Demon King Ryuki
The Great Unmerciful One
Cold. The air was very cold. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground, and fell from the sky so densely that it was hard to see anything, even with the keen eyes of a hawk. The wind churned up plumes of snow off of the ground as if it were the fine sand of the desert dunes. The trees that thickly lined the area were just shadows against the canvas of white.
It was this setting that served as the stage for the ending of a story. But as with all endings, this stage was also host to the beginning of another story.
A young boy fell to his knees in the snow, tears running down his face. His cries for help and fear hushed by the falling snow. In front of the boy laid a body, face down in the snow, with streams of red ribboning the snow around, and a collection of red matted snow under the body of the man. The boy fell forward on top of the body, now sobbing. The boy's ears twitched as he hears the sound of footsteps in the snow behind him.
Four figures approach from the boys back.
"Ryuki, where has your fath-" One figure stated as they approached, stopping after he could smell the scent of blood, mixed with the scent of their pack leader. "Poor boy..." The other stated as she walked up, picking up the pup, who turned toward her and buried his face in to her neck sobbing hysterically. "Dead, daddy h-he is dead, dea-" The boy's voice trailed off into more cries. She nuzzled the pup back. "What now?" another said to the bunch. The lady spoke up once more "Let's get back to the den before we discuss this. Hyoske bring our leader back with you, he deserves better than this."
-8 years later-
The sun was starting to set as the group approached their target. The young man in front flicked his head to the side, motioning for one tracker to break right, and motioned for the other to break left. The leader, Ryuki, weaved through the trees straight, following the target dead on. His swords clinked softly at his hips. He sniffed the air, shifting directions, noting that he was now closing the distance. 'Run while you can.' He thought to himself.
It was this setting that served as the stage for the ending of a story. But as with all endings, this stage was also host to the beginning of another story.
A young boy fell to his knees in the snow, tears running down his face. His cries for help and fear hushed by the falling snow. In front of the boy laid a body, face down in the snow, with streams of red ribboning the snow around, and a collection of red matted snow under the body of the man. The boy fell forward on top of the body, now sobbing. The boy's ears twitched as he hears the sound of footsteps in the snow behind him.
Four figures approach from the boys back.
"Ryuki, where has your fath-" One figure stated as they approached, stopping after he could smell the scent of blood, mixed with the scent of their pack leader. "Poor boy..." The other stated as she walked up, picking up the pup, who turned toward her and buried his face in to her neck sobbing hysterically. "Dead, daddy h-he is dead, dea-" The boy's voice trailed off into more cries. She nuzzled the pup back. "What now?" another said to the bunch. The lady spoke up once more "Let's get back to the den before we discuss this. Hyoske bring our leader back with you, he deserves better than this."
-8 years later-
The sun was starting to set as the group approached their target. The young man in front flicked his head to the side, motioning for one tracker to break right, and motioned for the other to break left. The leader, Ryuki, weaved through the trees straight, following the target dead on. His swords clinked softly at his hips. He sniffed the air, shifting directions, noting that he was now closing the distance. 'Run while you can.' He thought to himself.