Death Wish

2

The sky rumbled and Kazuma looked up from the broken cherry blossom tree in front of him. Memories swirled in his head about a certain black haired regalia and he desperately tried to shake them from his mind.

Anger, guilt, sadness the different emotions clouded hjs mind and he tried to get rid of them, he needed do stop these emotions or he would hurt Veena , helplessness - how could he not have been there to save Suzuha? How could he had just left a fellow regalia alone. How could he, when he was supposed to be everyone's guide. Kazuma clutched at his head, trying to force the emotions out he almost let out a scream of anger.

But another clap of thunder interupted his " self-therapy session",

the storm.

The brown haired regalia quickly jumped to his feet, brushing off the dust on his pants, he quickly bowed his head at the tree and began to race towards the nearest shrine of Bishamon.

He needed to tell Veena about the upcoming storm. Phantoms would soon be coming out, and work would need to be done, the later they started the harder it would get, and Kazuma had a feeling that these phantoms would be bad news.

The frantic regalia raced through the crowded streets, twisting and tuning around humans until he reached a deserted backroad. If he was correct, there was a small shrine of Bishamon a bit further into the road. He breathed out a breath he hadnt even realized he was holding in relief, now he could get to Bishamon and report about the storm.

He moved around the corner, but as he did, Kazuma stopped dead in his tracks.

Right in front of the Bishamon shrine, was a huge phantom.

At his footsteps, the Phantom whipped it's deformed head around to face him.

When it spotted him hi  standing there, Kazuma could sense something so feral in the phantoms essence that he nearly fell back.

"Smells nice"

As a regalia it was always dangerous to be out on his own without his master, he could get attacked by phantoms and even by other Gods depending if he did something to anger them, but Kazuma had never really understood that sentence.

Sure phantoms were phantoms, but regalia could always draw border lines to stop them.....right?

As Kazuma stared at the huge phantom in front of his lady's shrine, he then realized just why that saying was so important.

It was because some phantoms, were just too large for a mere line to stop.

The Phantom shrieked something unintelligible and lunged at him, it's body turning serpentine as it leaped. The Phantom landed right in front of Kazuma and decided to use it's newly formed snake head like a battering ram.

The Phantom slammed it's head into the concrete of the road and missed Kazuma by inches, the force of the mighty blow cracking the hard concrete like it was chalk.

Whe it missed the target, it reared it's ugly head again, and prepared for another strike, and this one was so strong and so fast that Kazuma couldn't dodge it.

The blow hit him squarely in the chest.

The regalia flew back and hit the wall of the building opposite the shrine, crying out as his back cracked against the hard, unforgiving stone.

He fell to the ground, his body crumpling as his torn muscles shrieked in  pain. He had probably ripped some tendons and broken a few bones from that fall, and if the pain he was going through wasn't enough of a hint, then the white object sticking out of his right shin would probably do.

The Phantom struck again and this time Kazuma landed right in front of the shrine. Ironic, the shrine is so close yet so far. He laughed to himself and steeled his rapidly crumbling will, he needed to get to the shrine before the Phantom stuck again.

More muscles tore as Kazuma pulled himself up........ he lifted his head and dropped right back down....... as he had come face to face with a corpse.

The corpse wasn't that bad, it was probably newly deceased and of the feminine persuasion due to lack of rott.

With her (hair length hl), (hair colour hc) hair and her dulled (e/c) eyes staring blankly at the shrine, it seemed as if she was expecting somehing. She looked to be about about Kazuma's age and had dried blood stains across her chest. Her pale, blue tinted arm was stretched out towards a small ripped piece of paper.

But Kazuma didn't get to see what was on that piece of paper, the phantom had decided to stop toying with him.

It was going to deliver the killing blow.

Raising it's head high in the air, it threw itself down, the huge scaly head plummeting towards Kazuma.

But something stopped it. When it was about two meters away from the top of the shrine it just stopped.

The Phantom struggled against the invisible force as Kazuma just watched, his aching mind working slowly to decipher why the Phantom could get past that certain point.

Then it hit him,

the shrine!

The shrine was protected by the aura of a God. Bishamon.

Kazuma smiled at the struggling phantom, laughing weakly at the wriggling dark red snake that was trying to fight an aura.  But his laugh was soon cut short as fire like pain shot through his body and he passed out.

There you go new chappie!

Sorry that there isn't any of the lovey dovely stuff beyween you and Kazuma yet, but I prefer to do an introduction to my story and then get jnto the main plot. So if you could please bear with me.

I also know it's in third person form and I'm sorry if you don't like it, I just feel more comfortable writing in this P.O.V.

If you have any grammar help, storyline plot holes to point out, or any recommendations on how to improve my story, please leave them in the comments or just privately message me. I'll reply as soon as I can.

Thanks for reading,

                                     Elide Lorcan