Resurrection of a new Evil

[Xailyn Rose]

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Xailyn had been planning this day for months. His strength had been drained rising from the spiritual plans of hell. His body had been easy to remake, the will alone could mend flesh. But the demonic powers he had learned and had already held where not so easily obtained again. Upon his return to the mortal realm he had been weak, and forced to hide, living off the weakest creatures. This angered him beyond all else, he was a demon not some mortal scum.

But one good thing came from being forced into hell. One could meet the most interesting souls when being burned in the fires of hell. One had caught his eye, and peaked his interest. The soul’s name was Railyn Fox, a Lycan soul. The soul’s determination to beat this torment was something that Xailyn found very amusing; the soul was not one to be beaten down so easily.

Somehow they had managed to form a mental link, threw the lycan’s power no doubt. They found that both wanted out of this torment, but both were too weak to try anything that could work. Till Xailyn rose up with an idea that could break them free and return the Lycan to his body, and then better. Threw weeks more of pain and suffering on both half’s they managed to bind their souls together using ancient magic that nether fully understood.

After the torture came to a point that it could not bend their combined will. The pain stopped, the demons of hell that tortured both could no longer harm them. Their wills bound tighter every time the attempt to sever it was made.

Now that Xailyn had pulled himself from that dark realm he was free on earth. His body still frail from the torture of both his and Railyn’s soul. But they had formed a plan to surpass their former power, they would both be unstoppable. Their souls had mended together perfectly, torment to torment loss to loss, their were no longer two shadow, but one complete darkness.

Xailyn stood over the grave mark, a twisted smile cross his face. His hand held over the earth where in Railyn’s flesh was rotting away. He had been told of how Railyn died, revenge would be sweet. With motion of the dagger, his blood poured down into the open casket. His blood mixing with the blood of his of his newly found comrade. The flesh began to restore it’s self, the silver dissolving away to nothingness, and the wound mending in seconds, the body becoming whole again.

” Consurgo meus socius , orior oriri ortus ex incendia of abyssus ut scrotch vos. Reus per phasmatis quod per cruor , orior oriri ortus iterum. Permissum animus quod viscus iunctum ut unus , permissum mos of cado fio.”

[railyn2]

’ Consurgo meus socius , orior oriri ortus ex incendia of abyssus ut scrotch vos. Reus per phasmatis quod per cruor , orior oriri ortus iterum. Permissum animus quod viscus iunctum ut unus , permissum mos of cado fio.’

The words burned threw the newly recovered brain. Railyn could feel the power of his ally pulling him from the fires into the world once again. He held no regrets in forming this deal with the devil. This would allow for his life and unknown powers.

As his soul met his flesh again, the pain was harsh. His flesh on fire as his soul began to realign within it. The pain left from hell was nothing in comparison to the burning now. His flesh even began to heat up as the dark energy of this resurrection began to fill it. His eyes opened wide with pain, his teeth gritting.

He knew he could endure it but the sudden pain had taken him by surprise. He had not been ready for this pain fresh from a torture session at the hands of hell. His arms began to shake as his soul realigned within them. His fist clenching tightly causing a few drops of blood to spill into the caskets interior.

As the pain fades and his soul rejoined his body properly he gasp for air. His lungs ached with the thought of new breath. It had been nearly a month or more sense they had been given air. Not sense that night when Kage attacked him. Though that thought ranged high on his list, the next event most certainly would be the most painful, but also the most rewarding.

[Xailyn Rose]

Xailyn smirked at his newly resurrected friend, though he smiled more at the idea of causing pain. His mind and soul was warped in the fires of hell, all he could think about was revenge and of chaos. He was the force, Railyn was the brain with that there was no doubt. He stood before his friend pulling him to his feet. “Glad to see that spell works, makes me wonder what the other will do now that our flesh holds life.” His told warm calm and cold, his red eyes staring into the red eyes of Railyn, he wondered what his other half was thinking.

He turned on his heel not waiting for a reply. He had done what they had both been told to do. The circle was set; the needed ingredients were now both there. He went to the circle and finished his over lying with his own blood. Half the circle was red with the demon’s blood. This was part of the ritual that they both needed to do. Alone they had been easy to kill, but once this was done nothing on earth would have been a match, save perhaps a Valkerie, but even then the battle would be one worthy of a tail or two.

He looked up to his ally, Railyn knew the ritual as well as Xailyn did, both would need to complete their halves for the ritual and the spell to work properly, nether wanted this to fail.

[railyn2]

Railyn stood watching as Xailyn finished the last of his half. The joys of being alive more then five minutes was you could have much more done. But Railyn didn’t bother with such words; they would not be needed again. He turned to the unfinished half of the circle. He toke the dagger from the ground, the same dagger that had spilled the demonic blood that healed his form allowing life to return. The dagger slide across the unbroken flesh of his forefinger, the blood began to spill instantly.

As Railyn knelt on bended knee to finish his half of the circle. His eyes rose up to meet Xailyn. Neither needed to speak to the other anymore, the merge of their souls had formed a mental bound, one that held even outside of hell. Railyn knew that with this ritual there would be no him, there would be no Xailyn, there would only be the end.

As smile crossed Railyn’s face. The thoughts of revenge often made him excited and now his mortal heart could show it. The blood poured from his finger slowly but freely, after a few short minutes the half of the circle was covered in blood. The lines over done as the ritual must have it. His eyes met Xailyn’s once more “This shall be interesting.” He said with a calm tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

[Xailyn Rose]

Xailyn toke his place in the center of the circle. His hand had stopped bleeding so no extra blood would spill into the circle till need be. He was nervous no man would not be at this point. The ritual itself made one nervous let alone if you knew of the outcome, but this was not the normal ritual. This was a spell and a curse passed on by the deepest depths of hell. Magic forbidden in the mortal world. But the spell would be complete as no one knew of them, nor that either was alive. He toke the dagger from Railyn’s hand and stood ready to complete the ritual that would forever change him.

He had long sense given up on his humanity; he was a demon not a human, not anymore anyway. His memories of the night he was made still held strong, as where the events that caused it. It felt like only yesterday that the boy had met the demoness who had taken his soul and given part of her’s in turn.

His eyes met Railyn’s then they closed the moment was at hand, the end of two souls and the beginning of a new life.

"Viscus ut viscus Bone ut bone, Cruor ut cruor permissum nostrum ero perfectus. Subpono ex nostrum viscus a novus vultus men vultus per nostrum bones. Fuel vultus per nostrum cruor, subpono nostrum animus a novus domus. Permissum resarcio of duos ago in unus fio"

[railyn2]

”Viscus ut viscus Bone ut bone, Cruor ut cruor permissum nostrum ero perfectus. Subpono ex nostrum viscus a novus vultus men vultus per nostrum bones. Fuel vultus per nostrum cruor, subpono nostrum animus a novus domus. Permissum resarcio of duos ago in unus fio”

Railyn walked into the circle and spoke the words at the same time as Xailyn. The ritual was done now only the spell was needed to finish their deed. Both had given up everything for this to work. If it didn’t then the reason for both to be alive was nothing. He knew what he had to do to get the job done.

He toke the dagger and toke it across his hand. Holding the small amount of blood in the palm of his hand. His feet where toe to toe with Xailyn as the spell began. He cut Xailyn’s hand as well, the blood pouring out into Xailyn’s palm as well.

As the spell said both would need to let the blood from each other start the merging. Both where scared out of their heads, because if it failed here and now both would never be able to do any form of magic or live any longer. Railyn tossed his blood from his hand past Xailyn, the blood landing on his. A small fire igniting and began to race across the half circle.

[Xailyn Rose]

Xailyn was scared to death of what would happen if this failed. The lose of his magic was something he was willing to risk when it was simply a idea, but if a demon lost his powers and then of course the magical bond that had been forged would send both back to hell, that would not be fun.

His hand ached slightly from the wound, the blood pooling very nicely. If even a drop split before the due time the results would be horrid. He watched as Railyn prepared to throw his blood, as such he got ready. With one last eye contact his threw his handful of blood. The small flame erupted around the circle meeting each other and mending perfectly.

As small smile appeared on his face as he saw the fires mend. The spell would work, the fear was gone, but the pain would soon take that joy away. As the fires raced down the small lines that intersected the circle. The flames wrapped around both men. The pain was horrible but neither screamed, at least aloud.

[raijin]

The flames spiraled around the two bodies no sound erupted from their mouths as the flames licked at their tender flesh. The flames danced around them as the light from the circle began to slowly engulf them whole. Both figures fell to their knees their eyes showing the horror of the pain that they were enduring but no sound escaped their lips.

As the light engulfing them rose over their heads, the sound of the fire faded. The circle around the two men began to chance colors, from red to blue, to white, to gold, to silver, then back to red. The wind began to blow dried dead leaves into the fire, as they touched, they instantly where destroyed. The wind caused the fire to spiral upward forming a pillar of flames that stood 20 feet above the circle.

As the magical flames melted both forms no sound arose from the circle. Both bodies seemed to turn to liquid in a instant, the bodies seemed to rise with the spiral as well. The two forms slowly but surely melted into one liquid form. The shock waves coming off the circle began to shake the trees around them slightly, more dead leaves fell to the earth only to be swept up into the fire storm.

As the circle began to cool and the flames die down. A light could be seen shining from within the circle. The circle itself was not glowing, but the form inside was shining with an odd glow to it. The colors were a mix of the darker colors, red, blue, green, black, etc.

As the wind stopped and the fire ceased the form of a man could be made out within the light. The form was of neither men, the form was taller nearly 6’2 where as Xailyn the tallest was only 6’0. The hair on the man was also different, the hair was shoulder length, were as both men had held short hair, one black the other blue. Though the length of the hair was not the only change, the color was also different; the hair had become snow white, as if hit by lighting. His eyes where not the red eyes of the two before him, his eyes were calm and eerie blue, the eyes held a calming effect to them, as if the eyes of a new born child. The figures form was human that could be seen, or at least the guise it held was human.

The man’s name was Raijin, a tribute to the Lycan that was part of his creation, the man who wove the idea of this creating. Raijin stood calmly as the wind died out; the circle began to glow brightly then faded away into nothingness as if it were never there. The man wore only a robe around him, to cover his form from the view of the world. “Interesting indeed.” Came the first words form this man, the worlds where carried along by a eerie calm