Snippet #1459434

Julie...it seems I have failed you.
Ken fell to the side, his head resting on the cold concrete. He had traveled into the Demon World, defeated the monstrous demon threatening mankind, and discovered that he was the heir to the Hanamiki Dynasty, a powerful demonic family that had once ruled the entire Demon World before its collapse. In the ensuing madness, his family had transported his fledgling essence into the womb of a human woman, so that he was born human, but with the powers of a full demon. Then, he had challenged Yusuke Urameshi to see who was truly the strongest delinquent in the Kanto province. His death meant that Urameshi was the greatest fighter in Tokyo, and that he had failed Julie...the other Hanamikis...and woest of all, himself.

Meanwhile, at the Black Black Club, demons were being tortured. The club's patrons were aficionados of dark magic who wished to demean and abuse the demons they had been taught to fear as children. The demons were always F or D class demons, those not powerful enough to break from their prisons and kill the humans who tortured them mercilessly. That, however, was about to change. The top part of the cage that served as the entrance to it from the Demon World glowed a bright green, indicating that a demon was coming through. Within moments, a shadowy figure was faintly visible.

The creature was humanoid in shape, and dressed in the garb of a Shogun-era warrior. His armor clanked quietly as he stepped forward, having regained his composure and realized who and where he was. A man in a tuxedo stepped forward, smiling deviously.
"Welcome to our Hell, little demon. Just hold still and this won't hurt a bit."
He reached out to poke the demon with a cattle prod, but with just the faintest of wind, he felt pressure. Looking down, he was horrified to discover that his hand had been lopped off at the wrist.

He was about to scream, but just then, the cattle prod he had been about to poke the demon with was sent through his mouth, where it exited from the back of his head. He fell to the ground, dead before he landed. The other club members began to rush at the cage, wielding their prods menacingly. The demon in the cage drew a staff, whirling it around before resting it at his side like a samurai with a naginata.
"I am no 'little demon', you human worm," the creature said, his voice a booming sound that halted the club patrons in their tracks.
"I am Kenshiro, the last of the Hanamiki Dynasty, and you insects have roused my fury."

With that, a single, blood red eye became visible from the shadows, piercing all who looked upon it with its bloodthirsty glare.
"I will show you what Hell is really like. Soul Shatterer!"
With that, time and space was halted for the club patrons. Within moment's however, they began to die. Their bodies twisted on themselves, heads were crushed in or ripped off, and blood ran in rivers across the floor.

When all of the patrons were dead, Ken approached the cage of a demon who had been tortured.
"Wh-who are you? I know you to be a d-demon, but your aura is di-di-different."
Ken removed the shogun helmet, revealing bright blue eyes and a handsome face.
"Worry not, brother. Your suffering is at an end."

He opened the cages, and the demons rallied around him, heralding him as their savior.
"My kinsman, return to your homes. Let them know that the dawn of a new era in the Demon World is fast approaching. The Hanamiki Dynasty will rise from the ashes like a great phoenix, and make our home a better place."
The demons left, and Ken smiled.
"But before that, I have errands to attend to."

Ken allowed his armor to fade away, replaced by his school uniform. He put his staff away and looked in the mirror. He looked human, which was good. His face when his demon characteristics were heightened was much more terrifying. Now, he looked like an average Japanese teenager, and could move about the Human World with ease. Right now, he had to find Botan and get her to take him to Koenma.

Before his untimely death, he had been a Spirit Detective. Now, in order to find Urameshi, discipline the rowdy demons, and find Julie, he would have to assume that mantle again. He left the club and began to follow his senses, trying to lock on to Botan's spiritual signature. Ken had to set things in motion, before things got too dicey again.