The Royal Guard And the Heir to Chaya [shizuo/cookies private]

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 911

Creaking sounds of the door, thunderous roar that stumbles upon the throne room would only appear with nothing more than a sturdy figure, obviously a male due to how greatly built it was when this young being took its rough steps into this room as rough as it could be. It was hard to pick out any interesting facts of this so-called 'bodyguard', considering the reaction given by Inami, it seems like he is a very much a strong individual that may vanguish any obstacles standing in their way, a one hell of a beast that she has no idea how she had tamed this armored, young being that stomped into the room delicately, before leaving off a trace of aura that never had perked her interests at all, since Hiriko had seen more than just a few pickled auras during her days in Hell, this troublesome and 'mystery-like' aura given off to keep others guessing, very much a similiar trait to the likes of her own Hell Beast, Kagetane, that even herself does not even know what he was thinking no matter what harsh punishment awaits. Her eyes was never showing a displeasing figure, only to leave a blank stare in this quiet room that Inami had promptly asked her to in order to meet this so-called 'brute'. She was never interested in such a meeting for a personal bodyguard at all, considering that she has Kagetane to keep her company, there is no reason to have another hindrance to follow her as if he were her father.

As soft as her voice may be for a girl, Hiriko's voice would only echo the entire throne room in a soft tone, delicate like a woman's with a slight mixture between russian and japanese accent. While either of them is dominant in terms of the usage of accent, but it became an intermixed accent which surprisingly created a very clear speech that seems easy to comprehend even for a normal human being. The accent was not complicated to listen to, making it a clear word in every sentence and word she speaks of with a small grin on her face to show some 'sincerity' on her own in order to make a good impression in such cases. "Stand up, young 'lad. There is no need for formalities and kneel down just because i am related to the Queen. To clear up some misunderstandings, i have no interest in you nor do i want a bodyguard just to make some sense, so i do not need to test your strength at all."

It is hard to clear him away if he is so persistent in doing so, giving a hard time just to recommend something for him to do as well. Getting on violence in the first day entering the palace would be a mood killer for her own tastes, in all honesty when it comes to facing such situations. Hiriko herself is no longer a child of her own, for someone who had guarded Hell for as long as she could remember, an ability that soars her title as a Guardian of Hell and a Rakshasa, and to have a bodyguard assigned to look after her would be annoying for her tasks. Clearly, it was hard to care about this situation at all, since he was also assigned to take care those are the heir or the current holder of the throne that shall rule over the Chaya Nation, but really, if he were to take care of the throne, it would be more pleasurable for him to look after the Queen's throne only, while leaving her alone in peace wihout any eyes glancing at her personal days in enjoying herself. Her abilities was more than enough to handle beings that are consider a threat to her well-being, as much as she could say, a few words was enough to handle the task to clearing out any hindrance to her life. It is tough for her to intervene in big events or plots since there would be no purpose for her to become apart of the enemy's war unless she was given a reason to join into the bloodbath, and what she is looking foward was the war between countries, as that would be the greatest chess game in her arsenal to have ever enjoyed herself in. The world around her is considered an entertainment, not a place to 'live and laugh' type.

At this point, she would remain silent on her own accord since she had honestly and clearly stated that she does not want any so-called 'bodyguards' to stare at her for one whole day, and with Kagetane to accompany her, there is no need for another strong young man to wear his boots and follow behind her back all the time. With no single intention to test his 'strength' out nor was she ever curious in even understanding the nature of the Gremory, the anticipation between them was almost like a conversation between a machine and a servant, one with no purpose or intentions and the other would a 'duty'. Herself may be associated with the Queen by blood and the connections between them are deep, but at times, there are free will of her own, and speaking frankly, rejecting him being a bodyguard of hers would be a clear answer. She would not mind if he were to look after Inami herself, but even the princesses like her? Well, annoying.

Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Esper - Word Count: 1095

Whoever they are, and whatever they are, it always had to end with a bloodshed in the earth. Her hand rose steadily among the air, as if to.. keep things under control the way it is, from anyone to intervene in this situation, especially when she always has a Hell Beast to keep her company, it is no surprise when an order was given under her own hands. Shaking her head and tilting down with a sigh that was released from her mouth, she had intended this to be settled wihout feuds or punches exchanged inbetween during the conversation for this sort of 'agreement', and in the end, everything was decided by showing who is the most powerful in this room, and the winner gets to run off loose. It is hard to say that she 'declined' the offer given by her mother, but more likely to say that this was done wihout her consent especially when it was clear that she has a 'bodyguard' of her own that has accompanied her for more than several decades so to speak. Such an uninteresting person to say something to casually, as expected for someone who explained that he willingly volunteered himself in this bloodsoaked conversation that is soon about to turn into a battlefield.

Her tone drastically changed, had she not mind for a truce between both of them, it seems that a lesson should be learnt. At times like this, if he was an interesting individual to be made fun of, she would've gone with the flow, but he was too damn annoying, and doesn't seem to give up when she asked nicely of him that he refuses his 'care' under the orders of Inami. Her words were cold and harsh, in expectations that she never wastes her time in people that she couldn't even bother her time with in people that she finds too common around, nor were they ever an interesting individual to begin with. It echoed deeply across the throne room, before overwhelmed by an ominous force. "D̞̰͇͎̹͠o͇̗̠̹̜̫̼̠͍̕̕͡n҉̰͙̖̼̕͟'̰͓̮̥̭͍̞̱t̶̯̰͎͈͉͙̹̗͟ ̵̡͕̬͕͈̩̖̝b̴̪͔͉̰e̵͏̮̲̬͓̣̪͈̖ ̧̫̰̘̥͖͜͡s̛̮͖̳̦̺o̢͎̳̮̥̮̣̹͓̲͜ ̦̼̠̖̮̹̤͕͘ͅḉ̰͕̖̞̕ͅo̶͇͈͜n̸̫̦̰͔̩̲̜͝c̮̘̟͉͇̬̫̦̩͘͝͝ḙ̷͓͕̞͘í̴̸̦t̡͈̲͍̹̫̬e̪͕̦͕͈̻̱̣͎̕d͏̸̼͓͝,̨͖̰̮͈͟ ͢҉̺̱͇̳̹y̡̤̯̪͢o̵̘̲ͅư͙̫̠͓͚͚̻ņ̥̯g̣͓̟͘ ̯̮̟̫ͅ'̞͓͍͢͡ͅl͉̪̥á̶̝̬͚̺d̸̟̝̗͚̙̲."

Yes, that ominous force that slams onto the entirety of the fortress itself was none other than her own spiritual power. Consider the level between herself and Gremory's, it was obvious that being slammed under an intense pressure would induce suffocation, or headaches at minimal damage since their level weren't too much of a difference, however, it was clear that it has to be shown to him that making as much as a child angry would be asking for your own head to be taken down at force. It was strong, dark and of course, hellish at the same time when it overwhelmed the entire fortress as visibly that the pillars was decomposing at an accelerating speed. It wasn't the full force of her own power, rather to say that this was merely half of her own spiritual power, above average since her ability requires an intense dosage of spiritual energy, hence how she required such an amount and even for beings a single tier lower than her would be slightly overwhelmed, if not, sweating profusely under the pressure of her own spiritual pressure. It is possible to shield one's self from the pressure using their own spiritual power, but nonetheless, the only thing left in this throne room was a maximum level of bloodlust, bombarded by her own spiritual pressure, bringing even the likes of Gremory to shame if they were to be compared in terms of 'power'.

She doesn't take up the position being the Hell's guardian as well, for her to guard one of the layers to prevent the intruders from going further in, her spiritual power would most likely be above average among demons that are at or under her level, and with consideration that she relies heavily in using her spiritual energy in her daily basis, it is obvious to say that she has an almost a huge capacity in-store for her own spiritual energy if required for use, and constant training from the past to harness her abilities, Hiriko's powers are not to be taken lightly. If she wanted to, she could've taken off one or two of Gremory's limbs with one word, wihout him noticing no matter how great his perception is, she could slice them off using the speed of wind as long as she alters the vectors of the air, compress them, strengthen them by influencing the particles and constructing a 'reality' on the structure of the air to create a slice of wind that moves at the speed of sound, with enough power to cut through even beings that have a considerably tough defense like Kenpachi in comparison.

Sky darkened, density of the air thickened with dark red fog formed across the room, gravity became stronger than usual and bloodlust was contaminating the entire room like a wild fire, enough to make even a mighty warrior tremble in fear under the bloodlust that echoes in the air softly. Her eyes were as good as dead, staring blankly at the likes of Gremory, her physical status was fine and circulation regulated, her Za Koa influence would be enough to spread fast enough to make each command like a breathing to her. At this point, her drawback would be switched in the infliction of wound, in order to settle this feud as quickly as possible, rather than to outright kill him and take the first move, it would be more appropriate to give the confidence he needs in his ability so much, in order to show the difference between their abilities, once Gremory makes his first shot, the next one would be the end of this pointless arguement. No bloodshed required, since it was only required to make him kneel as said, at least play with him for a few minutes before doing what she was assigned for in order to give him the shame he needs in such a long time. Humiliating a young warrior's pride was her personal job in this shitstorm, until she gives him the lesson he needs, Gremory will never learn that absolute power doesn't mean everything. Bloodline or anything else, they never matter, as if to rely on these things are just nonsense. If he has to know what true battlefield means, then she'll play with him as much as she wants until he knows his own defeat lies on what his beliefs are, an imagination, as this world? Is nothing more than a game for her, and Gremory is just a scrapped pawn in a game of chess.