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Naraku reveals what is inside the mysterious vase, and revives Yenma
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Chapter 2: Coming Back To Life
Byakuya floated up through the air, the wind once again flowing in his face. However, he had a face on that showed he was highly disgusted by something... "Man, this kid smells worse than the castle..." muttered Byakuya, wrenching something from his back, dangling it in the air...
There, like he were a freshly caught animal that was to be cooked for dinner, was that boy. His eyes were blank and lifeless, and lopsided a bit, looking blankly into space. Blood and vomit poured down from his mouth and his open throat. It had coagulated, and was now a mat of smelly crap on his kimono and on his body. A few drops here or there still dripped out, and glass stuck out, ornately...
"Wow, haven't seen anyone this dead since I raped that little girl!" and Byakuya laughed, "I bet you've done some dumb shit like that... I bet all humans are worthless like that..." then, Byakuya decided to take a whiff off his dead body... and then retreated, gagging a bit, but recovering quickly.
"Heh... you are a filthy, smelly little human, eh? My master will be very pleased with you... I wonder why he wanted me to get you, though..." Byakuya taunted, then stopping to think for a bit... "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it is bound to be an excellent idea... knowing master Naraku, of course!" and he erupted into a cackle louder than any he had erupted before...
He slowly drifted down into the castle, and jumped in through a wrecked window... Byakuya had a smirk on his face... and then, he noticed something that wiped the whole thing off clean: miasma... "Miasma? That's strange... must be Naraku's levelling up again" grumbled Byakuya, making sure his nose didn't smell that stuff...
He made his way around the castle, meanwhile dragging Yenma's lifeless body behind him, down to the place where he knew Naraku might be: the basement of the castle... however, as he crossed the temple, he noticed a type of unease in the air... like... someone was watching his every move...
Then, he noticed something dripping from the ceiling... he walked over to its impact point... only for a shower of what looked like saliva come down from the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard Naraku's... distorted, eerie voice speaking from the ceiling.
"Byakuya..." said a voice unlike Naraku, "put the human on the table there" and Byakuya looked around to see a mouldy old table standing in front of him, with that weird vase on top of it, before the great Buddha statue sitting in the foreground, it's featureless eyes staring down at the echo, a slave to it's master's will.
"Take the vase... and open it..." whispered the voice, sounding very, very weak, "Master... If I may ask... what is this vase?" said Byakuya, taking the vase and carelessly slumping Yenma's corpse on the table... "Just... open it..." gasped the voice... Doing as he was told, Byakuya grasped the handle of the vase's lid... and opened it.
Like a volcano, a black miasma spewed out of the vase, soaring out into the air, swirling around violently like a tornado. Slowly, Byakuya realized he should grab a hold of something... so he sank his nails into the mossy wood of the castle... and hung on. However, when he felt his feet start to be raised, he sunk those in too.
He watched, in a type of shocked amazement, as the miasma then proceeded to fly around the castle, 'round and 'round, like it were looking for something... and then, it settled down, with the force of a face-smashing hammer, into the dead kid's corpse...
"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a blood-curdling scream ass-raped through the air, making Byakuya's eardrums rumble and fall in pain. He shut his eyes and tried to face the floor... in fact, if it had gone on for any longer, they might have exploded...
Byakuya's eyes snapped back to the source: there, blood flowing out through his entire bodies, cascading off of the table, slowly causing him to pale and wrinkle like a squeezed prune, was that boy he had killed. However... he wasn't dead anymore... I mean, what corpse yells and roars in bloody, scary screams. He had come back to life, by cause, he was sure, of that miasma.
Byakuya thought the absolute weirdness of the whole thing was finished... however, he immediately changed his opinion when another cataract of saliva came down from the ceiling... and along with it Naraku's deformed head, hanging down from the ceiling with veins, arteries and tentacles. "Behold the power of the dead miasma. Created from the stench of ancient demons long dead, buried deep beneath the earth..." echoed through the castle, deep and so heavy like it came straight from the abysmal chasms of hell itself...
"Heh and I found it" sneered Naraku, watching the abomination he had created gurgle and choke in its own blood, savouring every last horrible stench of rotting flesh and old blood in his taste buds as he spoke, "fascinating, the world of the dead... how delicate a life can be, yet how sturdy a soul can be." And he laughed...
"Byakuya, take him to a room, and seal him in" Naraku ordered... he watched blood pour out of the boy's mouth... and then for two, pale, lifeless eyes locked in a face full of fear and rage, stare at him, ready to pluck his arms off his body... what a powerful emotion that is.
Byakuya did as he was told, and took the boy to a room... Naraku told him that the spell took some time to take full effect, and the boy would not be able to move, hence giving him enough time to secure him... however, how much securing the boy would need Byakuya was not exactly sure, nor did he care
Byakuya floated up through the air, the wind once again flowing in his face. However, he had a face on that showed he was highly disgusted by something... "Man, this kid smells worse than the castle..." muttered Byakuya, wrenching something from his back, dangling it in the air...
There, like he were a freshly caught animal that was to be cooked for dinner, was that boy. His eyes were blank and lifeless, and lopsided a bit, looking blankly into space. Blood and vomit poured down from his mouth and his open throat. It had coagulated, and was now a mat of smelly crap on his kimono and on his body. A few drops here or there still dripped out, and glass stuck out, ornately...
"Wow, haven't seen anyone this dead since I raped that little girl!" and Byakuya laughed, "I bet you've done some dumb shit like that... I bet all humans are worthless like that..." then, Byakuya decided to take a whiff off his dead body... and then retreated, gagging a bit, but recovering quickly.
"Heh... you are a filthy, smelly little human, eh? My master will be very pleased with you... I wonder why he wanted me to get you, though..." Byakuya taunted, then stopping to think for a bit... "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it is bound to be an excellent idea... knowing master Naraku, of course!" and he erupted into a cackle louder than any he had erupted before...
He slowly drifted down into the castle, and jumped in through a wrecked window... Byakuya had a smirk on his face... and then, he noticed something that wiped the whole thing off clean: miasma... "Miasma? That's strange... must be Naraku's levelling up again" grumbled Byakuya, making sure his nose didn't smell that stuff...
He made his way around the castle, meanwhile dragging Yenma's lifeless body behind him, down to the place where he knew Naraku might be: the basement of the castle... however, as he crossed the temple, he noticed a type of unease in the air... like... someone was watching his every move...
Then, he noticed something dripping from the ceiling... he walked over to its impact point... only for a shower of what looked like saliva come down from the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard Naraku's... distorted, eerie voice speaking from the ceiling.
"Byakuya..." said a voice unlike Naraku, "put the human on the table there" and Byakuya looked around to see a mouldy old table standing in front of him, with that weird vase on top of it, before the great Buddha statue sitting in the foreground, it's featureless eyes staring down at the echo, a slave to it's master's will.
"Take the vase... and open it..." whispered the voice, sounding very, very weak, "Master... If I may ask... what is this vase?" said Byakuya, taking the vase and carelessly slumping Yenma's corpse on the table... "Just... open it..." gasped the voice... Doing as he was told, Byakuya grasped the handle of the vase's lid... and opened it.
Like a volcano, a black miasma spewed out of the vase, soaring out into the air, swirling around violently like a tornado. Slowly, Byakuya realized he should grab a hold of something... so he sank his nails into the mossy wood of the castle... and hung on. However, when he felt his feet start to be raised, he sunk those in too.
He watched, in a type of shocked amazement, as the miasma then proceeded to fly around the castle, 'round and 'round, like it were looking for something... and then, it settled down, with the force of a face-smashing hammer, into the dead kid's corpse...
"RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a blood-curdling scream ass-raped through the air, making Byakuya's eardrums rumble and fall in pain. He shut his eyes and tried to face the floor... in fact, if it had gone on for any longer, they might have exploded...
Byakuya's eyes snapped back to the source: there, blood flowing out through his entire bodies, cascading off of the table, slowly causing him to pale and wrinkle like a squeezed prune, was that boy he had killed. However... he wasn't dead anymore... I mean, what corpse yells and roars in bloody, scary screams. He had come back to life, by cause, he was sure, of that miasma.
Byakuya thought the absolute weirdness of the whole thing was finished... however, he immediately changed his opinion when another cataract of saliva came down from the ceiling... and along with it Naraku's deformed head, hanging down from the ceiling with veins, arteries and tentacles. "Behold the power of the dead miasma. Created from the stench of ancient demons long dead, buried deep beneath the earth..." echoed through the castle, deep and so heavy like it came straight from the abysmal chasms of hell itself...
"Heh and I found it" sneered Naraku, watching the abomination he had created gurgle and choke in its own blood, savouring every last horrible stench of rotting flesh and old blood in his taste buds as he spoke, "fascinating, the world of the dead... how delicate a life can be, yet how sturdy a soul can be." And he laughed...
"Byakuya, take him to a room, and seal him in" Naraku ordered... he watched blood pour out of the boy's mouth... and then for two, pale, lifeless eyes locked in a face full of fear and rage, stare at him, ready to pluck his arms off his body... what a powerful emotion that is.
Byakuya did as he was told, and took the boy to a room... Naraku told him that the spell took some time to take full effect, and the boy would not be able to move, hence giving him enough time to secure him... however, how much securing the boy would need Byakuya was not exactly sure, nor did he care
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