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Hell’s Fury
Chapter 2
Her Name Is Tamoka
The day’s hours fleeted. In silence AnRak filled his cell with hopelessness. The bars glowing an ominous red, much similar to that of the sky. The demon girl watching him with toying eyes.
“What?” he grunted at her.
“Must suck to be imprisoned and executed by your own kind.” Her tone was tormentingly childish.
“ At least I have a kind.” AnRak snapped then sighing because he had no one else to spend his final breaths with.
“And look where it got you.” She hopped off her bed and started to pace around her cell. “It’s only a matter of time before they let their guard down and then… Wham! I’ll be on my merry way.” she smirked with clever pride slamming her fist into the palm of the opposite hand..
AnRak chuckled “You really think they’ll fall for that again?”
“Humans are stupid. They always repeat their failures.” She replied with sheer confidence.
“You’d be surprised.” AnRak said defensively. “We do learn.”
The demon laughed “I think not.”
“I learned.” AnRak rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms to show her that she didn’t hurt him.
“Perhaps, but now you are going to die.” she reiterated the point.
AnRak lifted his head back staring at the cold ceiling. “The end is near… Will you at least tell me if you have a name?”
“I do. But I’m not going to tell you.” She replied, her elongated ears twitching as the door of the prison opened to reveal James, along with his trusty guard Ren and two other guards. “It’s time.” The guards opened AnRak’s door and gathered him so they could carry out his sentence. Mean while the female demon’s eyes glared eerily at James.
“Mind yourself evil creature.” James’ warning fell on def ears as she continued to stare, her eyes frightening him so much that his voice trembled. She knew there was nothing he could do to her. “ Don’t dawdle you two we have an execution to attend.” he snaps at the guards trying to save face, but still turning and walking briskly out of the dungeon to get away from those cursing eyes.
The walk to the execution seemed to take forever but it was still over much to quickly. AnRak knew every corridor in the prison tunnels of the Holy Temple, even in the pitch darkness that surrounded him he knew when they reached the door that lead to the scaffold. Once through the door AnRak was blinded by light. Though it was late evening it seemed like it was midday. Every light in the city was burning brightly so that its citizens could watch and see justice. The people were yelling from below. The elaborate execution took place at the top of the temple. The city was decorated with giant screens which presented the horror upon AnRak’s face that everybody turned against him so quickly at the whim of a madman (James.) Their cursing of AnRak blended together from below. Crickets, they were. They were simplified by the church.
As James took his place on his kingly dais he addressed the people, his voice now full of its usual vigor seeing as he was finally away from the piercing eyes of the demon. “ My children!” The mob quieted
immediately. “It is unfortunate that this great tragedy has brought us together. AnRak, the man we have entrusted our city, ourselves, our children, and our very way of life to, has betrayed us for a Hellion!”
The people burst forth again. “Blasphemy! To think you would kill your own men for a demon witch!”
“You will burn in Hell!”
“ How could you?!? We trusted you!”
“Death to the traitor!”
“Your beloved demons will follow you into hell again soon enough traitorous scum!”
As the treats and wails of unbelieving parents continued James went on “AnRak Raigeki for multiple homicide of your very own God given brothers and treason against your race you are sentenced to hang by the neck until dead.”
The executioner not so gently placed a black bag over AnRak’s head and forced him onto the hanging platform. But before the noose could be lowered over his head, a women screamed! Not a scream for AnRak to die but one of pure terror. She was staring at the sky where five black shadows were circling above. More screams from the crowd and everyone starts running for cover.
James stares as the dark shapes get closer revealing what they are. “More demons.” he whispers to himself summing up their arrival matching it with their captive. He shouts to be heard over the panic stricken horde, “ Guards! Quickly! Shoot them down! Shoot them!” The order was given twice for quick action.
Several shots beamed through the air, most seemed to miss as the black shadows soon turned to a blaze. They were not burning from the oncoming fire, they had however lit their own weapons. Flaming arrows followed, raining upon the city. The citizens scattered as the creatures howled, their arrows burning many to death.
While Ren fled the other guards were shot down beside James. He really had no defense. Many arrows came for AnRak, but he managed to cling his bound hands to the noose and swing about to avoid them. Using the chaos to his advantage he freed himself and James went up to him pleading for life.
His voice spoiled with cowardice “protect me..” he was nearly on his knees. AnRak pulled the weak man to his feet, making him face the on coming creatures.
“Let god save you!” He nearly threatened as several flaming arrows passed through James’s body, the tips dripping blood out of his back, slightly brushing AnRak. The golden robes now became a blaze of fire as AnRak let James fall from the temple. He ran in to retrieve his armor and weapons. There was not much more time left for life, AnRak knew he was going to die today, but this is not how.
Tendo was engulfed in flames. The golden roof top seemed to dance with this flames reflection. Until the flurries of black landed upon it. It was the five Hellian’s who claimed to be children of Satan, even though such a statement was nearly impossible as Lucifer’s body wasn’t able to bear physical fruit. All of these creatures looked similar, but with a few defining traits.
There was one short fat demon, who had hungry eyes, his name was Hent. Like the others he hand wings, but was a great deal slower.
Also there was Mick, a creature who wore an Australian accent to his speech. He was a seasoned fighter, but often arrogant, he wasn’t worth much more of a description, in fact he merely had one horn atop his head. In the Hell race every creature had horns, which shown that creatures power. Their horns matched their rankings. One was low, two was medium and three was a very powerful demon.
The next member who was massive, had three horns atop his head. Two arching above his ears and one from the top of his hair. He was called Dakrise. He shown great power by destroying everything in his wake, he was a juggernaut.
Though with two horns Xoyel was the tallest of the demons. She was a tall slender female, with no voluptuous features of any sort. Her prey and enemies always considered her a male. She was infatuated with their leader Creed.
Creed was the youngest, but bearing three horns and the title of leadership the most powerful member of the group. His large black wings slid to his sides like a cloak, beneath he hid massive blades coming from his elbows.
Xoyel seemed like she was enjoying the view of the blazing city, as if a child amused by fire works “ohh, it’s pretty, but kind of boring… The army seemed lacking” she complained to Creed.
It was a fun sight however as he chuckled with a casual grin to her “ya really think so huh?” He rubbed his chin pondering whether it really was worth it “the heat kinda makes me sweat, but not in the good way” a sigh escaped his lips as he look blamefully toward Mick, responsible for all the fire arrows. “What a waste of time…” he went on to pout.
Dakrise stood behind Creed, a look of remorse painted his face “damn, it’s a shame we lost that girl’s blood though…”
Mick chuckled “I bet she would ‘ave been fun to mate too” his grammar butchered by his accent. Some of the letters missing and much of the words fused into understandable sounds.
“And just what is the matter with me?” Xoyel frowned slamming her fist over Mick’s head, she felt insulted.
“Now now” Creed laughed at their antics “let’s be hospitable toward each other” he calmed them down. Then looked toward Hent who was inching toward the inside of the temple door way. “Ay, whatchya doin?” He shouted.
The small chubby creature smirked to him “do you smell it?” He cackled into his words. They all began sniffing the area, catching many scents of humans.
“Oi, I do smell suttin” Mick’s butchered words cheered “it’s one’a’us!”
“Ya think she’s prisoner?” Xoyel looked down to Creed.
“Damn humans, is it compassion or idiotsee that drives them” some of Creed’s own words had their hiccups, but his eyes grew with joy “come on men, let’s round her up!” As he referred to his group as men Xoyel was ignored pointing to herself, trying to remind her comrades of her gender. They ran down the hall way, following their noses.
In the confines of the large prison AnRak was reequipping himself with his weaponry. His black rubber plating slid over his frame, clinging to his muscular form, slinging his utility belt around his shoulders, then down to his waist, clipping the buckle. His gun still in holster and arrows in their quiver. He was ready for combat, though he needed one more minor asset. He turned to the maximum security where the female was being kept. He used a key card that was just laying on a desk shuffled above some papers. The door opened revealing several different cells.
“So you’re still alive” Her voice unpleasant as ever rang through her bars which were still activated, glowing crimson. She also heard the screaming and trampling feet above “a massacre sentence?” She now laughed.
“We haven’t much time, if I release you will you help me?” his words were quick as he aimed the keycard to her cell’s slot.
“Like hell I will” she scowled “you chopped off my wings and now you get to die, so suck on that!”
Hearing the other demons trumpeting towards the cell AnRak acted in haste releasing her anyways. He figured she would make a decent diversion, or either join up with the beasts, either way AnRak played that lottery.
She stepped out of the cell stretching her arms up, her voice oddly joyous “free” for now anyways, she thought.
“Come on let’s go!” He demanded of her, but she crossed her arms stubbornly and avoided her face from him. His voice became fearful “this is no times for games!”
“The games have just begun” a jolly tune sounded from the prison door way, which stood Creed and the rest of his gang. They were relieved to see that the girl was still alive. With a joyful tone Creed greeted her, walking by and ignoring AnRak, as if he wasn’t there. “Hey.”
Though he was friendly and of the girl’s kind she treated him the same way she treated AnRak, saying nothing in response to his greeting “ah, come on. You’re a lovely lady, so let’s you and I be friends kay?” He held out his three fingered hand, it nearly matched hers, even the hot spur was similar. Still no response, and after a moment Creed spoke again “don’t be like that babe, you got a name don’t ya?” His casual grammar fused the words ‘don’t you’ together.
The tall female Xoyel who was rather fond of Creed spoke under her breath to the others “she’s not that pretty…” They didn’t disagree with her, because of her rank and closeness to Creed.
“Bite me” the girl’s voice calm, though slightly annoyed by Creed.
He stood closer to her, his face nearly touching hers, he looked into her eyes and slowly placed his hand under her chin, seeming to raise her face to his even though they stood at equal height. He was about to kiss her “ya don’t mind if I-” Though he ended up kissing her fist.
“Back off creep!” she yowled.
The others were infuriated by this action. Though Mick couldn’t believe Creed actually took a hit “oi, how dare she punch our boss like’at!”
While they all focused on the girl, AnRak took the opportunity to leave the room. He didn’t flea though. He waited on hand for the girl, he owed her a great deal, she circumstantially saved his life and he kept motioning her to come to the door way. He was ignored like usual.
The most furious of all the Satan’s children was Xoyel, she suggested that they decapitate her.
“Easy guys” Creed smiled, rubbing his lips, a bit of his fang caught his lower lip, cutting it when the fist collided. “she obviously doesn’t know our reason for being yet” he remained confident, showing no sign of anger or hatred toward her.
“Ya just need an intro huh?’ He smiled at her “well I’m Creed, a class three demon, as you can see by my third horn.” He poked it’s sharp tip protruding his forehead, nearly bragging about it “and these here are my brothers… And sister. We’re known as Satan’s children, because we are direct descendents of the big guy and with our blood pooled together we could revive our father and wreak Hell’s Fury on this world once again!” He said it!
A plot too villainous for AnRak’s ears. He had once a run in with Lucifer the creator of all evil. That is how he received the awful scar under his neck. Lucifer destroyed his love, his life and scarred him, the b*****d was then killed by another man. AnRak’s vengeance though unsatisfied died away over time. He however could not allow his resurrection, he tempted the key to lock them all in, but was made to wait by his own honorable passion.
The rebellious girl giggled at Creed, finding him foolish “so what, you’re a class three demon? You think I’d give my blood for that b*****d” she punched him again, but her fist landed in his hand, which began to crush hers. Creed possessed greater strength than her it seemed. His hot spur extended longer than hers and had a curved point gashing the flesh at her spur’s base. Blood trickled down as she struggled to get free.
He chuckled “you really shouldn’t show anger before attacking, it pretty much gives ya.” He obnoxiously lectured her. At the end of his last word he slammed his opposite fist into her gut, knocking the wind out of her, she leaned over his arm, gasping for air.
She was then picked up by her horn “looks like you’re weak… I thought a demon strong enough to survive the holy cities army was worth saving.” He released her hand and balled up his fist, lunging it toward her face, but her elbow’s blade intercepted. It caught his hot spur, the two locked together.
“You shouldn’t boast before you attack, it’s your trigger” she grinned mockingly, her words still gasped.
“Touche” Creed then through her by her horn, out the door of the prison. Immediately AnRak slid the keycard locking the prisons doors. All the bars began to buzz and began to glow bright red. The trapped demons wouldn’t be able to break those bars no matter how hard they tried.
“Let’s get out of here” AnRak pulled on her arm, but she refused, standing to her feet.
“Like hell, I can beat them!” she was ready to fight, her breath caught up to her ambition.
The Hellians from within watched her amusedly. Then the big one Dakrise stepped up. He ran his fingers over the metal knuckle brace on the opposite hand. His fists were massive and he slammed them against the prison’s door, but the bars didn’t budge, though the walls around the door crumbled a little and the whole prison shook.
Dakrise held his hand back, the iron knuckles were glowing hot as the door’s were very effective defenses “impossible!” he didn’t wait to think, punching again, now the knuckle armor melted right off, his fist burnt. He howled in pain.
Outside the cell they watched amused, though AnRak was more focused on escaping while they had the chance. AnRak began backing down the hall. The girl demon noticed the walls were beginning to cave in, she followed him, though they eventually separated.
“Come on Dakrise hit it again!” Xoyel encouraged balling up her fists.
His weapon was destroyed and though his fists were powerful Dakrise had no intention of making his arm melt. Then Creed suggested punching the walls.
“Yo, destroy the walls, chances are the moronic human’s didn’t give them safe guards.”
If there were more burning bars Dakrise would lose a limb, but fearing the disappointment of Creed he complied with this order and began punching the walls with his bare fists. They crumbled slightly. He repeated this, punch by punch the wall opened with no bars. Creed was correct.
The whole was big enough for Xoyel and Mick’s slender bodies to fit through. They went ahead to search for the girl and the wretched man that trapped him. They ran straight to the temples roof. Looking at the burning city below, flames now dimmer.
“Ya ‘ink ‘ey escaped?”
“I doubt it” Xoyel extended her wings taking flight. She shouted back to Mick to join up with the others and hunt from within. She could smell the human’s fresh scent. Tendo was a burning ghost city. Xoyel smiled seeing their handy work, many corpses on corpses a flame. Her eyes captured a women cradling a dead body. “Might as well end her misery.”
Xoyel landed, perching on a telephone pole. She let out a haunting growl. The woman pleaded for mercy. Xoyel shook her head at the request jumping off the pole, her claws extended, ready to kill, but her tail was pinned to the pole by an arrow. Xoyel screamed and flailed, bringing the telephone pole down, both her and it crashed into a flame weakened building. It crumbled on impact. Xoyel was buried.
“Run away!” AnRak who had fired that arrow ordered the woman away. He quickly pulled another arrow, positioning it at the rubble. From experience he knew Xoyel would make a quick recovery.
The building’s rubble stirred as Xoyel rose from it, her body battered. AnRak quickly fired his arrow, puncturing her wing. She squealed loudly and walked out of the crisped concrete, her tail still nailed to the phone pole. She pried the arrow free, releasing her tail, nursing it with her tongue.
“You put a hole in my beautiful tail!” she whimpered as if she broke a nail.
AnRak waited no longer, shooting another arrow, piercing her bosom. She howled loudly pulling the arrow out. AnRak tilted his head “dammit, you creatures just don’t die!” He pulled another arrow.
As Xoyel clasped her chest, blood gushed out of the un-accentuating cloth. She kept complaining about her beautiful physic being damaged. She was more girlish than his last opponent. AnRak took a shot and decided to use this against her. He fired another arrow, this time she caught it, charging at him with the arrow, using it as a dagger.
The arrow was deflected by AnRak’s bow and he smiled to her “you’re a real pretty girl, you know that!”
This pissed Xoyel off at first, she whipped her elbow blades at him. AnRak was familiar with this weapon it was the same as before, though Xoyel’s was shorter and duller. AnRak continued defending with his bow. “Such a shame… I bet human women are jealous” he managed to speak as he looked up at her. “Your height is an exotic quality!”
Xoyel began to smile, her guard now down. AnRak quickly grabbed his sword, while unsheathing it, he caught Xoyel’s tail, slicing it clean off. She howled in excruciating pain and retreated. This pain was just too great for her to carry on fighting. She flew off, blood gushing from the stub of her tail, tears flowed nearly as equally from her eyes.
“Demon’s do cry…” AnRak’s last thought as he looked toward the temple, wondering how many of them were still alive.
Wandering around the temple Mick heard an orchestra of sounds. From Dakrise’s banging to Xoyel’s shrieking, but he didn’t see, hear or smell prey. He kept asking rhetorical questions to himself as he dragged his claws against the walls. He then wondered how thick the walls were, placing his elongated ear against it. He heard nothing, then he tapped the wall lightly with his nails. For a moment, nothing. Then a near echo of his tapping was heard.
“Ah, ya wanna play games huh?” He smirked, thinking it might be her, he moved his lips more than necessary at most times. He tapped again, this time nothing at all.
The wall burst as a hand wrapped around Mick’s throat crushing his wind pipe “game over” the glowing eyes of the female shown no mercy as her hot spur extended right through his neck. His blood sprayed out like a sprinkler, she then dropped him, receding back into the hole.
Managing freedom Creed and Hent ran down the hall to find a dead Mick, his head barely attaching to his body by a string like vein. “Vial…” Creed held his hand out to Hent who handed him a vial, which Creed collected Mick’s blood. He then studied the giant hole in the wall, the strong scent of the girl was unbearable. Creed knew he was a sitting duck, as long as he remained in closed in that temple. He also knew he would survive a cave in.
“Give me your blood and go” He demanded of Hent “quickly!” His voice was serious, for Hent was too pathetic to keep around.
Hent gave the blood, pricking his own hand, collecting the liquid in a vial. Then ran as told. Creed then opened his wings, uncovering his arms. He had massive blades on his elbows and he slashed them into the walls, repeatedly. He ran through the whole castle, baring his blades into the walls, crumbling them like they were sugar cubes. He tore every floor down, smelling the girls scent, the ceiling crumbling over his head. Soon the whole building shook.
Hent took flight out of the roof, but he was hunted. From above two sharp prongs sliced his spine, pushing him to the crumbling roof. He was paralyzed and she, the hunter flew away from the disaster. The roof swallowed Hent’s body, it would never be known if the temples destruction or the girl killed him. Nor did anybody ask, as long as he was dead. She flew to the ground meeting up with AnRak.
Once again their weapons clashed. They had no fight, but they fought. AnRak used his bow to merely protect, while she slashed with the dull sides of her blades, a bit of compassion displayed.
Following Xoyel’s example a much more beaten Creed stepped out of the rubble, in hand was the tail of Dakrise, who had been put out temporarily by the destruction of the temple. He coughed and gave his typical cocky laugh. “heh” his eyes then premiered an ambiguous attitude. “Damn, you both survived…” He weakly stumped. From above a shriek of joy sounded. It was Xoyel calling to him. “I’ll be back… For you” he pointed to the girl taking flight. Lugging the massive creature Dakrise with him.
Filled with vigorous fury she took off after him, but Dakrise was slammed into her. Creed had used him as a bat to knock the girl back to the Earth. She formed a small crater beside AnRak. Unfortunately by the time she got to her footing they were gone.
Tendo had fallen. Flames still continued to ensue, but the morning dew provided aide to their extinguishing. It seemed the dead city was observed only by AnRak and the demon girl, but many humans had taken shelter underground and were beginning to emerge. Ren was amongst them. All other leaders were killed. The city was now his.
AnRak and the girl were on one of last standing skyscrapers. He looked at her closely, observing her eyes were of a foreign heritage and looked familiar. He recalled his dream and bowed to her “I thank you… For saving my life.” It was awkward speaking to her without the prison bars separating them.
“Which time?” She was smug about it.
Though it was an accidental save, AnRak was still thankful “can you tell me your name?”
“Like heaven I will!” she scowled, beginning to flap her wings to leave the roof top. AnRak clung to her tail as she glided away. Her flight became uneasy as she was insanely flailing “let go!”
“Name?”
She was annoyed “Grrrr! Tamoka, it’s Tamoka!”
 Shielsia · Tue Jul 27, 2010 @ 06:27am · 0 Comments |
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