocky which Michael frowned since the box was his to begin with. "You raided my room didn't you?" Demona gave an innocent smile as she bit down on a Pocky stick. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said sweetly.
"Never mind then. What did you want?" said Michael and he closed his eyes. "Weren't you going out tonight like you always do?" asked Demona. "That is none of your business." Michael grunted as he got up from the sofa irritated that his nap time was interrupted. "Well can you tell me where exactly you go every night?"
He stopped to face Demona with her arms folded. "Listen closely Demona. There is no specific reason as to why I should tell you where exactly I go. As for the reason I go out is to get away from here. Do you think I enjoy being under the watch of the Emperor's royal guard every second I'm here? We're Generals but he doesn't even trust us enough to leave us alone." Demona gave a thoughtful look. "I guess your right about that. It is rather annoying. But still I want to know where you go."
"It doesn't matter. If you really want to know, then try and find me." Demona blinked and Michael had disappeared. She frowned. "Jerk." She then walked out of the room.
Meanwhile in another room of the mansion, Oblivion was kneeling on one knee with his sword in front of him. The room was large and colored in Satin red. A figure sat in a throne. It was dressed in a black torn robe and its body was a black flame except for it's arms and legs which were bones. "Oblivion." It said in a strong voice that of a human. "You have served me well with your skills." Oblivion remained kneeling and kept a blank face. "Thank you m'lord. Your praise is all I need."
"As for your associates, I must say that they are rather, lacking in the ability of teamwork. Young Michael though has been with us for three years and has shown excellent promise of a Demon General with the use of his new found magic abilities. So has Miss Alucard with her perfect marksmanship and thirst for knowledge of the demon species. But you have proven yourself better than them with your ability to command ad superior fighting skills in combat and magic." "Thank you." "If only your father were here to see you now. He would have fought alongside you during the war."
Oblivion's face cracked at the statement. His father had been killed in the Holy Wars of 2006 when he and his unit were ambushed by Vatican exorcists. This happened the year before Oblivion would have made General. Oblivion clenched his fists. He knew it was the Emperor's command that had sent his father to his death. There was nothing he could do now of course because he was weak. When he found out about his father's death, he vowed to become stronger and to bring down the Emperor's rule. This was just a dream though but he wished to complete it.
"Now I have called you here to discuss some matters at hand involving Lucenia's Generals. As you know, I have sent your lead General Marxis and his two associates down to the inner ring city of Serine to settle some disputes between the town and it's ruler and generals. Because they are not at my disposal, I would like you to keep an eye on General Michael."
Oblivion's head perked up at this. "Pardon me m'lord but may I ask why?" "He has been disappearing every night these past few months, and I have reason to suspect he is plotting with the Bloody Angels to leave us and overthrow my rule." "But m'lord. I have been with him for three years and we fought side by side in the last two years of the war. He is only human as well. He has no reason to over throw you." "Yes I understand he is your friend, and what I am asking for is difficult. But I ask only as your father's friend and not as your ruler Just keep an eye on him and report anything you deem interesting." He stood up from his throne and walked over to Oblivion and put his hand on his shoulder. "Your father would be proud." Oblivion clenched his fists in anger and in a calm voice answered. "Yes Emperor Rine(reene)."