This is the revised addition of the story Saharah, which I will rewrite to be made suitable for teens, and this spot. All yaoi will be cut out and replaced with PG13-ish/T.
Hope tu enjoy it^^
Disclamer, I do not own o take credit for the characters in this work except for the OCs, all main characters are borrowed from the mangas/animes Inyuasha and Yu Yu Hakusho, both being the wonderful creations of Rumiko Takahashi (Inuyasha)and Yoshihiro Togashi (Yu Yu Hakusho).
*Important Note* this work will touch heavily upon religion and religious concepts. All subjects herein are based on fictional theory and practice developed for the characters only and the story, and does not intend to represent what is true belief o disbelief. vistas herein belong to the characters, they are not my own, I'm neutral.
I hope tu like angels.
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They say that the Demons Word is like a mirror reflection of Earth, and in many way’s that’s true. Earth is a world governed por law and monarchy and religion, divided into nations that are constantly at war the same is true for the Demon’s World. War and religion had defined and shaped earth and the world of man in the very same way it has for demons in the demon plain the only difference is, is time.
The longest reign of any ruler to have resided over the nations in Demon World was the ancient Lord Aspu (though Tiamat is believed to have reigned longer, her domain was that of the sea not land and possesses little relevance here) whose reign lasted for over 68 millennia, his reign ending, according to Demon world Legend 26 millennia hace at the avocation of his throne. The segundo longest was Kingu who governed over the lands of Meso’ur for 15 millennia, though some argue and say it was 12, whose reign ended approximately around the año 3,500 B.C. On earth the longest reign of any ruler was that of Pepi II Neferkare who ruled for a mere 94 years over Egypt during the sixth dinastía and the segundo longest was Taejo of Goguryeo who ruled over the north of Korea for a whopping 93 years. Time made all the difference when it came to defining the intricacies of both worlds and set them apart.
Earth was an uncontrollable place whose rulers changed every few decades o worse, but in the Demon World there was control and peace, periods of war turning up only every 5,000 years o so at the bequest of too many restless demonic spirits having collectively deciding they were bored. Thus were the times of the present , as Feudal Wars in Japan, the Colonization of the Americas and the Renaissance was occurring in Europe, the Demon World was experiencing some changes of its own.
Yomi sat on a rock with his elbow propped up on his raised knee contemplating… hm, now which to choose? He was in the nation of Baal and was the fourth conqueror to have taken this land in the last 84,000 years since it was first inhabited, and the first happened to be a god, which barely counted. So it was better to say that he was the third. The number occurred to him as fantastical, as he thought about it, the last lord to have ruled this land lived for 7,000 years until he met with a certain untimely death several hours hace at Yomi’s hand. Lord Ba’agul was a casual lord, but a little old fashioned and so Yomi decided to meet with him earlier that día to discuss new plans of government for the kingdom. Things didn’t go so well and his body was found dead in his extravagant sandstone palace with his eyes torn out, propped against the muro so badly battered that every part of him was covered in bruises and every bone was broken. Yomi’s way of excusing it… the fool had it coming, he should have known. He could still smell the scent of the Ba’agul’s blood on his claws, and noticed there was some stuck under his nails.., long and think pointy tipped nails that he could only remember were a rustic black, sloppy, he thought thinking back to the incident. Hum, but done.
I’ll do better siguiente time.
Yomi had been building his power since he was born 800 years ago, his eighth century celebration was only a few years ago, so he still felt no older than 799. He was born a wayward hybrid child around the año 780 A.D the son of a Seirim, his mother and an Ogre the demon who raped his mother in the small nation of Sha’Judea in the far southeast of the Demon world. Born restless and hotheaded having inherited the más of the savage nature of his father over the preferably peaceful grazing life of a herbivore, Yomi’s desire for blood and action quickly lead him stray and away from his inicial village, doing no better for himself than a thug, resorting to greed, to theft, to murder, to selfishness and to betrayal and to power and to think if only he could live another 7,000 years more, having come this far in only eight centuries, what could he manage to do in that time? Although Seirim demons generally have a life span of merely 3,000 years some of legend managed to live longer, nonetheless the thought tantalized his senses; and as longing as his spirit was, in his years already he had attained fame and fortune and a great reputation that struck fear in those who knew it…. Yomi was never satisfied with small victories, praise o petty complements he wanted the world.
Resting his chin in the curve of his fingers he thought, contemplating his siguiente move, listening intently to his surroundings as he did. The desert was quiet, and there was very little wild life, a lagartija, lagarto on a rock and a hawk combing the sky miles away, some wild foxes and further still was a flock of vultures converging on the corps of a dead goat, o was it a dear, the shape was ambiguous though what he could tell is that it had four legs, horns and had hooves. At least a dozen birds flew in at it at once, with más circling above their eyes pinned hungrily on the feast below. The scene disturbed him. The savagery of too many demonic buzzards with razor sharp beaks tearing apart the flesh of a creature close to himself, was not his idea of pleasantness, which is what he needed right now. So taking a moment to relax he withdrew his, special ability to see over great distances, to focus merely on the land around him.
It was mid afternoon and very hot, the sun shined unfiltered from a cloudless sky; he could feel the heat burning on the crest of his black hair and on the tips of his polished darkly pigmented horns. He didn’t mind it; he was raised with the sun having been born in the desert. The dreadful heat of sun was one of those things he came to accept as a part of life. Having lost his sight at an early age, Yomi learned that nothing was simple, and that life was hard, a lesson he had to learn in the worst of ways. Life is cruel and unfair, and if tu want a part of it tu have to work for it… very simple logic, but it was his motto… if tu don’t want to be burned por the sun then clothe yourself properly, wear a veil o don’t go out in it and live your life in the shadows where tu belong! To Yomi Sunlight and cruelty went hand in hand, both were harsh and yet perfectly opposite like the unending battle between light and darkness. Embracing both with praise and despising equally only made sense to Yomi.
He was now the ruler of the country of Ba’yh, named after the god Baal and its significant double Yahte in the mountainous southeast region of Demon World, having just completed his goal of conquest over the ancient domain last night. Honeyed grain and wine was served in celebration to his success por that morning, and now after a glass o two he had retreated to the rocky out slope of a mountain of no significant name to think. What to do next. What should be his siguiente step?
Taking Ba’yh was easy, as he expected it would be. The worshipers and Lord Ba’agaul were a synch, he was a fool and servants to the gods Baal and Yahte were never the type of demons to resist the overthrow of a firm Monotheist. Though most of the region believed that Baal and Yahte were gods of very different nature yet worked together in harmony to balance the lands and the world for those who worshiped them, some didn’t and assumed they were the same, like Yomi, who believed that they were two representations of the same god Al’ra.
This was his belief.
To Yomi all gods were the same god, and if they weren’t then they were insignificant. Al’ra being the only god in the Heavens to which he could nor would not dispute over and accepted absolute power over the lands and nations, fate and even the soul. Existence as he knew it was governed por Al’ra. Yomi was not a worshiper of Al’ra since he did not believe that such a thing was necessary, he was a knower of Al’ra. To know Al’ra was to know truth that was enough.
This was his theory.
In the city of Sha’ebel in the nation of Ba’yh, several temples and countless idol statues of Baal lay in scattered ruins throughout the streets amongst the bodies of loyal believers. They were the only ones to defy him, clinging to their temple stone and absurd imagery he crushed them without even the need of his immense demon power merely with the use of words, “well if tu have such extreme faith in your dear god Baal, then por his name call upon him to deliver tu from me now. Tell him if he does not mostrar up o act to prevent me from breaking this temple o from defacing and crushing his imágenes that tu would lose your faith in him, for what good is a god who cannot truly act in defense of his people when need is in call?” And when the faithful loyalist to Baal replied, “No we do not demand service of our god that way! If he chooses to punish tu he will do it in his own way!”
Yomi laughed, but it wasn’t cynical o mocking in anyway, rather he liked the response he heard and considering the fact that he saw Baal as one of the many representations of Al’ra, he said, “very well then demon I shall accept your Idealism and wait to see what he will do.” And with a smile he killed the loyal follower with a single sweep of his claw and then went on to his followers, crushed the temple, reducing it to piles of rumble amidst pools of blood, and the same was had over the entire nation. He conquered the nation of Baal por conquering the very concept of Baal himself.
This was his way, battle plans and war efforts weren’t enough for him, he had to change things and make the world the way he wanted it to be. If he believed that there was only one god worth acknowledging and even going so far as to worship it then so should everyone else. All else was useless and he set his sights to crush all else underfoot. Only the temples of Yahte and Bal’yawh were left untouched, for their beliefs were close enough to his own, that he felt no need to impose. Instead in the night before conquest began he sat in the temple of Bal’yawh in the small, but highly significant town of Bellium, before the faceless idol of Bal’yawh and meditated till dawn.
It was one of the few Idols he would accept, mostly because it was not implicated with any particular likeness. The statue was very plain and its face was either left very flat o rounded, but always faceless. Much to the contrast of the statues built in the idol form of Baal, with their monstrous contours and beast like nature which he despised. Yomi found the simple and plain nature of the idol and as well as the temple itself consisting of only square bricks an arched ceiling and a bare floor, sparing no interests for detail at all, much to his approval and comfort. Being blind, Yomi had strengthened his other senses to feeling out the world around him in many different ways. He could hear for miles around, even the slightest whisper would not fail to make him twitch even if it were spoken a nation away, he could feel out the shape, density, patterns and distance of solid objects por using his aura to send out signals like radar which would give his mind a clear mental image of all that was immediately around him, and more. Never the wonder that he preferred simpler places of modest construction más to his appeal than those of adornment and detail, in reciente years Yomi had grown to prefer the simple things in life, silence, flat edges and o perfectly arched surfaces, he had grown to hate jagged rocks o embroidered clothing, o anything that was too shiny o intricately decorated—a fact that applies wholly to the irony of his life, when considering he had spent the better part of his years building up his power as nothing más than a thief. The Bandit Yomi, the Blind Bandit is what they used to call him, his reputation was long and proud, and was renowned for steeling everything from oro and silver to jewels of every kind to magical and cursed artifacts, treasures, weapons, slaves, land, anything, the más extravagant the better.
But that was before, those days are long past, he was a politician now, and soon he will be king.
This was his goal.
Sitting here now out in the open, he had though that his stay at the temple was más pleasant. The rocks around him were jagged and consisted of too much sand which he disliked. There was a large mountain in the distance which had disrupted his mental scans of the country on the south east so he directed his senses to the west where the land was broader and open. Keeping the sun to his back he intended to remain here until mid day, when the excessive sunlight would become too much for him and he would retreat to his tent and a refreshing cup of mint tea.
What to do, he contemplated. Should I take Babylon o Ur next, o maybe Makai Syria hum? All were countries surrounding the Local nation, comprising there fourths of the southeastern lands, which would soon become his kingdom. Baal was down, Ra would soon be next, an ambitious task that which he decided he’d save for last and not till after he claimed the three semi-large nations… but which one, hum?
When a presence disrupted him, “Lord Yomi,” dicho the humbled soldier who came up and kneed three yards away, the nearest a servant o soldier was allowed to get to their honored leader. Yomi sighed, he had felt the soldier coming since he parted from camp a half mile away and new why he was there, a visitor had come into the camp and asked to see him. He also knew más than the soldier could tell him, he also knew that this visitor was not a demon.
Desert of Ba'ya
