The war was over, for now, the remaining priests, those lucky enough not near the gang, Mukunda, his father or Maze who had yet to appear.
The remaining priests and their V Proto-Men lackeys vanished into the darkness, back to the church to regroup and lick their wounds. He walked past the dead and dying bodies of different demons, some just massive eyeballs with wings, their wings ripped and tattered. Blood oozed from ullet holes tracing every inch of their mass. A few of the larger demons, like ogres, orcs, centaurs and mammoths were skewered through with specially designed long poles.
As he walked past them, one such fell to the ground in front of his path. He observed the bloody and detached hand of a priest still gripping it in death. Some were more humanoid, and their brightly colored hair was almost invisible under the sea of gore and death around them.He watched all this with an impassive expression on his face, this was reality and reality was a cruel whore. Triggah leaped down from the roof and landed in front of Mukunda. He pulled his surgical fashion mask down and beat his fist into his chest, bowing while holding it there. He cried out, leading his gang in the war chant of their motto.
This was a special night for all of them. For some of them, Triggah included, it was the first kills they had ever made. It filled the gang with pride to serve the demonic forces of the Axia Demons. The gang members had no delusions that the high ranking demon would ever allow any of them into his inner circle, they were content being the toughest demon street gang in Tokyo.
“Stay Hungry!”
His gang replied from the roof they stood on.
“Stay Vicious!”
Triggah chanted “Stay Chaotic!”
Each gang member repeated Triggah’s actions, bowing to Mukunda as they let out shrieking victory cries. This was the way of the demon tribesmen, humans in similar primitive tribes would learn of these ways and emulate them. They did this by living as the demons once did thousands of eons ago.
Mukunda responded in kind, “Vini, Vidi, Vici!”
The gang responded, chanting, “Vini, Vidi, Vici!”
“Very good, very good KAR-4OR! Keep up the good work, you’re getting bloodied tonight for sure Triggah tell your uncles I said hello” To be bloodied was the highest honor for a KAR-4OR gang member, they got a symbol on their mask and were able to kill with a gifted speed not given to lower ranking members.
They also got a host of powers unique to the mix of demon that they were. Triggah nodded and leaped back up to his family. Mukunda watched them jump from roof to roof until they were out of sight. He kept walking, taking time to look for downed priests as he did so. Finding one he approached slowly.
Screams from the distance made him smile while crushing the spine of the priest beneath the heel of his combat boot. It was then he heard the shrieking of a child. An arm reached down to the ground, to pick up the wrinkle faced, tiny white ram horned, small nubby eared scuttling newborn that shrieked in victory of being alive.
He smiled down at it, sniffing it thoroughly, feeding it some of the excess energy before covering it with his robes. He’d done so right on time as rain began to pour down upon them. The remains of the priests were splattered across the pavement and the side of the downed building. Their intestines dangled from street lamps, their mangled bodies plastered to the insides of their cars.
He noticed the priest that had approached him earlier, his eyes had been gouged out, entrails spilling onto the concrete that stained a dark red with blood. The demon chuckled, nuzzling the softly squeaking child, he stepped on the head of the young man. Feeling the crunching of muscle accompanied by the choir of the snapping of bone, it was a symphony an orchestra even!
He set the child down beneath a blanket and danced through the wet streets with the mangled corpse of one of the younger priests. “La la la la~! Isn’t this grand Reginald? I do apologize, I can’t for the life of me recall what your name was! It doesn’t matter really for in the end...” He pressed his cheek up against the blood smear body’s. “You don’t much life left in you to care about your name after all!” He kissed the corpse and got an idea, a wicked grin smearing itself across his face. “I’ve got a most splendid idea! Let us sing a lovely Vaudeville number~! A rendition all my own near the middle of course! Dancing in the rain never killed anyone, but hell you’re already dead so it doesn’t count either way!” He kept right on dancing as he began to sing.
“A sweet Tuxedo girl you see, A queen of swell society!”, He spun the corpse around as he sang. “Fond of fun as fond could be, When it’s not on the strict Q.T.” he cackled as he pulled the bloated body close to his chest. “I’m not too young, I’m not too old, not too timid not too bold!” he rocked back and forth hugging the corpse tight. “Just the kind you’d like to hold, just the kind for sport I’m told.”
He cackled as he twirled the dead priest in a dramatic flair. “Time for the chorus Reginald!” Laughing he kicked his feet in the air as he waltzed with the body. He smirked pulling it in close once more, before twirling it away from himself as he carried on singing.“Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Come on Reginald! You know the words! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Is this not the most fun you’ve ever had?”
He spun the dead weight around like a ballerina. “Don’t look so sad! come now, don’t be a cad! Clap your hands sing along! Such a wondrous and delightful soooong~!”
“Join in on this fine day let’s party the night away! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re! Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-re!”
“Before my song I do conclude I want it strictly understood that demons are as demons do! Just be careful they don’t come after you!” He spun the rotting corpse away and listened to it crash into a broken down car, forehead smashing through the windshield.He chuckled as he watched the body fall. His eyes glistened in the rain soaked slowly dying firelight as he slowly strode back over to the baby.
He brushed himself off and then walked back over and picked up the squirming baby with a wide, wicked, broad grin. “I’ll call you Shinobu, in honor of the good male who should have been your father, your selfish whore of a mother was an unworthy sacrifice, her death will damage things. Come Shinobu, Uncle Mukunda has many wonders to show you….”
He stared blank eyed as the street lights died one by one, as the street itself became a river of blood, half digested food splashing from torn out stomachs. Skulls freshly cracked and split, brain matter oozing from the wounds. Men and women priests alike, impaled on long thin red hair spikes that jutted up out of the ground. He smiled, father had been helping him clean up these vermin at last. He knew his grandparent was around somewhere as well.
He could feel it and it made him smirk as he grabbed a priest by the head and stared into his eyes. “You’re all so very pathetic…” he cackled as his other hand shot out to drive through the priest’s head. He pulled the brain out and bit into it as other priests gathered in attempt to attack him.
“Burial Applicant.” He said this calmly as his power reached out into the area around them. The bodies of the recently dead priests rose from their places of death. The zombie priests attacked the living ones near them, biting into their faces, necks and arms, feasting on their flesh. The surviving priests ran for cover as they shot the zombies in the head, the horde only grew as more priests were killed.
After a few minutes however the effect wore off. After this the zombified priests fell face forward into the muck of the gore covered streets. He’d been hiding among them for the sole purpose of making sure Miriam saw him before she died. Bodies of priests lined the sidewalks, he kicked one of them off to the side as he walked, vanishing into the darkness in a plume of wispy black smoke.