Second Story

[Sparkfyre Lyras]

Mature 18+ Only Please!


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Rose-Lynn, still in her satin pajamas of a pink top and white pants, apparently nothing else, and Spirit, wearing little more than a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, were challenging each other in a glare. They were circling each other, upon a large pit of sand; Rose-Lynn was grinning, but Spirit was all serious.

Spirit was the first to move; like a rocket, suddenly he darted forward, getting ready to slam a fist into her; she was doing the same, however, and their fists collided with each other. The sound if the impact send a rumble throughout the city, and it was heard everywhere in Rusalka, people suddenly scared to death, immediately jumping up and getting ready to fight. It sounded like an invading army’s cannons. In the meantime, both Spirit and Rose-Lynn had been shot backwards, crouching, ripping deep holes in the sand as they slammed their palms onto it to try and steady themselves. As soon as they were steady, they dashed forward and tried it again; both were far too fast for even a powerful demon’s eye to see.

There were everywhere and anywhere; a swipe could be seen now and again as Spirit appeared behind Rose-Lynn… she was leaping down at him from above… she had been repelled backward by a kick, and now Spirit had jumped up, propelling himself forward, floating next to her…. Spirit was suddenly slammed into the sand, and Rose-Lynn atop him, her cat claws stabbed through his stomach… he was free, and they were charging at each other again, Rose-Lynn’s shirt torn to shreds and one leg of Spirit’s jeans completely gone, with shreds of it all over the arena, with blood running down his torso from the open wound in his chest….

At this point they started accelerating toward each other, and were going too fast to track any movements. They were just two blurs, dashing all across the sand, slamming into each other, with a bit of blood spurting out every now and again, retreating after a thunderous collision, scaring everybody within the city, which, for this fight, was hearing distance.

Suddenly, they paused, gasping, standing ten feet away from each other. Spirit’s shirt was still on, in shreds, and his jeans were of the same condition. He had numerous scratches and slashes all over his body, but so far had only one real hole in his body, through his chest. Rose-Lynn had taken a few scratches and slashes herself, but had proven extremely flexible, enough to the point where she was dodging most of the blows, although her clothes had suffered- she looked like she was just wearing a tattered pair of white shorts and a very short pink cutoff top, now, barely intact at all. Both of them were grinning.

“Most fine I’ve had in years.” Spirit grinned at Rose-Lynn. “Don’t tell me it’s over already?”

She grinned right back at him. “Not even close, ghost boy; you better prepare yourself. I might just turn out to be too hot for you to handle.” She snickered, and her eyes flickered to the stairwell one second before she started running- the other way. Spirit wasn’t fooled for an instant; he was off, keeping pace with here; they were absolutely neck and neck. Not only that, but they were going so fast, they were literally, physically, running up the walls, side by side, crashing through the staircase without even feeling or noticing, as they were going so fast, completing seven rotations of the circular building per second. They were altogether too focused on each other, watching the other, trying to outrun the other….

They were running for seven minutes before Rose-Lynn suddenly darted sideways, ramming her shoulder into Spirit’s and knocking them both down to the sandy pit, where they rolled into two separate heaps, both on all fours like feral dogs, backs arched, watching other with deep intensity, before charging each other again. This time, however, they didn’t knock each other back; it was like two wild cats fighting, in speed too fast for anybody to catch, cutting, slashing, hitting, wrestling each other like mad, not stopping for even a second. If it was to be visualized in the spiritual realm, imagine a tigress and a dragon locked into a struggle, fighting like hell, each just trying to do more damage to the other than they were getting, neither caring too much about protecting themselves. No; self-preservation was a moot point; here, it was just a release of anger, a release of frustration, a desire to just fly free and wild, a desire to just hurt the other, possibly even maim them, and if they were extremely lucky, kill. This was a pure, straight-out brawl; there were no rules, and even if there had been, they would have been forgotten a long time ago.

Finally, the two combatants stopped; Rose-Lynn was sitting on top of Spirit’s chest, and he was laying sprawled out on the ground in a star shape. Both had numerous cuts, scratches, bruises, and injuries; they also each had several holes in them or even large chucks ripped out of them. Snickering, they both suddenly did their own regeneration techniques; both were now clean as a whistle, in the same position, staring at each other while catching their breath, not even a single bruise or drop of blood on either of them. It was like they had never fought. They stared at each other, not daring to move, for three minutes before they realized that neither was wearing anything anymore.

Rose-Lynn slapped Spirit. He slapped her back. She slapped him again, and then they had a slap-fest for a couple minutes before Spirit suddenly grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides. “Stop it!”

“Well, you’re indecent!”

“So are you!”

“That’s because an asshole shredded my clothes. What’s your excuse?”

“Pretty much the same.”

Rose-Lynn threw her head back and laughed, then sprang back suddenly, crouching a few feet away, tail swishing back and forth behind her, while he got to his feet, dusting himself off. She grinned, stood up, and snapped her fingers; a pink light surrounded both of them for a moment, and while the scraps of their original clothes were still scattered all around, they were both dressed again: Rose-Lynn in a new pair of her pink and white satin pajamas, and Spirit once more in a black t-shirt and jeans. She grinned at him. “You should be ashamed of yourself, you know- exposing yourself to a goddess. You’re going to hell for that.”

Spirit laughed. “Sorry, but, I’m already there.”

She laughed, and said, “Yeah, well, hell isn’t hell unless it’s hot, and then it’s just fun.”

Spirit paused for a moment. “No, that’s only true about sins.”

“And you know what the most fun sin is said to be?”

Spirit suddenly froze, and then looked up. “Oh my god.”

Rose-Lynn gave him a confused look. “What?”

“You’re a pervert.”

Rose-Lynn frowned. “Wait. So just because I’m a goddess, I can’t be a pervert, too? I am still a girl, you know. I still like guys.”

“Yes, but I figured you more as either a prude or, at most, a necronymphopheliac. I didn’t realize you like living guys. I thought that was why you were so grumpy, actually.”

Rose-Lynn opened her mouth to make a comment, but then Spirit suddenly burst out laughing, shouting, “joking!”- and then she started laughing, too. “Of course. Perverts, right? Takes one to know one.” She snickered, then stopped laughing. “So, are we going to finish this or not? I wanna have some more fun, Spirit- make me hot!” She and Spirit both snorted with laughter.

Spirit finally stopped first. “Sure, sure, but I think you should get some more protection. It’s going to be rough.” He grinned, and they both doubled over again. When they were finally able to stop laughing, both faced each other. “So, I’m assuming that speed is pointless in this battle? We’re obviously both evenly matched in that area.”

Rose-Lynn nodded. “Definitely. I think it’s advanced beyond just getting physical now; it’s time to take this to a spiritual level, too.” She raised an eyebrow, and both of them doubled over laughing one more time before they readied themselves for the second part of the battle.

[Sparkfyre Lyras]

Mature 18+ Only Please!

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Spirit cracked his knuckles and his eyes were no longer just yellow, they were glowing bright yellow. Lightning crackled in the air all around him; anybody nearby would be able to tell he was incredibly powerful.

Rose-Lynn sat in a sort of frog-like crouch, her tail twitching behind her at a medium pace, and the air around her rose to levels so intense even a salamander would be fried.

At that time, two of a sort of illusion appeared behind the two combatants, on a spiritual level; only they could have seen them and recognized them for what they were. The illusions were of a giant red tiger, with flaming stripes and glowing red eyes, snarling, crouched to spring as it hid behind Rose-Lynn; the other, behind Spirit, was a giant snakelike Chinese dragon, with four claws ready to rip and tear, glowing yellow eyes and lightning constantly crackling all around it, watching the tiger with baited breath and waiting for the strike.

In all the world, in all the dimensions, the rarest and most profound magical experience one can have is that their aura physically embodies itself into your spiritual animal; to see both the combatant and the spiritual form of their energy is an even more rare sight, and for those who have seen it, all but three have been killed. For the release into a visual state, it means that a magical warrior must be in a near godlike power state, and that they are about to utterly, utterly destroy you. It is not known what would happen should two who have reached this level fight, but it is assumed to be the end of the world.

Suddenly, the spiritual forms disappeared; they could only stay visual as long as their owners remained as still as statues. Rose-Lynn and Spirit shot toward each other; they stopped about a foot away from each other, backing up, and each shot something at the other, one a lightning bolt and the other a fireball. Springing backward, both attacks missed, and both brawlers landed on all fours watching each other like feral beasts fighting for survival. Up above, their spiritual forms appeared again, mimicking their movements; neither noticed. The spiritual forms would stay visible now, mimicking their every movement for the rest of the battle.

Spirit grinned. “I think we’re a bit too good for the beginner’s level tricks, don’t you?”

Rose-Lynn just gave a little chuckle. “I’ll start acting proper whenever you do.”

Spirit just nodded and grinned as suddenly he made a whip of lightning and cracked it at her. Rose-Lynn shot up a wall of fire that blocked the whip, and suddenly a tentacle made of sand shot up and wrapped itself around the lightning whip, destroying it. Spirit laughed. “I see. So we both control multiple elements, then. Let’s see what they can do.”

Spirit drew his hands together, and suddenly a green light appeared, shooting down into the sand; seconds later, a large fruit orchard appeared, filled with grapes, apples, oranges, cherries, and much, much more; the sand was still sand beneath their feet. There were also a great many vines and such; shadows were everywhere amongst the new forest grounds, and there was even a small pond in one area. Effectively, a full-on indoor tropical forest.

Rose-Lynn giggled. “Awww, how sweet! You shouldn’t have! All these scratching posts- I’ll never go through them all!” Giggling again, she and Spirit shot backward and hid themselves among the trees, for what was to be a round of sniping and minor brawls.

Rose-Lynn was leaping around the tree branches for a while, trying to sense Spirit, when all of a sudden he barreled out of the trees and smacked into her; biting and scratching at each other, they rolled down and hit the sandy floor; jumping apart, both Rose-Lynn and Spirit had lost parts of their clothing again. It was all too obvious- in a fight like this, it was bound to happen a lot. Rose-Lynn was only missing a sleeve; Spirit’s entire shirt was scattered around on the ground in tatters.

On the ground, they shot toward each other; Rose-Lynn attempted to scratch Spirit with flaming claws; she missed, and Spirit chucked a small grape at her, which caught and stuck to her left arm sleeve. Dismissing it as nothing, she turned around and attempted to charge toward him again, but he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the grape exploded, knocking her to the ground and splattering her with sticky purple juice. Spirit chuckled and vanished into the woods again; Rose-Lynn tried to get up but found out the juice was working as an adhesive. Luckily, at the moment, the only part of her that was stuck was her shirt, which she guessed was the reason for Spirit chuckling. Sighing, she tore her shirt off and jumped off into the woods to try and go after him- or tried to, anyway; as soon as she was free, a vine shot out of the trees and wrapped itself around her ankle, dangling her upside down. Hissing, another tentacle of sand shot out from the ground and sliced it in half, freeing Rose-Lynn as she shot off into the forest after Spirit.

Spirit, meanwhile, was dashing quickly away when suddenly large, razor-sharp pillars of earth began to shoot up from under the sand, and Spirit easily evaded these by jumping from side to side across them, in a zigzag pattern. Suddenly, however, they started blasting random bouts of fire at him, and, not watching where he was going, got hit by one; luckily, it only merely singed him, not much else. In a matter of seconds he was next to the lake, where he dove in and dived under.

Rose-Lynn appeared but a few seconds later, missing her shirt, and saw Spirit thumbing his nose at her from the center of the lake. Above her head she made a massive fireball, and hit the lake with it; the entire lake evaporated into mist, and she shot in, tackling Spirit, and while they couldn’t be seen in the mist, the tiger and the dragon illusions above them were wrestling in such a way that would have made even the gods stop and pay attention in pure awe of how intense their power was. From within the mist there were a great number of loud sounds, not excluding the sounds of hissing, tearing, ripping, and the splattering of what was likely blood.

After about seven minutes, the mist finally cleared, and Rose-Lynn and Spirit were both standing a bit apart from each other, their clothes all shredded off and not even caring; they knew by this time it was pretty much pointless to reform them, as they would just get shredded again. Both had taken a few scratches and such, but nothing serious.

Spirit started laughing. “Well, I’m thinking it’s obvious by now: we’re too evenly matched physically, and we’re far too reluctant to use our long-range techniques. So why don’t we settle this by a race?”

Rose-Lynn paused. “A race? Seriously?”

Spirit nodded, snickering. “Of course. To the other side of the arena. Ready? Go!”

Like a rocket, both combatants were off, racing to the other side, whipping through the trees like they weren’t even there. Both looked over at the other occasionally while watching the road ahead; both couldn’t help but like what they were seeing. Finally, they stopped, on the other side, reaching it at exactly the same time, where Spirit was the first to speak. “Well, I guess there’s no winner, then, right?”

Rose-Lynn frowned. “Wait. That doesn’t sound right.” She was suddenly standing only a couple inches away from him. “There should always be a winner. So why don’t we make it both of us?” Grinning, she and Spirit looked deep into each other’s eyes, full of both lust and love, drawing closer, enough to see their breath rushing across the other’s skin, nuzzling each other, their lips starting to touch….

And then the moment was ruined.

At that moment, a fuzzy screen appeared next to them of the bloody-looking body of Lord Shadow. “Spirit! They’ve come for her- Ishiki! They’re killing-” the screen suddenly went blank, with both Spirit and Rose-Lynn staring at where it had been a second before.

“Oh, shit,” was all that Spirit could say.

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(This is just a side-note, to explain what happened: on that day, all but one Wraith was killed as an army of gods descended to Moondane to rescue Rose-Lynn Ishiki, goddess of the soul; the one that was saved was saved by her personal request, and brought to the world of the gods. However, he was sold into slavery, and they never saw each other again. Years later, however, Spirit met one of her descendants, and soon returned to the dimension of Moondane.)

[Sparkfyre Lyras]

It was the largest banquet hall in all the city, it up like a lighthouse in a storm, with banners, bright lights, and a feast to put the gods to shame. Of course, as this was the world of the gods, it was doing its job quite well. The entire place was filled; a black tie event with about thirteen hundred guests present excluding their servants, at the top of the stairs leading to the entryway, the guest of honor finally arrived. She was tall; maybe nineteen, with tan, luxurious skin, wearing a dress of the finest silks, blue in color, draped about her body like a covering of a masterpiece. It was clear she was quite beautiful; she had a long, twitching black tail coming out of the back, through a little hole cut just specifically for it, and it was swishing back and forth nervously. She had some very luscious and glossy black hair tied back in a ponytail that went down halfway to her back, with two cat ears twitching out atop of her head. Her eyes were bright yellow, cat slits, as she watched the large crowd below. She wore just some very simple sandals, and had six fingers and toes on each foot. Her face looked very young; although she was clearly at least nineteen, she was also still quite naïve, and extremely beautiful. Gracefully, her body swaying from side to side, she walked down the steps, dissatisfaction on her face, she walked down to mingle among the people below. Her name was Rose-Lynn, and tonight, she became the official goddess Ishiki, as her mother had died three months before, and the approval had just been given by the council for her ascension.

She was wandering aimlessly through the crowd, not really paying attention to anything, when suddenly she came to a clearing in the crowd, at the center of which was Glaive Zefaq, she saw, head of the defense for the world of the Gods. Next to him was his one servant that followed him wherever he went; Rose-Lynn had never seen the servant’s face, or anything about them; they always wore a floor-length black cloak with a hood covering the head, with a turtleneck covering the flesh of the neck and a pure white face mask beneath, with two eyeholes. Whoever it was, apparently, did not need to breathe. It was because of the hooded one, the nameless assassin, that never left Glaive’s side that all the other gods and goddesses always gave him a large bit of personal space. Quite simply, they were terrified of it.

Rose-Lynn walked right up to Glaive. As always, he was dressed in an immaculate all-white business suit, white straight down to the fancy shoes he wore. His hair was pure white, his skin type was Caucasian, and his eyes themselves were pure white, not even irises or pupils. He also had two large angel’s wings on his back. He nodded in her direction when she walked up, holding a wine glass with (what else?) white wine inside of it. “Good evening, Miss Ishiki. I was truly sorry when I heard about your mother; she was a great woman. Until you get on your feet and everything organized, my men will be glad to help out anywhere you need it. Also, please allow me to be the first to personally welcome you to the official status of being a goddess. Pity, though, that all but one of the Wraiths are extinct.”

Rose-Lynn raised an eyebrow. “My realm is not exclusive to the Wraiths alone, and I heard that they were all dead.”

Glaive tilted his head one in the direction of the hooded one. “He’s the last one. Been a servant of my family for close to six hundred thousand years now, and through several generations, long before I was born. He’s a mute, though- lost his vocals when we rescued your ancestor, we think. Hasn’t spoken a word since, or aged a day.”

Rose-Lynn stared at him in shock. “You keep a Wraith that close to you? Without anybody to stop him if he decided to kill you? That’s just stupid; I mean, it was your ancestor that wiped out the rest of his race. Don’t you think he’d be a bit pissed at that?”

Glaive hesitated for a moment. “This Wraith- think his name’s Spirit- he’s a mute. He can’t say a word. He wears a reverse pentagram- the sign of evil- on one of his cheeks. When he’s not on duty, he’s training his body physically in as many ways as possible. He’s stronger than me, and is as bloodthirsty as they come. He always looks at me as if I’m nothing more than a worm beneath his feet. If he wanted to, he could kill everybody in this room within the next few seconds, with just one single, solitary attack sequence. Nobody can hear, smell, or even sense him, no matter how heavy he walks- essentially, it’s like he doesn’t exist, and then all of a sudden he’ll be right next to you.

“However, in all the years my family has owned him, he’s never raised a finger against another person unless we asked him to. He’s been dead loyal, and keeps our secrets well- obviously. If I were suddenly in a situation where I was about to be assassinated, with me powerless, this is the one and only man I would want there- nay the only man that I could trust- to watch my back for me. He’s been there for my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather, and all the generations before that. He taught me everything I know about fighting, and was the biggest figure I can remember involved in my upbringing. He’s the best damn man I have on my task force, and while he scares the crap out of everybody else- he’s been doing assassinations for my family for years; he‘s an effing invincible juggernaut- trust him with more than my life. In time, my son, Luke, will be his new master, too; my only worry is that Luke doesn’t trust him worth an inch.

“Now, come, come; I’ve kept you too long. The other guests will be wanting to congratulate you as well. Besides, I have some pressing matters to attend to. It seems a rebellious movement is starting to form in our city, an army plotting to destroy our utopia. It‘s my job to stop them.” He snapped his fingers. “Wraith. Time to go.” Glaive called over a waiter and set his glass down, and then began to walk away.

The Wraith, however, hovered for a moment, near Rose-Lynn, apparently looking at her from beneath the hood and the mask. Rose-Lynn couldn’t be sure, but, at that moment, she thought she heard him say, in a voice too quiet for any but her own ears, “My loyalties are only to the Ishiki family. I look forward to the day I can serve them again, my goddess.” Then, suddenly, without a word, the Wraith was gone, right behind Glaive, leaving the building.