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Youma walked down the street, Tachinori watching him as always from some far away and safe place. Good thing too or else Youma would attract far too much attention. removing his sun shades so that he could see better, his Saphire blue eyes shone like flashlights in the near dark. Far down the street, he could feel a strength that was greater than a normal humans. Sighing, Youma decided to investigate. "Anything to break the monotony." This phrase was said in a normal speaking voice, as if Youma were addressing someone, even though nobody was there to hear him.

Upon reaching the alley that the thing turned down, he narrowed his eyes. He had no problems seeing in the dark, but he found that the narrowing of hs eyes gave him a slightly more interesting look. Brushing the snow that had accumulated on his trenchcoat, he produced a flask of alcoholic material so strong, no human could ingest it and escape alcohal poisoning. Taking a large swig of the material, he approached the creature. He could see an energy leaking from something else in the alley, but it was a normal human murderer. Its energy was hardly enough to be seen, but it was there none the less.

Preferring to keep his complete silence which he maintained while walking up, he wanted to wait and see what this being would do. Many a strange thing had Youma seen in city streets at night, but only a few like this one, and one of them was mistaken to be the Jersey devil. Now he wasn't saying that this being was a four foot tall imp, far from it. He was just saying that it was unique and dengerous. Oh how he loved that combination in something. Its what drew him to Tachinori in the first place. The lure of powers greater than ny living being was too unique and too dangerous for Youma to resist temptation. He grinned, a simply apalling gesture which would send a shiver downt he bravest of human spines and send childeren crying to their mothers. I love the snow, he thought. It always makes things seem cleaner than they really are and when i make a mess, the snow makes it seem so much worse than it really is.

Youma smiled again. "Well well well, aren't you polite!" Youma's false bravado and politeness would annoy any human, though he wasn't sure what response he would get from this. "Clearly not human, yet you clearly still harbor some form of intelligence! simply astounding!" Youma lauged. The sound of his laugh drew the waiting murderer out of hiding holding a large wicked looking knife. The only thought on the poor humans mind was to kill the being that produced such an evil laugh. Youma laughed yet again because he came to expect this kind of result from t he weak minded humans. Once the knife penetrated Youma's neck, he smiled, being incapable of laughing.

Pushing the man off of him with a single thrust that sent him flying back into a pile of trash 30 feet away at the opposite end of the alley, Youma removed the knife and held it up to the scant light that reached into the alley. Eyeing it like a young boy with his first gun, Youma grinned. He licked his own blood off of the blade and laughed again. "My my my, was that supposed to kill me?" His bond with Tachinori, as well as his species, allowed the cut to heal almost instantly, as if it never happened.

Faster than any human eyes could track him, he appeared by the mans side who was now in a crumpled heap in the trash, sobbing and praying for repentance, begging to be allowed to see his mother one last time. Crouching, Youma held the knife to the man. "tsk tsk tsk. You should know better than that. You will get no heaven, no money, no drugs, no beer or women. You will not even get to see your mommy again." With that, Youma pulled Tachinori from the unspace somewhere near him where Tachinori tended to wait, and slit the mans throat. The blood fell freely from the throat, yet the man seemed more alive than ever. "And so you shall recieve hell." Youma grinned as the man was slowely absorbed by Tachinori, who would keep him in an eternal state of damnation, of fear and sorrow and regret, who would keep him bleeding and dieing for the rest of time.

Youma spun around with vigor, Tachinori having dissapeared back into the unspace, and bowed curtly. "Im sorry for that little interruption, but i am already growing bored of your company. Lifeless and dull with only enough power to overcome a human. Of course i could take you into us but such junk food as yourself could do nothing but annoy Tachiori. The man was as nothing, but you would be like a single little crumb, enough to remind us of our hunger. And so i bid you ado and hope you burn in hell or whatever it is you beings do in your spare time. Ciao!" Youma than walked past Rain and back into the street, looking for something more entertaining to preoccupy his time with. Who knows, maybe Rain will step up and prove to be at least a distraction like the murderer in the alleyway was. Either way, he had alot of time to kill until he could return home and continue his path to glory again.

Youma frowned when she took the blood from his neck. Than Youma laughed again. "Im going to be enjoying myself and you are coming!" once again, his false bravado and sarcasm permeated his voice, but what happened next was not funny at all....

Tachinori appeared, this time of its own Volition. instead of being a normal diamond sword held by Youma, now it floated inches off of the ground with the tip pointing straight down. A black substence filled the blade as well as an evil aura far more powerful than anything any mortals or even most earth-based beings, could sense. It moved even faster than Youma had before, seeming almost to teleport, rather than fly to its destination. It hovered behind Rain, black material reflecting her perfectly, but the reflection was flawed...

Inside the black substence was the man from the alley, screaming in pain as he eternally bled his life away from the throat. He slowly faded into impossible depths inside of the black substence, merging with a huge crowd of trillions of people of many races, most of which Rain would never had even heard of. They were all suffering in some way. at one point an old human lady was sobbig, bloody stumps where her arms, legs, and breasts used to be. She bled rivers of blood which forever spilled onto a child, cowering in fear next to the corpses of its dead parents, sobbing as the blood fell and the parents remained dead. At the other end, a man was grinning and laughing in triumph as he lifted the heads of his family members. The man had been driven insane on Earth and had killed all 7 members of his family. His 19 year old wife, his 2 year old tripelets and his second set of unborn triplets whose heads he appearantly clawed out of the dieing fetus of their ill begotten mother.

Yet strange races were there too. Beings many times larger than humans and covered with fur under many simmilar tortures inside of the sword were right next to what seemed like a mermaid with tail cut off and tied around her neck. Towards the back could even be seen the decicated corpse of Youma's father, marred with so many wounds both major and minor that his body was almost impossible to recognize as humanoid. Yet behind these people were planets. Whole planets sat inside of the black murk which seemed to entrance Rain.

The planets were almost as bad as the people. Tectonic plates on one were cracked and deep fissures leading to the planets core with the ruins of bizzare city scapes forever hung over the fires of the core. Another planet was desolate and lifeless, frozen solid when Tachinori devoured and destroyed its sun. It seemed that if one looked close enough that the tiny figures of people flash frozen on the surface of the planet, still gleamed with a spark of life and of fear. Their eternal hell as frozen statues in the wasteland of their once beautiful planet. "Oh the wonderful destruction i have wreaked with this sword." Youma whispered this into Rains ear, draping his arms over her shoulders as if a lover. "Do you really wish to join them?" Youma grinned.

Youma faked a look of surprise on his face. "why dear child," Youma said mockingly. "Why ever would i have you leave? The game has only just begun!" Tachinori began to emit a sound so deep no human could hear it, Though Rain should be able to hear it. It was so loud....loud enough to set off car alarms for hundreds of feet. It was all enveloping, but than a voice was heard over the tumult. But it wa sin her head! Tachinori so easily swept away any defenses to peoples mind that they almost never noticed the sudden loss of it.

Rain, began the voice of a god, a voice so deep and intense that one could never find all of the tones. it was like hundreds of people all speaking at once. Rain, you shall become one with me. Become one with a god! Tachinori was exerting a force upon her that could be equated to the combined gravitational force of hundreds of suns. The reflection in Tachinori's murk continued to pan out. Planets slowly became small sparks and systems like the human Sol became visible inside. The suns small and dead inside, the planets utterly ruined. Such a grand scale of Devestation was nearly impossible for any human to comprehend. Yet the moving and changing never stopped...

Whole galexies became visible. Entire galexies, many trillions upon trillions of souls captured inside of Tachinori. They were all dead, however, rather than eternal like the others. It was the scar from Youma and Tachinori's very last action in Youma's home, but the scope was unimaginable. Voices began to be raised in the massive deep vibrations of Tachinori, all of those people, voices screaming. Maybe it was useless at that point, but they all were screaming, 'RUN!'

But Tachinori had its Hold on Rain now. Youma was physically holding her down and Tachiori was drawing closer it seemed. Than Rain would realize that Tachinori was not coming closer, but that the murk was expanding out of the sword and towards her. Nobody but her would be able to see it, but it was like the opposite effect of a tunnel. She was in the light and ahead of her was the all encompasing blackness which led only to pain and terror. Only an action of pure luck could save her now, for example Youma or Tachinori getting hit by a car and distracted long enough for Rain to escape ((hint hint))

Youma winced as the woman bit off his finger. It wasn't pain so much as it was annoying. Lost limbs were difficult to regenerate as easily as a simple stab wound. When he was hit by the car, the car was probably doing 70 miles an hour and that broke nearly every bone in his body. The sickening crunch of the impact would easily hint to that. He lay on the ground twitching as bones reconstructed themselves and muscle tissue reconnected. When he finally stood up, he was whole again and the police had weapons leveled at him. Looking around and counting 20 different officers of the law, Youma grinned. "Well, let the games begin." The morning news would report that the police men all disappeared on duty as some kind of strike against the low wages they had been forced to take recently.

Youma had no idea where Rain went at this point, and all he wanted to was shower and remove the blood from under his fingernails. But when he checked on Tachinori, instead of seeing blackness that was the unspace that Tachinori normally lay dormant in, Youma saw that it was still awake and still chasing Rain. ((God that sounds corny)) Youma smiled and began to whistle some old song as he slowly walked home, knowing that he could not control Tachinori and that it would be useless to try, especially from a distence like that.

Now Tachinori was a different story. Tachinori wasn't giving up so easily. If Rain ever looked behind her while she ran, she would see a nightmare sight. The morning news would report this as some kind of earthquake or maybe a terrorist bombing, but the truth was worse than that. Tachinori was chasing Rain, throwing cars hundreds of feet into the air, ripping apart the occupants and destroying the vehicle. the tarmac was being destroyed by the force of the power Tachinori was exerting to reach Rain, but Rain should know that it was only playing with her. She saw how fast it was before and something that could move like that could easily catch up to her. It wanted her to run from it. It liked it. Tachinori liked it. The horrible multi voice rang out in the night, laughing with the hindreds of voices thing, sending chills down the spine of every mortal who lived long enough to comprehend that it was a laugh. Run fool, run!

Once Rain reached the trees where Tachinori would not be able to 'see' her, Tachinori hovered at the edge of the forest where she disappeared into. the terrible voice rang out again, but this time, it wasn't directed at her.

Youma, get over here. She ran into the forest. Help me find her!

For a sword, Tachinori was kind of bossy. But wait, Tachinori was ordering Youma around, which meant that the two were two seperate beings. This was yet another concept that was difficult for many to grasp. But before the godlike voice had finished echoing off into the distence, Youma had appeared by Tachinori's side, hardly our of breath despite the distence he just ran. "Just leave her alone. You didn't want her in the first place, remember? why go to all of this trouble just to off an annoying little whelp? what, did she get you angry too?" Youma had sarcasm in his voice but the sword Tachinori just gave out another one of those god-like laughs.

No. I just haven't had this much fun in a long time! Youma laughed at the irony of that. Tachinori wasn't hungry, it was entertaining itself.

"Well than, what do you call that city you wiped out just a few days ago out in Iraq? Didn't you have fun than? you sure seemed like it!" Youma nodded his head sagely. This was all crazy! it didn't make sense that these beings could be so powerful! And what was Tachinori anyways? was it really a god as it claimed to be? Tachinori's dreadful laugh echoed through the forest to wherever Rain was hiding.

No, that was fun, but there were nothing but humans, and they are just no sport after the planets and gods we used to hunt. You would suggest we pass up this chance to enjoy a more poweful being? Youma laughed and nodded before walking slowly into the forest. Chances are that Tachinori never really needed to stop and simply felt like t was Youma's turn to chase the thing.

Youma didn't take long to find her at all. As soon as she jumped into the trees, he knew exactly where to find her. Birds left each tree she landed in, making her path painfully easy to follow. By the time she had slowed down, Youma was lounging in a tree ahead of her and watching her closely. She probably wouldn't see him, but that didn't matter. If she did, she would run again and that would convince Tachinori to chase her again. It wouldn't be the smartest of moves at any rate. Youma yawned and let one of his legs dangle from the branch he was perched on. It would be so easy to kill her now, but Youma had no quarrel with her any more. He scared the living christ out of her and thats all he needed for revenge. Had she been human, she would already be dead, but her uniqueness is what kept her alive right now...well, that and the promise that she will continue to be entertining. Youma watched, disinterested as she began feed. "Ach, vile human flesh. Nasty. Maybe if she had something good every now and than, she would realize that humans were disgusting, but for now, Youma would continue to flinch as memories of the early days here passed through him; days of his new occult bringing him human sacrifices in order to sate his enormous hunger.