"Don't you see it? The bodies burning? Don't you see the bodies burning? I do."
Diro grinned, his fangs gleaming in the darkness. He stared into his mirror, seeming to search for answers in it. He shook vioently for a moment. His vision blurred and he heard something close to static from the television. His impaired vision fell onto his gun. He shook his head and picked up the meat cleaver that was close at hand. He looked to the mirror again, hoping he would see a different person. What he saw gave him some satisfaction. His fur was sticking this way and that, but it had some upkeep to it. His crimson eyes seemed unforgiving and heavy laced with insanity. The cleaver, now dangling at arm's length, shone dully in the poor light. Again his vision blurred and he heard static. Within the static he heard it. Yes. He heard it all right, but no one would believe him. No. No one at all. That was his aim tonight. To MAKE them see the error of not believing him. He cackled. Yes! That's right. He'll make them see. His upper body fell down some, making the cleaver almost touch the ground. He cackled again and swayed out of his hideout. He came to a rather large city after a half hour or so walking up from his underground mansion. He looked at his concealed entrance in the hill. Above was the chaple. That was last. Oh yes, so very last. He'd make them suffer. He chuckled and walked into the heart of the city. It was alive, even at this time of night, nothing unsual about that. He looked down at the cleaver, then at the few who were not stopping to look at this daranged looking man. He ignored them for a while, he was goo...
"What a freak" a woman said. Diro shreiked with anger now, launching himself at the woman, earing scared screams in his wake. In an instant he was on her, hacking at her with the cleaver, blood spraying over his fur and the surrounding area. Stringy chords of muscle now stuck to the cleaver, what was once a woman was now a bloody mass. He shot up, closing in on a man who turned to run. He cackled loudly. Enough for it to echo into the street. It sounded pained at first, then hysterical. He laughed all the while as he hacked into the man's skull. Bits of bone and brain sprayed from every corner of what was once this man's head in an attempt to escape the pressure of the cleaver. Diro could feel his blood lust growing, to the point that he could feel his true form coming to the surface. He used to be pained by this, but he could no longer feel it. He spun up from the ground, getting on all fours to chase down an old married couple. One swing of the cleaver brought the end of both of them. He threw the cleaver away, feeling as if it wasn't doing the job. He tackled a policeman who just finished calling backup. Not long now. He felt the first stage of transformation in a quick burst. Shadows quickly came to him, engulfing his body. They took their own form, giving the deranged looking, Diro, the true form of a monster. He clawed the policeman's face and chest, spaying blood everywhere. It splatted onto him, but the shadows engulfted it sweet smelling liquid. He felt another presence growing, but he didn't know from where.
"I'll flush you out!" his hollow, but horrifying scream came from the tear that was his mouth. He threw himself in the air, using objects as spring boards to gain momentum. He rocketed into another man, ripping him in half. He springged off the ground and backflipped in the air to keep momentum. He straightened out and flew back to the ground, hand springging off of it and spinning in the air. He heard sirens under him. SWAT. He used their van to spring off several times before he broke through, into a small group of scared SWATs. He swung his claws out, using as much momentum as he could to cut through anything he could. He roared and felt the second stage coming. The other presence was still building. He didn't like the feel of it. He twitched, the mangled remains of the SWAT under his shadowy feet. He felt the red lines burn into the shadows, making his form more solid. He felt the mask form and his eyes fade to a dull white. He shot out of the van with new found speed. He roared in the all too familiar computerized voice. He felt the rip that was his mouth become more jagged. He shivered and roared again, roaring all the way through it. He felt his power becoming more unstable. He rocketed at the other SWAT and police personel. He knocked over a SWAT van and crushed three policemen under it. He heard the click of clips finally being loaded into their guns. He picked up the van by the front end and swung it as hard as he could in a spiral, hitting a lot of them. He launched the van into the air. He could feel the power now, his final stage was coming to the surface, but the other presence unsettled him. He fell back as it unleashed and came rocketing to his location. He cackled and killed the rest of the police squad. He felt, at last, his final form come out. The armor fit better then before, the crimson blending nicely with the midnight black. His helm was shiney with the blood he had absorbed. The cape, tatered as it was, sweap up in the wind. Just as he finished feeling almighty about his final form, the other presence appeared in a firey wall of light.
Oni stood, growling deeply. He was already in his demon form, his claws twitching in rage. His aura was deep red, almost black, his horns, large as always, stood a full three feet from his skull, giving him the appearance of a bull in some light. Other then that, he looked like any other pissed off demon. He wore no armor, only a pair of tuxido pants and the tatered remaines of the jacket and undershirt. Fire slowly formed under his hands. Visible air covered his chest and arms. Earth covered his legs. The three elements hardened and became armor. Water rose out of the earth around him and attached to the armor, giving it blue 'veins'. The four elements combined created a helm that was rocky to the touch, the air around it lessened, becoming thinner to move at a faster speed, it looked like it was on fire, but instead of flames, water covered the helm. With a roar of anger, he charged at Diro, throwing his shoulder down and ramming him up in the air. The stunned Diro was helpless for a few moments, but quickly regained his focus. He spun in the air, gaining small amounts of momentum. Oni shook in rage and jumpped into the air, grabbing Diro by the legs and throwing him forcefully to the ground. Diro hand springged from the ground, kicking Oni in the jaw, who spun in a half assed backflip, caught off gaurd. Diro, using all the time he had before Oni recovered, punched him in the stomach as fast and hard as he could. Oni grabbed his fists and twisted them sharply in either direction. He flung his body up, spinning. He threw Diro into the ground, creating a cloud of smoke and shattered asphault. Finally hitting the ground. Oni ran at where Diro landed and grabbed his stunned form and headbutted him numoruse times. His gauntlets heated up and burned the flesh where he was holding the geneticly created form. The air around them lessened to almost none, cutting off their air flow. Oni ground out an unaudiable curse and threw Diro at a building, letting his armor return to it's normal state. Diro used that small space of time to launch at Oni and claw at the armor on his chest and arms. Before long, he felt his air flow lessen consiterably. He jumpped back, unable to regain his breath. He roared loudly and held his palm out. A small, blueish-black ball formed quickly. He launched it at the awstruck Oni, whom it hit full force. Oni's armor vanished completely. He growled and lashed out at Diro, who jumpped away and punched Oni in the face. Oni fell back, fainting. His normal form quickly surfaced. Blood flowed freely from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His breathing stopped all together. His body slowly floated up, engulfed in a brilliant light. His eyes turned a fair blue, his hair a brilliant golden, his claws quickly receaded and turned black. His formal wear mended itself and his true armor seemed to construct out of thin air. Two, lagre, white angel wings sprang from his back and a halo on his head. Diro growled and launched at Oni, ripping apart his face and exposed flesh. A grin spread on Oni's ruined face. One hand reached up and ripped the halo in two. Horns grew out of his forehead. The halo turned a deep red and his blue eyes became fully black, no white to bee seen. His face mended and his skin turned a dull grey. The middle of his eyes turned golden with cat slits. He roared as his devil tail sprang free and one of his angel wings turned black and demonic. He held out his hand and a longsword appeared that seemed to be breathing. Diro understood who now this being was. He was death. Death in mortal form. This outcast harbored one of the most powerful Demon King in exsistance? No... he was Oni. Oni, Oni, Oni. Demon....demondemondemon. Diro held out his arms, letting his fate come. The sword came down, cutting Diro in what seemed like two peices, but his body shattered into fragments that quickly became dust. Oni chuckled, letting his normal form surface. He wondered breifly why he couldn't die. Just breifly. That's okay... his body slowly disappeared into nothingness. He'd come again, when needed.
~Fin~