Recall: Part 2 [FINISHED]

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

[This takes place after "FLASHBACK: Martyrs and Assassins," but continues immediately after the events of "Recall: Part 1"]



Abbadon opened his eyes as his hand still rested on top of Shadow's head. Seeing this, he immediately removed it, still trying to digest all of the information he just witnessed. The whole situation with Shadow's past life was already weird enough.

But through this trip down memory lane, Abbadon learned that Oracle was the cause for both of their suffering; Abbadon for concealing his Heavenly powers within himself and erasing his memory, and Shadow for being the one responsible for creating Lust and Rage in the first place. And the fact that Shadow was originally supposed to kill him in order for Oracle to mend them back was just downright outrageous. Talk about irony...

Abbadon backed up, having a look on his face that basically said that he was scared and pissed off all at the same time. He remembered everything; his apparent pact with Past undid everything Oracle did when he mind-fucked him after their battle in the Elysium Gardens. But were his powers back?

Abbadon snapped his fingers; his mortal fire magic activated in all of its rage it grew to after that joint attack he performed on Arashi. But suddenly, the flam started to die. And in it's place was a black flame just about as ferocious if not more.

"Chaos..." Abbadon said as he grabbed the flame to extinguish it. He looked around the infirmary to see the dog he called Roiyaru in his little spirit walk. He smiled at him, finally able to find the name familiar.

"Hey, Roi..."

[Roiyaru]

There was a look of shock and disgust on his master's face as he finally came out of his experience. He watched him figure out that he was born not with the powers of fire, but of chaos. He even heard him say it out loud as if to assure that what he was seeing was real when he summoned it himself. That's when he saw him look at Roiyaru with a smile he found all too familiar.

"Hey, Roi," he said.

Roiyaru smiled as he walked toward his master. "You... you remember?"

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon knelt down and pet Roiyaru's head. "Everything," he answered. "Good to see you again, Roiyaru."

That's when Abbadon noticed something wrong. He frowned when he noticed that Roiyaru's left eye was scarred closed.

"Roiyaru," he said, "what happened to your eye?"

[Roiyaru]

"Roiyaru, what happened to your eye?"

Roiyaru frowned and looked away from his master, ashamed to look him in the eyes to admit his disfigurement.

"Arashi," he told him. "He slashed my eye during our battle after I transported you and Shadow to safety."

Roiyaru looked at Abbadon. "It's just a flesh wound, master; nothing more."

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon frowned once he heard Roiyaru tell him that flying bloodbath Arashi was the one responsible for leaving his dog's right eye completely useless. What was even more frustrating was when he heard him tell him that it didn't matter.

"Bullshit," he said to his dogs reply. "No one hurts my dog and thinks they can get away with it!"

Abbadon stood up, still staring at his sprite. He then looked back over at Shadow with the same intense frown that looked like he was getting ready to slay an entire tribe of Africans or something like that.

"You okay, bro?"

[Akuma Shadow]

Shadow's right eye twitched and whenever his eye twitched, his right eye most deafeningly, he was pissed. The whole mind warp thing answer questions that had plagued Shadow for quite sometimes like why he was right handed and the biggest one of all, the reason why Rage and Lust were with him. None of that made him made him pissed.

It was the person for which those things happen that he was pissed off at. The person that he went to take it all away only to learn that he did that himself. When Shadow find him, he would kill him, no questions asked.

"Oracle..." he said as looked at the wall.

"You okay, bro?"

Shadow soon snapped out of his angry thoughts as he heard Abbadon speak to him. He sighed.

"I'm okay. I just found out that I was an Archangel. But because I'm Akuma Shadow, it had to be the fucked up! I HAD to be gay in a past life, I HAD to have learn that maybe because I'm right handed, it's because Oracle cut my, well not mine but my past life, freaking ARM OFF! Oh, I'm not done yet, Oracle, the spineless mother fucker of a prick made LUST AND FUCKING RAGE and now I have to deal with those two while knowing what the hell happen. Oh, yeah, I'm okay, just peachy. I'm SHADOW FUCKING HAPPY!"

Swinging his right hand in a back slap, fire went toward a wall, burning it. Closing his hand, it ceased before burning the whole wall.

"Abbadon," he spoke, "If you don't kill that son of a bitch, I will."

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon watched blankly as he saw Shadow's tantrum. Whereas he knew he perfectly had the right to react that way after seeing everything that they saw, he heard all of this shit before come out of his own mouth. Every time Oracle interfered with his life here in the Ningenkai, he reacted the same way; ready to tear someone's head off their shoulders. So in a way, everything he saw was pretty boring.

When he saw Shadow punch the wall in anger, Abbadon blinked rapidly, keeping hi blank look on his face.

"No, seriously," he said. "You okay?"

"Abbadon," Shadow said, "if you don't kill that son of a bitch, I will."

Abbadon chuckled. "Please," he said as he rested his hand on Roiyaru's head. "You don't have to tell me twice." He pointed at Shadow with his free hand. "But first I wanna find that suicide bleeder Arashi. He's gonna pay for what he did to Roiyaru."

[Akuma Shadow]

Shadow made a slight nod as he got out of the bed.

"We have no way of tracking him, at least not at the moment we do but it doesn't mean that we can't search for him." Grabbing his clothes that were laying there on the chair next to him, he went to a curtain, pulled it around him, and began to change in them.

"But who would have guess that I was friends with you in a past life," Shadow said as he pulled on his black jeans and shirt, "You have to be old as shit...." Pulling the curtain open again.

"One more thing...I am not gay, I don't like you in that way...." he said with a smile.

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon made a "what the fuck does that even mean?" kind of look after hearing what Shadow said after he came from behind the curtain (damn, that was close to being "closet"). He shook his head with a frown.

"Were you expecting me to be disappointed...?" he asked sarcastically.

[Akuma Shadow]

"I don't know, were you?" Shadow said back toward Abbadon. He laughed as he took his blade and placed it on his right shoulder. "Nothing happen to HQ while I was a sleep or when we're going down memory lane, did it? Never mind, don't answer it...."

"Now what do we do....Do we hunt Arashi or do we go after Oracle and settle a score. I'm asking you only because you already have a score with each of these fine gentlemen...

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Shadow had Abbadon at a standstill as he gave him two choices. Either go after Oracle; the wingless prick that fucked up both of their lives. or go after Arashi; the suicide super-bleeder that hurt one of his oldest and trust-worthy companions.

Now if this was just any other day, he would immediately have said "fuck Arashi; I want Oracle's head on a flaming Crucifix hanging upside down!" But that would have been a day before Abbadon knew that the Sword of Darkness was possessed by his sprite he didn't know he had until today. Now that he was aware of Roiyaru's presence, he sort of felt responsible for his disfigurement. And whenever Abbadon felt responsible for someone else, that told you instantly that something was wrong.

When he first awoke in the sands of Egypt and found the Sword of Darkness follow him from Heaven, Abbadon had no emotions to show toward anyone. It wasn't until he took up his pupil DarkCloud when he actually showed any. Now that Abbadon knew that the reasoning for this was also thanks to Oracle, it only made him want to retreat back to that way of thinking because of how comfortable he found it.

But then he stared into the good eye of Roiyaru and found something familiar in it; something he thought he would never find in anything else. He found love. There's no doubt that back in Heaven, this dog was his outlet for all of his emotions he felt toward anyone he met. He was his anger and he was his sorrow. He was his joy and he was his pain. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind; Abbadon loved that dog with every joint in his body. And he felt sorry for himself that he allowed what happened to him all those years to pass.

Abbadon once again got down to Roiyaru's level. He wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his head on his, finding comfort being near his dog again.

"Oracle..." Abbadon began to say to Shadow before he had to stop and swallow the lump in his throat. "Oracle will have to wait. Arashi has to pay for what he did to Roiyaru."

[Roiyaru]

Roiyaru looked up at both his master and at Shadow, watching the two start to discuss matters as if neither of them had left heaven at all. Watching his master's sarcasm toward Akuma and hearing Shadow's quick yet effective comebacks were comforting to him. With this level of friendship between his master and his reincarnated friend, there was a greater possibility that things could quickly return back to normal.

That's when he heard Shadow give his master a choice as to who he would want to pursue first; Oracle or Arashi. To Roiyaru, he could care less as to who he would want to pursue himself. But he knew that he was not at the liberty to acknowledge his opinion; it was up to his master. He looked at him with the gaze he would use whenever he was indeed happy for him, regardless if he was only able to do it with one eye.

That's when he saw his master once again kneel down to him, this time embracing him like he did in situations past and holding him affectionately. That's when he heard him say it.

"Oracle will have to wait. Arashi has to pay for what he did to Roiyaru."

Roiyaru was overwhelmed instantly. It was as if he was starting to revert back to the being he knew before Oracle tampered with his mind. He closed his eyes and smiled, comforting his master with a slight nuzzle of his red fur against his ear. He didn't say anything; if he did, he would have been looked upon as being haughty; as if his master was supposed to avenge any wrongdoings toward the sprite. Instead, he just enjoyed the touch of his master; something that he had missed for a very long time.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi flew from the open gap in existence that was his portal and flipped to the ground. His wings in the form of the smoggy cloak of chaos and swirling freely around him. His eyes dark with uncertainty at what exactly he should do next. The mortal realm was just as unfreindly to him now as the realms of heaven and hell. he looked around half expecting to see wanted posters here as well. The fact that retrieving his young sister was so difficult was eye opening, and painful. Arashi had no home, and all he wanted was the security of having something make sense. His life was in chaos, and that fact seemed to force darkness into his heart, and anger into his veins. The unstable state of his life was the fault of a hateful father... all fell from there. Arashi could even blame his falling on Toll, if it had not been for the fact that he knew what he was and accepted it. He was in no way fit to be an upright.

"Arashi.. is this really necessary? You know there is no chance of being accepted into hell again. Not with Tomo in charge. You saw the extent to which you are being hunted." The sweet voice of the sprite rang as she stepped from the portal standing behind Arashi. She looked up at the building in front of them, a quaint little flower shop in the middle of a normal street. She folded her arms and flipped her hair back and sighed. Arashi looked up and thought through his options, using every moment in his memories as reference and still finding himself unable to reach a better decision. There was no place his memories could take him. He knew of other realms, and he knew of the ways to get there, but he was void of the experience and ability to access the places in distant memory.

"Where else can I go? Where is there a place of peace for me? I've never been safe in any place other then hell... not once in my life was I able to sleep knowing peace before then," speaking with a low and wavering tone Arashi clenched his fists. The sword meant peace, peace through power, all he could rely on was power now. With a slow understanding of his path, he cursed Oracle and thanked him all at once for this mission. It was his best option and such a luring one at that.

"What would she think about this Arashi?" Ranmyaku asked calmly.

"My sister has been taught rules and has her own thoughts.. but she wouldn't disapprove of this course... i don't believe so at least."

"I would hope not... she's only a year younger then you... don't count her out yet."

Arashi grinned, his sister had proved herself as odd a slave as his hopes had begged. She thought freely and acted to a set of rules all her own. Aside from her innate subservience, she was a proper sibling, or as close to one Arashi could hope to have. Seeing as the day was already falling into dusk Arashi readied himself on starting the party up now. He poured power into the swirling mass around him and alerted his adversaries to his presence without destroying anything. He forced the blade embedded in his right forearm out in order to bleed and allowed the blood to pool at his feet. Arashi allowed the blade to return into his flesh as the pool of blood grew wide enough to act as a platform for the fallen. Arashi rose on the platform of blood and allowed the maelstrom of chaos around him to wash around him with a furry equal to his darkest intentions. Arashi hovered outside the building about twenty feet from the earth, awaiting the coming battle. Ranmyaku flying lazily beside him as if gravity held no power over her.

The energy of Arashi's chaos bathed the area and saturated the nearby buildings, altering and manipulating the form of the nearby area into something unnatural. It looked as if the area had been sent into a warped dimension in itself, and it made the battlefield a fitting background. The young fallen then bellowed into the setting sun and whomever may be in earshot.

"COME OUT AKUMA...ABBADON! FACE ME! I KNOW YOU FEEL MY PRESENCE"

[Roiyaru]

Roiyaru's eyes opened immediately. Something wicked was near. He could sense a sage of chaos near the liaison building of the Devil Saints. It was wicked and fierce; Roiyaru could sense the magic changing the environment around it. And although the beast reacted to the sudden change in the atmosphere as if this was new to him, Roiyaru found the magic all too familiar.

Arashi...

"COME OUT AKUMA...ABBADON! FACE ME! I KNOW YOU FEEL MY PRESENCE"

Roiyaru had hoped the fallen would have given up this foolish attempt to try and steal the Sword of Darkness from his master after their brawl that ended for Roiyaru with a useless eye. But it seemed that thought was nothing but wishful thinking. He looked at his master, breaking the affection line that he established, in attempt to warn him.

"Master..."

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

"COME OUT AKUMA...ABBADON! FACE ME! I KNOW YOU FEEL MY PRESENCE"

Abbadon rose his head instantly, not only hearing the call but also sensing Roiyaru's sudden disturbance, causing him to sense the chaos magic near. He looked behind him at the direction he heard the declaration as he felt Roiyaru move his head.

Son of a bitch...

"Master..."

"I know," Abbadon interrupted his sprite as he started to stand. "I feel it too."

Abbadon could only guess who this could be. Expecting Arashi to follow Shadow and himself here was never part of the equation to him. He grabbed the handle of the Sword of Darkness with his left hand out of instinct and placed his right on Roiyaru's head. He glanced behind him to see Shadow.

"Bro?" he told him. "We got company..."

[Akuma Shadow]

"COME OUT AKUMA...ABBADON! FACE ME! I KNOW YOU FEEL MY PRESENCE"

Shadow turn his head toward the door and then at Abbadon, making a loud sigh as he did both actions. This was only a ploy for he felt that anger, that pure blood lust all over again.

Nice to know that he likes to finish this....Rage finally spoke. Lust only laughed. "Nice to know that you guys are still around..." Shadow spoke with a grin. The alarm system went off, sensing the unknown energy. it was high pitch and all that was said was:

ALERT! UNKNOWN PRESENT. THE BUILDING WILL GO IN LEVEL 4 LOCK DOWN!

Shadow made a slight nod. "We better get going," Shadow started, "this place is going to go on lock down in five minutes." He went toward the door and left out, heading to the front door.

When he got up to the front of the shop, he paused. The skies were darken and the windows of the shop were of blood color.

"I am going to kill that prick..." Shadow said as he went to the door and turn the knob.

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon nodded at Shadow's statement after hearing the alarm system go off for himself.

"Right," he said as he watched Shadow leave. He then gestured toward Roiyaru. "Come on, boy," he told his sprite as he followed Shadow into the Flower Shop.

As Abbadon walked, his face became as serious as ever.

<What can you sense from him, Roiyaru?> he asked him through their private thought channel.

[Roiyaru]

"Come on, boy," he heard his master call.

Roiyaru's face grew as serious as stone as he walked with his master. "Yes, master," he replied. Roiyaru quickly followed him out of the infirmary and into the Flower Shop, making sure he was always by his master's side.

<What can you sense from him, Roiyaru?> he heard his master ask him mentally.

<Fear,> he began. <Anger. A sense of insecurity. So many things are running through his mind that it is rather hard to tell what exactly it is that is motivating his visit here.>

[Hakaisha Abbadon]

Abbadon chuckled a bit under his breath as he heard his sprite's response.

<I guess we'll just have to find out the hard way then,> Abbadon said to Roiyaru, <won't we?>

The Archangel watched Shadow open the door leading outside the flower shop, exiting first. Abbadon exited second, followed by his sprite Roiyaru. Abbadon placed his right hand in his pants pocket, leaving his left to rest on the handle of the Sword of Darkness. He stared at Arashi as he stood on an elevated platform in front of them, made out of his own blood no less.

Abbadon chuckled as a smile crept on his face with an odd mixture of friendliness and arrogance. He knew sooner or later this was going to turn into another full-fledged battle. But now that Abbadon had most of his original powers back under his belt after his trip with the past element bonded with him, he was ready to give this super-bleeder a run for his money.

"Hey, Arashi," he said to him very smug-like. "We were just talking about you..."

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi stood atop his bloody pedestal high above the three beings he saw exit the shop. His eyes grew cold and his face held the expression of someone accepting his fate. The way he held himself had an eerie pride, backed by a vicious chaos. The calm present in his face was betrayed by the vortex of excited chaos surrounding him and the instability of the once normal neighborhood. Arashi wondered what would come of this battle, the dog was a chaos sprite. The last fight he'd had wasn't so pleasant, though he had been crazed and Ranmyaku had been put out of commission early. this time though, this time Arashi was under control, his distressed dulled by accepting his situation. Arashi was an outcast, faithful to a realm that wanted his head. He was sure his power would soon become harder to control, he could not be a fallen without a home in hell for long. The sword was all he could use to force his return to hell to become accepted.

Arashi's mind was washed in the same unknown force of emotion that fueled his limitless chaos. His unstable desires, contradicting faith and unreasonable wishes all added up to an impossible goal he simply had to reach. The young fallen looked down at his obstacle, the thing standing between the peace he wanted in hell was there. He blinked and looked to his partner of discord, Ranmyaku.

I can sense their presence, but nothing more... why?

You're washing the area in your own power, the only way you could sense anything beyond them being there was if one of them spiked his energy.

Is that a good thing? Or will it be a bad thing?

It all depends.. The dog likely can use the miasma to see you as well, and sense it's yours that can be a bad thing... But at the same time, hostile energy, especially chaos, is never a nice feeling. I can imagine that even that sprite is uncomfortable.

And the other two?

Well they seem a bit different now then before... Especially the target. He seems a bit more at ease in the midst of your rather overdone challenge. It's unsettling.

But you can use my energy right?

You're body is my home Arashi.. you wouldn't have ever been this far along so fast without my presence inside of you.

Arashi nodded, so as it was his repressed desperation was holding up the impressive amount of energy. It wouldn't be too hard to keep up seeing as the humans and hidden others were scattering and falling into dismay. His chaos was being feed at an accelerated rate, almost as a beast swallowing all the lost souls of the fearful and unsure. Arashi forced the twin blades from within his forearms, the chaotic extensions shimmered along the edge as the blood ran down the blades. His arms bled severely, and Arashi forced the blood to compress and reinforce the blades in his arms. He would talk to them, but preparation was a must when fighting, no matter how weak the opponent, he would not be the fool to undermine unknown power.

"It's nice to know I'm so close to your heart. Or is this a ploy to strike me in the back as it was last time?" Arashi snickered and Ranmyaku changed her form to the large burly beast of chaos she found most natural. "I've come for that blade Abbadon, nothing more. I need it...I," his pause allowed a moment of clarity in his emotional hurricane. Desperation surfaced in his eyes for the glimmering moment it took for him to shut down the connection his eyes held to his heart. "I must have it. You don't need it do you? Now that you've got your companion, what need do you have for such a thing?"

Arashi coated his voice in the seductive magical allure all Djinn used. Any deal maker of the Djinni race that had the ability to convince the common man out of his soul had a style to sway, Arashi was no different. Arashi used his voice, with a slightly magical aid, and he hoped to even mildly effect the man before him. His desire went no further then to take the blade and amend his past, nothing more.

"Really guys... Is it really your wish to fight me? To avenge a pet? Do you really wish to resist me that badly? You don't have to do this, it's much easier if you allow my to have the blade, if all goes well i can even return it. I'm sure you understand. Or do you wish to cut me down with the very blade I desire?"

Four? They may not know your race, but that's still pushing it.

I don't want their souls... just a better feel of their desires.