Fierce Of Flames (Wrath Of Gods Precursor 3)

Five: Soul Eater, Devour The Winds, To Blossom And Flower

QASSIANNE:
    Furious, I tried to reach the damned thing wrapped around my ankles, hanging me from a tall tree, a branch high off the ground. My legs trembled as I tried to reach my feet, just barely missing them before the strain was too much. In the trees, I could hear the hunters, my father's men, coming closer. I snarled, baring my teeth, determined to not let them capture me and take me to him. I swung dangerously as my attempts grew more reckless. My backpack wasn't helping much either. Finally through with it, fire engulfed my hand and I shot a ball of fire toward the twisted wires. The ball burned them, making them red hot, but not burning through them all the way. Gritting my teeth, I shot a stream of fire into the wires. They finally melted and I fell, rolling and landing in a crouch.
    I rose to my feet, fire lashing into my palms as they came into view. Flynn smirked as he saw me and said, "Easy Qassie, you don't wanna do that." "And give me one good reason why I don't, because I think I do." Without a word, Flynn and the other man stepped aside, and my father stepped into my firelight, a blade to Qass's throat. "I'd imagine you can judge for yourself." Said Flynn. I snorted. "As if dear old Robbert would ever dare kill his prodigy, his prized fucking horse of a son. His fucking protégé in every sense of the word. He wouldn't kill him at all only threaten to." "And how do you know that?" Robbert's voice was calm and quiet, as if we were discussing the weather, not the life of his son. "How do you know he's the one I want, and not you?" I frowned as my fire increased.
    "You see Qassianne, it's you who I've been watching closely since the day you were born. It was you who I wanted more than this." He jerked Qass in his grip. "It was always you I desired more than my son. You, because of your special abilities." "What, this?" I gestured and a fireball flew from my palm and into the trees, barely missing his face. "No child, do you even seem to realize your history? Where you come from?" "Well no shit Sherlock, I came out of my mother, who sadly opened her legs for you." Robbert showed no reaction to that comment. "No, you did not." He eyed me over Qass's head. "Your histories child are more complex than you realize. Both of your's are." He nodded just slightly.
    I frowned as my flames roiled over my arms. "What are you talking about?" "Ah, I'm so pleased you asked. You see Qassianne, you were not born. You were, made." My mouth fell open. Then, I laughed. "Say what now? You've gotta be kidding me, maybe you being out here in the middle of nowhere has you more fucked in the head than it does Qass because that's the dummest shit I've ever heard." Qass scowled but didn't answer. "You were created, not born, created for a spacific purpose. Are you aware my dear of the Keepers?" "Well duh, there was a war between them and the indigo." I waved a burning arm. "Which is what we are, ironically." Robbert didn't react to my quip. "I, along with these men, were servants to the Keeper cause. We faced down the indigo in battle, and we were there, the day they took down the King—"Who actually was an indigo himself, gee, the hilarity of the moment is priceless." "The King told only a few of his most trusted what he'd done, no one knew what he was, but we knew he'd created something. A thing that survived on pain and lust, on sex and blood. We would see it, and towards the end, it seemed he wanted it around more and more, to drink the energy as much as it could. He told us few just how he created this creature, the dark power he used to ensure it's survival—"You mean the indigoism he used to make her." I corrected him. "Because gee, he's an indigo."
    "The time he told us was a few days after his creation was able to be seen. And when I saw this creation, I knew that I could do the same. After that, I went scouring the lands looking for a suitable creature to make you and your brother out of. Your mother was not the one who bore you both." He made a disgusted face. "Weak simple minded thing she is. THe one who you both were created from was a deity, one who's power is unlike any others. I searched for months and years, until I found it. Deep in the wilds of Japan, I was able to capture a creature, a creature, none other than a Kitsune." "Ok, a, what?" I asked, absolutely confused. Robbert rolled his eyes as Flynn said, "Told you, utterly clueless." "A Kitsune is a Japanese creature in Japanese Lore or Mythology." "Uh-huh." I said dryly, drawing the word out. "And your, hmm, predecessor will call her, was an ancient creature. Her name wasAzuki, and she was—" he stopped, a look of reverent hunger on his face. "Something else entirely." "How deplorably revolting." I said dry heaving. "You wanted me so much you did more than just fuck her." "Oh it sounds so macabre and heartless the way she says it." Said Flynn. "I am known for my flippancy, irreverence, and heresy." I said.
    "Yes," said Robbert, his eyes glittering. "Because I had studied enough before I went out to seek out the creature, I knew enough to trap it, and command it to do whatever I willed it." He smirked. "They say you're to treat them with respect, and ask for immaterial possessions, such as long life or protection. However you see, what I wanted wasn't material, yet. She swore that I would pay for what I was doing, as would my master, but with the power I had over it, the Kitsune couldn't refuse my demands." I stared at Qass to gage his reaction. Qass's face was cold and blank, the coldest I had ever seen him. "I was able to demand she make two of you, a male, and a female. A wind Kitsune, and a fire Kitsune. With the both of you, I would be able to do as I pleased. Her soul, my dear Qassianne, is your soul. Your body, is her body. Your powers, are her powers. You are no mere mortal, are no mere indigo either. You, are, a, Kitsune, and as such, have the powers and cleverness of them. Why do you think you've been such a trickster and joker all this time himm? Why do you think you were able to pull off such insane stunts, like the one when you both were twelve?" I staggered a little at the news. "Yes, your blood demands you test every boundary, every rule that you're given, every cage. Why do you think you're out here in the forests rather than running through the city. Because your blood demands your freedom in the wilds. It demands you not be caged by cities and walls. You Qassianne, are a Kitsune, who's soul is over three hundred years old." "And, what about Qass." I demanded suddenly. "Oh this?" He gave Qass a useless jerk. "He sadly could never reach the same potential as you. He is but a weak Kitsune of the wind. Weak and unremarkable. Whereas you, with your soul being so old, you are a powerful three tailed fox. You should and most likely are able to claim items of power, items of power that'll channel the power you can wield. With those items, and the weapons of your choice, you are almost unstoppable. Able to use fox powers in illusions to create vivid dreams or terrifying nightmares. To warp reality to your advantage."
    "And any particular reason you're telling me all this now?" "Because you won't get away." He said simply. "I've watched you both closely as you've grown up. Watched the fox in you challenge every single thing there is. Watched this worthless shit follow every command I gave him. You will not escape, you will not leave. You're bound to me child, as he is, and after I dispose of him, I'll take you to the underground, where they'll find some good uses for you." Flynn and the other man moved around me. "And before you can even think to try it, you've no idea how to use your powers either way. Sure there's this." He waved at the flames. "But that is only the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more you can do, and I will figure them all out." Finally, I heard the movement behind me. I ducked, lashing out with a whip of fire that just barely missed Flynn's face. I saw a distant flash and cursed as I jumped over the flying bullet, forgetting about Robbert's shooter in the trees somewhere. "Be careful," said Robbert conversationally as I took aim and fired into the trees. "Don't kill your brother." I rolled through the dirt, and, felt, wires. I jerked to my feet a millisecond before the trap activated I dove into a direction as the trap sprung.
    I lashed out with a forearm wrapped in fire. Flynn dodged easily. I breathed fire and the other man jumped impossibly high to avoid it. More flashes in the dark, and I dove to avoid the bullets. There was a brighter flash and I saw something streaking toward us. I flung a fireball and the other man jumped that impossibly high jump, and the grenade caught him in the air. He screamed as he was vaporized in a massive explosion. Rage burned in me as trees groaned and fell. Boiling, roiling, taking control of every thought. Trees screaming, grass crying, creatures dying. Something burned my mouth, not unpleasant, energizing, invigorating. I felt the burning along my jaws, my whole face and head. Felt it deep in my stomach and around my arms. Robbert bellowed in what might have been joy. If joy could sound so dangerous. I fell to my hands and knees, my head bowed as the power screamed through me.
    Then, there was a fireball from behind Robbert and he dove aside, throwing Qassian. I screamed as my brother stumbled and a trap yanked him up off the ground. I heard the sound of huge gigantic wings and saw something swoop in overhead, just as someone screamed in the distance. Flynn slammed something into my head. Snarling, I leapt to my feet and whirled on him. His eyes were wide with terror as he stared at me. He swung again, and I caught the gun in my hands. My fingers burned with heat, though there was no fire, I looked into his eyes, seeing the sheer terror there. I planted a foot into his gut and sent him flying backward into a dying tree. I saw long gashes in his stomach before turning to my brother. A creature hovered over Robbert, something with long red wings and a humanoid body. Something, a streak of fire, landed between me and the thing and the flames roiled high. I felt, something, a joy, a release, something as I stared at the flames that roiled into a girl. She gave me a shy smile. "Hi, we're the indigo, and we're here to help you." As I stared into her face, something burned hotter and I staggered toward her. Thunder boiled, and as it did, purple lightning lashed down from the sky and into the trees not too far away.
    "Who are—"No time to explain. Wenzi, are you done with that?" THe girl asked pointing to Robbert. "Should I kill him?" "Yes—"No." THe creature, Wenzi, looked back at us, frowning as we stared at each other. "Actually I don't care." I said, turning to Flynn. He was struggling to his feet, his arm over his gut. "Stay down, or I'll open you up from balls to brains." He sneered at me, though the look was nullified by the pain and the terror. "Do your worst pussy." He snarled. "With pleasure." I snarled back, stepping toward him, easily dodging the wires all over the ground. Raising my hand, not really registering the long claws that extended from it, I sank it into his crotch and wrenched upward. THe scream Flynn let loose was one of utter agony and shock, guttural and wet with blood. I stopped when I reached his chin. "You're a bastard for even agreeing to this." I said into his ear. I ripped my clawed hand through his chin and up through his face, relishing the kill all the way through. With a savage kind of glee, I kicked him away and he flew into the flames. I turned to see the girl helping my brother stagger toward me, the other holding Robbert at, claw-point? "Kill him, right?" "Yes—"No."
    This time, it was me who said yes, and the girl and Qass who said no. Wenzi frowned and said, "Would you like to do it then?" "Sure—"No." Said Qass, more emphatically. "Qass you can't be serious, did you not hear what he just said, hell he wanted to kill you stupid." Qass stepped away from the girl and said, "I know, but we shouldn't kill him, let him stand trial at least, put him away sister, don't kill him, let him rot knowing what he's done and tried to do." I frowned, indecision roiling through me. I looked down, and only then, noticed the claws on my hands and feet, seeing my feet were bare, shoes burned away, yet my clothes were still intact. I shook my head. "Fine, but we—" the girl whirled around, a flaming sword appearing into her hands as she slashed behind her. Another winged creature landed before me, it's purple wings spread wide to defend me. Qass bellowed in agony as something screamed in a demonic delight and he was sent sprawling. Power, dark and hungry, slammed into my brother. I cried out and shoved passed the dragon-like creature and toward my brother. Someone stood over him, long black hair shielded the face from view, but their mouth was on his. She straddled him, effectively pinning him to the ground, and as she, kissed, him? I could feel something in the air, something, something—"Well FUCK, SOUL EATER." Screamed the girl before fire lashed into the thing's back. THe thing arched away and for the briefest moment, I saw a woman's face, green eyes glassy with demonic lust. She latched her mouth on Qassian's and he shuttered before his body gave out.