Ookami No Rei
Chapter 5: The chamber of Klamor
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Ookami no Rei
By unokitsune
Disclaimer: No
part of Inuyasha belongs to me. However, Eclypsia, Lucious, Ryuukokuyen, and
the other four “Guardians of the Star”
plus one or two future characters all belong to moi! Me! ^^
Warning: M/F
Snuff in here, (I like to save it for later chapters), but there is a great
deal of language and other suggestive adultery situations.
Authors Note: It’s
been awhile since I updated, yes? I am pleased to announce that I will have a
great deal of time to update this weekend considering I don’t have school on
Monday or Tuesday. I do, however, have quite a bit of homework and artwork I
need to accomplish. ( :rubs head because of headache:
) And no hypnotizing me either, it won’t work, reviews, however, will. I love
you all. : Hug’s everyone:
Chapter 5: The
Chamber called Klamor; behold the Black Cauldron of unspoken nightmarish
wisdom.
He roared at the very picture, yet he smiled a serrated
tooth smile from charcoal black lips. He watched the beautiful girl through a
pink and gold mirror, at the sleeping miko. He had seen when she woke up, had
heard when she woke up. And, thanks to this beautiful and glorious mirror, he
had felt her very attacks when she un-knowingly attacked the great Taiyoukai.
“So my sweet,” He said in a very low voice, “You finally
awoke after one thousand years, perhaps now I can finally learn you name, it
has been lost to me forever so long.”
Anger instantly filled his pleasant mood when an un-earthly
servant knocked on the door. “YES?” He more than commanded when a servant
opened the door.
“Master,” It said in a voice much creepier than Kanna’s
whisper, “Lord Ryuukokuyen has failed, he is just outside the temple, awaiting
your punishment.” He then awaited his master’s reply.
The being smirked, ‘So
little one, you still retain your strength after so many years of slumber, very
well, I’ll let you train more before I come for you, this time your very own
soul will be mine, along with your body that no longer exists.’
“Have Ryuukokuyen brought to the chamber of Klamor, there,
chain him so that he is forced to look at the very image he fears, imagimage
that comes from my Black Cauldron.” He said in a voice twisted with so much
evil.
“Yes Master” and with that the servant was gone, disappeared
into the dark, nothingness.
With that the being smirked and went to change for the “
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first is the worst
The second is the best
The third beholds the golden dress
The fourth is one of wisdom
And the fifth is the unspoken, mysterious one
All five create the star
The pentagon that releases the evil
And the devil who relishes it
Yet only one has the power to kill it
And the fifth one shall help it
Out of love and kindness
The power will grow
And death to all evil is fate foretold
However the price is dearly high
Both lives shall be lost
And die in the battle
Against the very devil
Who will soon be driven out of his true form
Yet if their love is strong
The angel of pure
And her protector
Will be born again
With thanks and born
As children of their master
That was the legacy that all the five guardians had to
learn. Yet whenever they forgotten, even a fraction of it, they were taken here
as punishment. Here, where they were chained to a rotten, broken cross, and
beaten until they complied and looked at the center, where a black cauldron
that oozed with even their worst nightmares. Here is the room where even the
strongest of strong demons could be beaten, broken, and allow their nightmares
to eat them alive. Here is the very core of demonic hell. Here is the Black
Cauldron of Klamor.
The demon “Master” smiled his serrated grin, contained by
his charcoal black lips. For even though he hated the prophecy that foretold of
the future, his future none the less,
he still felt happy to punish those who forgotten it. The first is the worst repeated in his head. For this spoke of
Ryuukokuyen, the
dragon, almighty serpent of the underground. He was supposedly strong, yet he
only made bee beginnings of “The Pentagon
Star” and was considered the weakest of all five guardians.
The demon “Master” growled at this truth. For he couldn’t
lie about it and the name was acid poison on his charcoal lips, “
curse that prevented his full potential, his true form and all of his mighty,
yet evil, power. He crunched his fist into knuckles, his nails digging in his
skin, piercing them so that black blood fell from them and landed on the
dungeon-yet-royal clean-like floor. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the
rodents would come and drink his spilled blood, trying to become more powerful
than the weak beasts they were. Yet they were always too shallow-minded that
they never learned.
He smirked when he heard the shrieks from the rats. They had
just gotten no more than a droplet of taste of his spilled blood when their
bodies began to disintegrate, melting them alive, bones and all. Nothing was
left of the rodents; it was as if they were never there. He listened as his
spilled black blood melted through the floor, leavening a sizeable hole until
the demonic hall repaired itself.
For his blood was poisoning all one its own. He was so
defiled that everything about him was just foul and evil. He didn’t use the
Shikon no Tama, for that name has recently been new to him. He remembered the
very miko who gave birth to it, for it was he that told the demons were to find
Midoriko, and after seven days and seven nights of fighting the demons, her
last effort was to fling the Shikon no Tama from her body and seal herself away
forever in a cave, frozen in a demon-fused worm’s jaws.
He remembered her miko energy as if it was yesterday, for
her power and her calm spirit reminded him so much of the angel who sealed him
away. She had placed the curse on him and she had forbidden him memory of her
name. This Midoriko had reminded him so much of “the nameless holy one” that he sent so many demons to dispose of
her, her purifying powers gave him hidden goose bumps, and he just had to do
away with her.
He roared at the very memory of it all. The angel, who once
had smiled to him, had trusted him, and he to her, now shunned him. He hated
the fact that she had made him weak; she made it so he succumbed to her. But
what ticked him off beyond belief was that he still craved it; secretly he
still wanted more. Part of him had actually taken a fondness to her; a part of
him had actually become kind. KIND wasn’t
in his dictionary; KIND wasn’t a
part of his twisted beliKIND AND
LOVE were the very two things he himself had forbidden, for they weren’t
part of his nature. Yet a certain part of him screamed at him, giving him a
great annoyance by paralyzing his body every single time he remembered that
day, and time and time again after.
A loud growl had awoken him from his memories. No matter, he
smirked; it would just save him the annoyance from the pest that dwelled inside
him. He would find some way to rid
himself of the being that had somehow found a way to weaken him, as well as the
angel. Soon both of them would die; the angel would not be aloud to love.
A barely-constrained growl left his lips; the pain was bolder
this time. ‘Curse you, you
it myself! I’ll enjoy watching you scream for mercy from my hands!’
The being inside him laughed, and seemed to mock him. The
demon could have sworn the being within him say ‘Doubt it’ but he shrugged it off, barely constraining himself from
shredded his insides to pieces just so the being would go away.
Instead the demon focused more on the low, yet loud growl he
just heard. He walked dressed in blood-robes-of-death, the death-like kimono he
wore had black-and-blue flames decorating it along with black skulls that had
blue eyes, and they seemed to scream.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The once-growl-now-demonic-roar demanded and received the black-lipped demon’s
attention.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ryuukokuyen was in his human form now, long black spilled
carelessly from his well defined scalp. His long, slender, elf-like ears shot
out of his head on each side. His black eyes and long ears, which enabled him
to hear far beyond that of any average demon, tried to focus on anything other
than the black cauldron that stood in the center of his master’s favorite
torture chamber.
He curled and uncurled his wrist, flexing his well toned and
well defined muscles. His abs wer12 p12 pack, masculine yet slender at the same
time. His long dark claws on each of his toes and fingers only added to the
darkness of his body. His scale-skin the darkness
yet lightness of the night.
He had a minor headache, though he did not know why, but he
did know it wasn’t caused by this absurd room. He growled really, really low
when he noticed his master approaching. He then let out a mighty
The roar was meant to shake his
master of his thoughts. He wanted this to end quickly; for Ryuukokuyen did not
like what he heard and knew of this room. However, that did not stop him from
struggling in these demonic bonds that held his arms and legs, neck and his
long, elegant, slender tail.
He lashed out, almost breaking free of the bonds that held
his right arm and left leg. However, the bonds responded by becoming tighter,
slamming him back against the rotten cross behind him. He held back the screech
that wanted to grace his fine lips, for showing any signs of emotion or pain
would only invite and increase more torture from his damn-cursed master. He
would not look at the cauldron, for it held the breaking point of all demons,
and the story’s he’s heard, nobody came back alive, or if they did, they were
no longer sane.
Growling low in a greeted when he knew his master had
entered the room, he grunted when he was addressed.
His dark, black eyes avoided the cursed demon in the
devilish, blood red formal occasion kimono.
“Ryuukokuyen,” he stated, “You have failed me.”
Ryuukokuyen just smirked. He held his held high, eyes
closed, and a cocky expression on his face. He knew this was the best way to
piss his master off, but for the moment, he didn’t care.
“You fear her, the creature that was inside that barrier.”
Ryuukokuyen said as-a-matter-of-factly.
The other demon just growled, “SILENCE, I WILL HAVE NO ONE
MOCK ME!”
Ryuukokuyen inwardly smiled, knowing he had located his so
called “master’s” weak point. She was his weak point. But he also cringed,
knowing he also had sealed his feint. Though outside he just shrugged, “You
have nothing against her but fear and lust, you want her, to rape her again,
yet in doing so, you will never know her name, ever again, for that is the
curse she placed on you, isn’t it?” Ryuukokuyen looked at the gaping demon with
eyes not his own. “You wish to punish me, yet you also fear me, I can see it
plain as day, written all over your face, you’re a coward!” He spat.
The other demon, who had kept a stoic face outside, was
inwardly shocked. This was absurd, how could anybody see through him, this
whole time Ryuukokuyen spoke the truth. How, how did he know it? He had spoke
of nothing to any of his five “Guardians” or any of his warriors for that
matter. “I SAID SILENCE!!!” With
that he slapped Ryuukokuyen across the face.
* * * * * * * * * * *
*
“He’ll soon speak his name, soon it will begin.” Said a
whispered-creepy-feminine voice, “Yet answers will remain unanswered for a
time, at least until fate’s children are ready to yield. Only then will the
confusion cease and the truth will be found. Until then, whatever sought will
remain hidden.”
“You are really creepy when you do that.” spoke a lower
boyish voice, “Soon, what will begin?
The feminine voice remained silent. Her long ebony tresses
showered well past her shoulders and stopping only at her ankles, her bangs
concealed her left eye, while the other, her right eye, remained closed,
forever in thought. She wore a long golden dress that reached beyond her feet
and hit the ground. The dress was about skin-tight. On her right eye was a bleeding
star burst, it covered practically completely her right face. Her left wing
concealed her upper chest from view, while her right wing concealed her back
and provided a comfortable cushion against the cold stone wall she was leaning
on. For this was Morgan, she was the third guardian of the “Pentagon Star” and
had the ability to foretell the future, conceal the past, and take away life
with a single touch. For she was a fallen angel of deatd tid time, details to
her past remain hazy. The only thing know about her is that, in order for her
powers to work, she must
remain a virgin. In being so, she was possibly the only female in this whole
castle who still retained her virginity.
Everything about her thereafter, except the part where everyone knows of
her physic abilities, remains a mystery.
“Hey, I ASKED something Morgan!” the boyish voice said
again. The boy who spoke was Manta; he was Morgan’s younger brother. He was
unlike his sister in many ways, yet he held his share of similarities. For they
were both physic. However, while Morgan’s field was death and time, Manta’s was
knowledge and wisdom. He was a SUPER GENIOUS! He had two, black bunny ears
coming out of his head followed by a messy nest of black hair. He wore glasses;
he made them from a demon crow’s eyesight and crystal glass. This enabled him
to wel well. Unlike his sister, who didn’t have the bunny ears, he could not
fly. Yet he had a black & blue monkey tail that came and was wrapped around
his abdomen. He was the wise one, though short and sporting a boyish tone, he
makes up with it with his brains. He was usually very patient, that is, unless
he wanted to learn something. And learning new knowledge always drove his
patience crazy, he wouldn’t calm down until he learned everything.
“Can’t you even see she’s in thought, kid?” An older,
deeper, and more masculine voice said. A shadow appeared out of the darkness
and came into the dim light, the only light, which came from Morgan’s power as
she appeared deep in thought. “A small pint like you should already realize
when your sister was in thought, this room would remain dark otherwise, her
thought provides the only light to this dark room, that’s the only reason this
room is lit.” A tall, well muscled man came out of the shadows. He had two
gigantic swords on his back. One was blue, the other one was red. When he
combined the two swords in battle, they would become one, gigantic, purple
sword. However, he did this rarely; this was reserved for fighting a powerful
opponent. He of course, would always come out as the winner. When he would draw
his swords, he would cross his arms making an X. The sword he used in his right
hand was the smaller, yet heavier, blue serrated-edge blade, it was the more
powerful of the two. The one he used in his left hand was the larger, broader
red blade. The red blade held more youkai over the two. His armor was red with
grey spikes. Both his swords handles were black. A black, gigantic, obi held
his shirt to his pants. He had dark skin with light highlights. On his arms,
from the elbow to the wrist (beginning of the hand) he had on white armguards.
His pants were black, blue, and red flamed, creating a confusing design. He had
on skin tight black boots. He wore a fox-tooth necklace. His eyes were dark and
he had markings over them, they were black. (Think bankotsu people) They looked
like long, black scars reaching from his forehead, stretching through his eyes,
and ending at the bottom of his face, near his chin. Two silver crescent moons
hung on his red armor, under the black fur. He also had fur on the shoulder
part of his armor; it too, was also black. A set of two black earrings were on
each ear. His hair was black highlighted with blue. This was Wolf, the most
powerful of the guardians at the moment. Not much is known about him, except
that he is Morgan’s lover and nobody but Lucious has survived him in battle.
His jet black tail, which also had blue highlights; hung under his obi, and was
usually hidden from view, especially during battle. He was a powerful opponent,
and one would do well not to piss him off. He slaughtered many a youkai and
human. He also went by the name Crow, a name that was given him, though he
can’t remember who gave it to him. He was a rough talker, and not only talked
the talk, but he also walked the walk. He was considered the strong warrior of
the bunch.
“Well she’s not in deep thought, apparently, her light is
still dim, so apparently she can still hear me!” Manta said, and began to pull
his sister’s hair, earning a place in the wall by Wolf.
“Don’t. Touch. MY.
MATE.” He growled through his clenched teeth. (Ah yes, did I mention he’s
also VERY PROTECTIVE over what is his ^^;) His long,
slender, yet VERY sharp claws were inches from tearing apart Manta’s throat.
“Family, friend, or foe, NOBODY>har>harms my mate without risk of their
lives!”
He was just about to prove his statement on a very wide-eyed
Manta. Sure the kid was smart, but he lacked hand-to-hand combat and was, heh,
extremely week. Manta’s hands were pinned to his side with one of Wolf’s, so he
couldn’t use one of his gadgets.
A soft, whispered, feminine voice belonging to Morgan broke
their adrenaline rush. “Hush now, it begins.” She said.
“We’re supposed to find out our master’s name.” Manta said,
only to have his throat squeezed by Wolf, who glared at him. “You will stay
silent!” He growled.
‘Yep, he is definitely
wrapped around your finger, sis.’ Manta mind-spoke to his sister.
Morgan only nodded and offered a tiny smile, ‘
She replied in her mind to Manta.
Wolf only eyed the two, he knew they were talking with their
heads again, and it irked him to no end when they did that. He always wanted to
know what was going on at every given moment. (Yep, he defiantly has control
issues)
They now listened to the shocking conversation that was
well-predicted by Morgan.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ryuukokuyen, who was expected that blow, pissed his master
further when he didn’t glare, but smirked instead. Grinning, he said “Was that
supposed to hurt, Master” He said,
emphasizing master and saying it in such a sarcastic, mocking voice.
The other demon growled. Ryuukokuyen always loved to test
his patience, however tonight was different. “You will respect me, and you shall
be punished. This cauldron holds your past, it will make your life a…”
“What past?” Ryuukokuyen interrupted, “We both know that you
took that away from all of us, your supposedly star guardians. All my past was taken away from me, and I only have one
thing I fear that I know of, and even you are afraid of it too.”
“Silence, enough!” The other demon demanded, his eyes flaring
a dangerous blood-black.
However, Ryuukokuyen wasn’t fazed, “What was inside that
barrier was in fact an angel over 1,000 years old, dead yet alive, and now she
posses a holy miko, who’s soul remains untainted. My job was to stop it,
however, I didn’t. You are afraid of anything and everything holy, you placed
your blood into all of us for one reason, so we could not use the Shikon.
However, we wouldn’t anyway, the jewel makes any and everything mad, yet it
doesn’t affect the miko. Why? Because she can purify it, and no matter how
tainted the jewel is, it still repels you. Why? Because of the dormant holy
miko you had killed 1,000 years ago, shortly after the death of the holy one,
who you raped and twisted her body, her soul, however, escaped, and cursed you
forever. Isn’t that right, Lucious?”
Ryuukokuyen turned his unnatural pure white eyes on Lucious,
his supposedly master had shock all over his face, and they both knew he did
nothing to hide it.
Lucious was morally stunned. Somehow, Ryuukokuyen knew
everything. That could only mean one thing, Ryuukokuyen was the fifth guardian,
and Lucious’s previous spell to conceal this truth, was weakening. “YOU, YOU’RE
THE FIFTH GUARDIAN! YOU WILL NOT WRECK MY PLANS, BATTOUSAI!” with that he
commanded all the demonic bonds holding Ryuukokuyen to increase their power and
attempt to shock him to death, to put him in utter misery. Lucious would,
however, stop them shortly before Ryuukokuyen’s death so that he could recover
and yet, be broken.
That, however, wasn’t the effect that happened. Ryuukokuyen
cried out then roared, his veins being shocked clear out of his skin. Suddenly
he thrust his head back and let out another, might roar.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lucious’s eyes widen, white light had engulfed the room. “NO!
I WON’T LET YOU ESCAPE, YOU CAN’T!” He yelled, but it was too late, Ryuukokuyen’s
soul, the fifth guardian’s soul, the soul that would eventually find the angel,
the soul of the battousai long dead, now escaped.
Lucious sent un-earthly creatures to capture the freshly
escaped soul, “BRING THAT SOUL BACK, KILL IT IF YOU MUST, JUST
BRING IT BACK TO ME!!!!!” He commanded and let out a massive army to capture
one, yet huge, soul.
The demons burned to death upon impact of the soul. A laugh
Lucious instantly recognized as the pest inside his head spoke, ‘
you can’t stop it, you can’t destroy me. Your first mistake was attacking her pregnant
mother that day, along with her father, and taking a part of my soul within
you. Your second mistake was killing the body of the one that I love, and
forcing her to seal herself away. Your third mistake was trying to imprison me
within this weak, dragon youkai. I can’t die; you can’t kill me or my love. I
will return with her, together we will kill you. Though we may die in the
process, deep down in my heart I know that our love will be stronger than even
your strength combined with everything your evil tainted heart consumes. We
will be born again. Soon everything you worked so hard to build will be
destroyed, your life as well. Love can’t die, though it may be weakened, it
will only find many ways to grow back, stronger and purer than ever before.
Love is weed to you, yet to us it is a flower, a flower that can never die. I
will see you again, Lucious, and unlike you, I can speak her name. You can
never say it as you are now. I can say it and I will treasure her name forever!’
and with that, the soul was gone, like the day the Shikon no Tama was cut into
a thousand pieces and spread to every part of ancient Japan.
Lucious growled, for he knew it began. He would do
everything in his power to stop it, spreading his gigantic wings, he knew the
curse was beginning to take effect and fade, allowing his features to slowly
begin to appear, his wings and horns upon his head being one of them. He
prepared a spell that was meant to erase memory. Little did he know, it wouldn’t
work for long, it would soon break.
* * * * * * * * *
Manta, Wolf, and even Morgan were shocked. They all heard the
mysterious soul speak, as if he was speaking to all of them. In a way he was,
considering Lucious’s blood was injected into all of them in some way.
“I don’t believe this shit, fuck.” Wolf said, he felt a bit
of fear wash over him, and at the same time he remembered something, a girl
about 5 with golden hair and white/blue wings came running to him, her silver
white tail twitching back and forth. ‘Big
brother, big brother :giggle: wait for me!’ the girl said as she ran to him,
a big grin on her face that reached her eyes, ‘You looked just like a bird’ she exclaimed then her eyes got wide
with fear, her smile disappeared, she grabbed onto his leg, screaming. Then the
memory vanished as quickly as it came.
He looked to Morgan and Manta; he was surprised that they
were hugging each other, and….crying! But what surprised him most; they had
lost all their deathly color and appeared bright, like angels.
Morgan was comforting Manta, her eyes like his were wide,
their memory was a bit different yet the same. Morgan saw her brother, and her
brother saw her, in this memory, they weren’t demons, but angels! Running
towards them was a girl with teary eyes, she was smiling but she was sad. Her
golden hair wished this way and that, suddenly she flew towards them. She was
dressed iny,iny, yet long god-like robes. She was followed closely by a sword, which
was moving on its own accord. ‘Morgan,
Manta, it’s time, I’m leaving!’ She lashed out grabbed Morgan, hugging her
to death. Manta had golden hair and chibi wings, he appeared next to the
hugging girls, ‘Now?’ he asked, his
voice of emotion, obviously not wanting her to go. She nodded her head yes and
came out from Morgan’s embrace, who still had long hair that reached her ankles
and gigantic wings, only they were both blond and white. ‘Be careful, little one’ Morgan said, her voice still soft, but it
wasn’t a creepy whisper as it usually was. ‘Please
take care of him, take care of Odin, he means so much to me.’ She said
They both nodded and took the sword. ‘
spoke, obviously speaking his goodbye to the girl he admired. Next thing they
knew, Morgan, Manta, and Odin were running, worried expression on there faces, ‘
out, but it was too late, Morgan, Manta, and Odin had left heaven. Then the
memories fade.
“What…What was that?” Manta said, whatever it was he didn’t
like it, the thing had given him so much fear, as if
he didn’t want to remember the rest.
“A memory,” replied his sister, whose bright color now
returned to its original pale, deathly color. “He will erase our memory’s now,
Lucious, though we will remember again. When it’s time, visions of this memory
will be answered to us later, for he can’t erase them forever, fate forbids it.”
Before anything more could be said, a dark light erased
every memory of this had vanished, though like Morgan said, it would return
later.
* * * * * *
End of Chapter 4
Authors Note: This
took bloody forever to write. I think I gave a bit too much info here. O well,
it came out good don’t you think? This chapter is meant only to describe
Lucious, the one that caused all this to Eclypsia, who now resides in Kagome.
Well what do you think? Please, PLEASE review. This took me FOREVER to write.
This chapter was
finished on Tuesday, February 17, 2004.