King/Soul extra episodes

KING/SOUL
Extra Episode 1: The Origins of an Immortal Marraige

I hear love is a strange thing. That most of the time it just happens. Love at first sight, or the AC/DC version, Love at first feel. That did not happen with us. When my wife and I first met all those centuries ago in China, a few years before the Han Dynasty began its downward spiral and that Yellow Turban Rebellion began…It was love at first punch. It was not two star crossed lovers meeting for the first time, but two warriors testing the skills of the other. Her name was Mingyu, and she was, and still is the strongest warrior I have ever known. She was more gorgeous than most goddesses.
It was the most fun we had till that point.

Shortly after I was taken in by her teacher, the now unknown Cao Guo. The man was a martial arts genius, and as I would find out later, one of the eight immortals. He was the great grandfather of the warlord Cao Cao. A man history would paint a villain. But, that is not important right now.
Mingyu and I trained together, ate together and eventually, loved together. Our love was a strong torrent that we could not control. Oh, we tried, of course, to control our love for each other in the face of public dignity. But it was useless in the end. We soon married and had our first son, Fei Hong.

It was a year after our son was born that he came. The man who would change our lives. His name was Liu Bei. He had two others with him, Guan Yu and Zang Fei, his two oath brothers. The man had a benevolence I had never seen before. The things he was suggesting….They were revolutionary. He literally was suggesting a Democratic –Republic in 184 AD! He had come to ask our master for his aid in repelling the Yellow Turbans. Cao Guo, of course declined. He was sick of war, and only wish to live in peace.

But Mingyu and I…Oh we were so young then…well she was. I had lost any memory of me being an angel after Lucifer threw me out of heaven during his own damn rebellion….Anyway, My wife and I wanted to fight the Yellow Turbans. Cao Guo was against it, of course, but we convinced him. We wanted to test our skills in the mist of battle.

He conceded with one condition; Mingyu had to drink his Elixir. He revealed to us that night that he was immortal. He was tasked with finding one willing enough to give another elixir to. He knew it was Mingyu, but he wanted to wait a little longer. There was a price for this gift, though. The elixir destroyed any chance of her ever having another child. To this day I do not know how it worked.
Mingyu accepted it anyway. The pain she experienced that night was shocking. I kept by her side the whole night, as did our son. My wife was strong. Even the greatest agonies in the world could not kill her. She fought through the pain and came out of it immortal. She was going to be 25 for the rest of her life.

I..am going to skip over the whole war. My son’s death is not something I wish to relive. Just know that we fought under Liu Bei and for his Kingdom of Shu. Our son was 17 when Lu Bu cut him down….Mingyu and I still grieve for him to this day.

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January, 20th, 1975

People love a good ghost story. They love the think that old Victorian house with the boarded up windows is haunted. They wish that their own house had a ghost our two hanging about in the dark of night. This is natural. People love to be afraid. That is why they ride roller coasters and make movies about monsters and evil spirits.
However, wanting that house to be haunted is far different from it actually being haunted. Just ask anyone who has actually suffered through a haunting. It is a horrifying experience no one should have to suffer through.
That is why my friends and I, Sean Hiruki, set up our organization, “King/Sword”. Created after we got back from the Second World War, We defend Humans and the Supernatural alike. Not all supernatural beings are malevolent, you see. Most, including the Fae, Vampires and even many Ghosts are actually friendly to Humans. It is the demons and ones who hunt humans for sport and food that you have to watch out for.

Of course we were just a small privately owned operation. We could only do so much. As much as I love having a private business, I knew we could not do much without help from the government. Right now we are in the process of becoming a government agency. I’d like to think of it like a Supernatural FBI.
As I drove my red 1965 Pontiac GTO down Long Island I thought of the case we were about to take on. Sitting asleep next to me was my oldest friend, Marcus Gien. He was a ruggedly handsome man, appearing in his late twenties. His hair was messy and black and a stubble that always seemed to need an extra few weeks to grow into a full beard. Marcus’ unkempt look was a sharp contrast to my own combed back blonde hair and clean cut features. My wife, Mingyu I had a more elegantly handsome look to me, but I am not one to give myself praise. Then again I am also not one to disagree with my wife. His clothes were similar to mine. Black suit jacket, black tie black dress pants. Only difference is while I wore a white dress shirt, he wore a black one. We also had winter jackets in the trunk, but there was no need for them with the heater on. It was easy to tell how cold it was outside even though there was no snow falling.
I passed a sign saying “Welcome to Amityville”. Amityville was a lovely little town in southern Long Island. It was easy to tell that most of the buildings were Colonial or Victorian in design
“So this is the town, huh?”, I heard Marcus ask.
“About time you woke up. Yeah this is the place.”
“What is so special about here again?”
“The Defeo Murders in 74. The family was murdered by their oldest son, Ronald Defeo Jr the night of November 13th. Claims voices told him to do it.”
“So he was a crazy bastard, not so strange” Marcus grunted.
“Yeah, “I said, “But here is where it gets weird. They were killed with a s.35 Rifle in their sleep. No one in the surrounded houses even heard the shots, let alone the family in the house.”
“Ok..That IS weird. What next?”
“He being convicted as we speak. But that is not the end of it. December 19th of this year the Lutz family moves into the Defeo house. 28 days later, they get out of there, leaving all their belongings behind. They claim that countless paranormal events happened and a voice told them to get out. So they did”
Ah!” Marcus grunted. “So that is why we are here then?”
“Yeah. The family called us in to investigate. There is a good chance that there is a demon or malevolent spirit in the house.”
He went silent for awhile before he changed the subject. “What about Mingyu and Arigatami?”
“In Japan with Liu Fang. There seems to be an increase of missing people in the mountains of Hokkaido. All male”
“Ah. A Yuki Onna.”
“Yup. What else could it be but a snow demon”

112 Ocean Avenue was a large and lovely Dutch Colonial. Two stories tall and twice that long. It was every families dream home. I parked the car out front. There was a Dodge Charger already there, though it was obviously about to leave. Marcus and I got out after I turned the engine off. I walked over to the driver’s side of the Charger and found an aged Catholic Priest sitting in it.
I raised an eyebrow, “Evening, Father. My name is Sean. You were the one who called us in, yes?”
He nodded. “I pray to God you two make it through the night…I am sorry I cannot stay.”
With that, he drove off as fast as he could.
“Well, that was helpful.” Marcus commented.
“Yeah, that totally was not ominous or creepy.” I agreed as I walked to the front door.
As soon as I put my hand on the doorknob I felt a huge shock course through my arm and a feeling of pure dread. It meant one thing: This house was haunted by something big and evil.
Marcus lifted an eyebrow and grunted out a, “Huh! Well who would have thought we would have found out it was a spookfest so early on!”
I rubbed my numb forearm, “Yeah…” I opened the door with my other hand and walked in. The inside was just like you would expect. Normal. So normal that it was freaky. It looked like the family had just left for a nice night on the town. Maybe to get a little dinner or buy their kids some toys.
A shiver went down my spine. Which was odd. Usually I don’t get all wigged out until I have seen at least one Lovecraftian monster doing something graphic and unnatural.
I walked to the stairway and looked up to the second floor. It was too dark to see a damn thing but I could hear a faint buzzing coming from up there. Must be a few bees or flies setting up shop in one of the bedrooms. That was not possible, though. It is the dead of winter.
“Marcus, you take the basement. The Lutzs reported a little red room down there that was not in the blueprints of the house. Their dog seemed afraid of it.”
“Damnit. Why do I always get the scary shit?”
I could not help but grin a little, “You know for an Angel of Death you sure are a wimp.”
Marcus flipped me the bird, “Shut up. I’m retired, remember?”
“Just do it, wimp”
“Ha-ha!” Marcus growled, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it with a Zippo before walking towards the basement, closing the door behind him.

Out of the corner of my eye there was a shadow in the living room. I turned and walked over there. “Hello?” I opened my senses to the supernatural and instantly saw a little girl curled into a ball on the floor. It sounded as if she were crying. At first I thought she might have been one of the Defeo daughters, but upon closer inspection I could tell she couldn’t have been. This girl had tan skin and wore a dress made of hide or something.
I gathered my thoughts trying to remember what Tribes lived here on Long Island. I did not know too many Native languages, but I might know hers. I tried for the Mohegan-Pequot language.
“”
She looked up at me, shocked. Her little brown eyes were red from crying. Gods above, she must have been seven, eight tops. If she had lived to adulthood she would have been a lovely woman. It broke my heart to see a spirit so young.
“”, She asked.
I gave her my warmest smile. “”
She gave me a little smile. “ “”
Little Feather went speechless before she could reply. She was looking behind me, her eyes full of terror.
“, she cried out.
I felt the dark energy before ever seeing it. I grabbed Little Feather in my right arm and held her to my chest as I dodged the attack.

In one swift motion I pulled out my Colt Custom Revolver and aimed it at my assailant. It was a young Caucasian girl just entering her teens. Her hair was long and black as night. Her eyes were blazing red. Several bladed tendrils were whipping around behind her.
“Holy crap!” I grunted. I almost lowered my gun. Usually I was against fighting children, but then again I had just been attacked by her so I kept my gun trained on her just in case.
“Neat trick. You must be Allison Defeo.”, I said keeping my voice cool and casual, “Since when did you start haunting this house?”
Allison did not speak. Rather, she lifted one of the tendrils, readying to attack again.
“Whoa, can’t we talk first?”
Little Feather shook in my arm, “”
“”
Before I could finish there was a loud CRASH. I looked and found Marcus sitting on what was left of the basement door.
“NO!”, Allison roared, “Why did you go down there?! You let the demon out!” She had a look of horror on her face which scarred the shit out of me. It had to be bad to have terrified a spirit THAT badly.
“Demon?” I asked.
Marcus grunted and put a bent cigarette in his mouth. He tried to light it but his Zippo was out of fuel. He sighed in frustration and put them both in his jacket pocket before turning to me, saying in a casual voice, “I think we should start running”
An explosive roar echoed through the house as a giant swarm of buzzing flies shot up the basement stairs and almost got Marcus, but he rolled away in time. He stood up and grinned at me.

“It was Buzzy the whole time! We were catching up for old times’ sake and he started to attack me…for old times’ sake!”
Well that explained the flies. Beelzebub, one of Lucifer’s top Generals and one of Seven Demons given the rank of Satan. He ruled over Gluttony and was the Lord of Flies.
I let out a groan. “Man I am in no shape to fight Beelzebub!”
“It’s cool! I think he is not in top shape here. Think that ghost-girl has something to do with it?” He pointed a thumb at Allison.
“Could be.”, I replied.
“SAURIEL!!” ,Roared the swarm of flies. They slowly formed the outline of a giant man with what looked like a mix between a gas mask and a pig face.
“Awww. How cute, He remembers you, man!”, Marcus cooed.
I rolled my eyes, “It is times like this where I wished I could use my Angelic powers”
“Shall I?”
“Sure. I’ll distract him” And with that I shot at Beelzebub. The bullets were the fancy demon killing kind. Tipped with holy water and blessed by a priest. It was a stroke of luck that we had prepared for demons. These bullets would not kill one as powerful as Beelzebub, but they would hurt the hell out of him.
Beelzebub flinched away in pain, which gave Marcus a perfect opening. He gathered darkness into his hands and summoned his scythe, Corrosion of Conformity. He then let out a mighty battlecry:
"I AINT AFRAID OF NO GHOST!” and he let his scythe’s blade cleave down Beelzebub, cutting the demon in two.
There was a hug shockwave that sent Marcus flying back. The split form of Beelzebub retreated back to the basement, reforming the door as he did. Suddenly I could no longer feel his presence in the house.
“Well that was easy!”, Marcus said jovially as his scythe became darkness once more.
I sighed. “Yeah. Thank the Gods.” I smiled at Allison, who stood there dumbfounded. The tendrils had vanished and she was just the spirit of a normal young woman.

“I see know. You were trying to keep people away from Beelzebub so they would not get hurt.”
She nodded.
“Well, there is no need to do that now. It is time for you to be with your family once more.”, Marcus said as he walked up to her. “I can help you get to them.”
Allison nodded again. Marcus smiled and put his hand on her head. He was one of the few who could touch a spirit. He spoke a few prayers in Latin and Allison began to fade away. “To heaven you go, dear girl.” Marcus whispered.
“What about Little Feather here?” I asked, looking down at the little one.
Little Feather smiled at us. “Now that demon is gone, I can stay here and protect the house.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, “Wait you understand English?”
“I live around English for long time now. Had to learn it somehow.”
“But why didn’t you say so?”
“Never asked. Spoke only Mohegan-Pequot to me.”
“Ah.” I let her down. “Are you sure you want to stay here?”
She nodded. “Yes. I will protect this land.”
I smiled at her and would have ruffled her hair if I could have. “You are a brave one, Little Feather. Alright then. We will let you handle things from here!”

She nodded and I walked out with Marcus in tow.
Before getting into my car we both looked at the house once more.
“A part of me wishes we came here before the Defeo’s moved in. We could have saved their lives”, I said.
“Ahhh Don’t look in the past thinking what ifs. You should know that by now, man”
I nodded, “Yeah, I know. But knowing does not mean I don’t think about it.”
“True. I think about what ifs sometimes too…”
With that we got in the car and I started it.
“Either way,” Marcus said, “I am getting too old for this shit.”
I grinned, “You keep trying, but that phrase is never going to catch on”
“Just you wait and see!”
I laughed and we drove off into the night.

I don't like to double post, but c'mon this is on the second page and I added another chapter