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The thick black smoke at his feet stirred up abruptly, his skin turning completely red as his body grew. Before the demons could run away, they found themselves trapped by the black smoke.
“I guess I should be happy for the easy meal.” Raijin said as he disappeared into the smoke leaving behind only his glowing red eyes.
A large red hand with black claws grabbed the head of one of the demons and jerked him into the smoke.
“Itadakimasu,”Raijin softly whispered.
A terrified scream filled the room followed by the music of tearing flesh, crunching bones and the scent of blood. This caused both Yagi and Ito to cringe and turn away from the sight. The disturbing scene seemed to go on forever until finally with a gasp of pure satisfaction the thick smoke abated and revealed Raijin once again pale skinned and calm standing in the center of the room.
The only sign of what had just happened were the splatters of blood that coated his skin and his mouth which was quickly hidden as he replaced his mask on his face.“Gochisosama.”
Yagi and Ito turned back around to face him, only to see he’d walked over to the door to open it and revealed a shadowy figure that held a small letter.
Raijin took it, ripped it open and read the contents. Irritated he tossed the letter to the floor where it flashed a bright white light before turning to ash. Walking back to his chair, he grabbed his fur lined trench coat and pulled it on. “It looks like you’ll have to give me better liquor next time.”
Yagi and Ito quickly followed him as he walked toward the exit.
“I’ll be sure to stock the bar with the best brands,” Yagi said. As he followed him out his gaze paused on the black ford truck was parked outside. “Who’s that?”
“My ride,” Raijin said as he walked toward it. “I suggest you stay back; my men aren’t the friendliest.”
Immediately Yagi and Ito stopped short, both scared to know just who Raijin would work with. Even though the Yamaguchi-gumi never dug deeper, they all knew that everyOyabunwho’d come before to oversee the large yakuza group respected Raijin like an Elder. It was very clear that Raijin was like deity to them, and if someone decided to disrespect him they’d be testing something that mere mortals shouldn’t.
Raijin walked over to the big ford truck, opened the door and got in without another word.
“And here I thought you’d stopped playing with those humans.” Someone said behind him.
Raijin didn’t bother to look at Alek. “And here I thought you’d stopped fucking animals. Tell me, have you stopped?”
“You fucked animals?” An accented voice broke in.
“Shut up, Castian.” Another person growled.
“Enough, where’s the new assignment Malcolm?” Raijin asked the man who sat next to him.
“Veil City,” Malcolm answered as he started the engine. “We’re going back to hell.”
“Hell doesn’t sound so bad,” Castian said with a cheery voice. “Demons sound intriguing, enthralling and spine tingling. You know what, let’s just summon one.”
Everyone ignored that dumbass statement.
Raijin had long gotten accustomed to the borderline madness Castian always gave off. “Did Tiller tell you anything other than that?”
“No. He just said come back and get to work,” Malcolm answered.
Nodding, Raijin leaned back. “Okay, let’s see what hell has to offer us.”
Silence spread for a few minutes until Alek spoke. “You’re not planning on not washing, are you? Because the scent of that blood is atrocious.”
Raijin closed his eyes, “Malcolm stop at the public bath before we enter the veil.”
“You got it,” Malcolm said not bothering to hide his amusement.
Raijin mentally sighed the only reason he agreed was because he also didn’t like the smell of the blood on him. It reminded him too much of the person he’d been before he’d been imprisoned.
555 years since he’d signed himself up for war and painted his skin in the blood of both humans and Beings alike. Raijin would never regret that time, but he never wished to reawaken the monster he’d been then.
Closing his eyes, he let the chatter of the others lull him to sleep.
