Digital Devil Story: Reincarnation of the Goddess (12 page)

Ancient magicians had used ash as a ward against evil spirits, and perhaps memories of this had lodged somewhere deep in Nakajima's subconcious. As the ash landed on the pomade spilling from the broken pots, it flew back up into the air despite there being no hint of a breeze, and started assembling into an image, highlighted like a hologram. The instant Yumiko's extended hand was about to grab onto Nakajima's throat, her body was enveloped in a flash of crimson.

The spell controlling her cadaver like a puppet was broken. The power flooded out of Yumiko's corpse, and it crumpled to the ground.

"I'm glad you made it, Nakajima." Nakajima returned to his senses as the gentle voice called to him. Her eyes full of kindness, a woman that looked exactly like Yumiko was gazing at him. No, perhaps it was only her silhouette that matched Yumiko's. Her milky-white skin, concealing the divinity within, shone with a slight phosphorescent glow, and her chocolate-brown eyes glimmered with a light suggesting a wisdom clearly different than that of a human.

"Izanami..." Nakajima found himself kneeling all of a sudden. Nodding, the goddess turned toward Loki.

"Demon, return to your world!" Her voice was cold and harsh.

Loki smiled sarcastically, but his expression could not hide his uneasiness.

"You appear to be one of the Kunitsukami of Yamato--why do you go to such lengths to support these humans?"

"Because this girl is my reincarnation."

"Your reincarnation!?"

Loki spread his arms in an exaggerated motion. "Fine, then you can have the girl. In exchange, I will take the boy. It surely will benfit him to join forces with me as well. I still wish to avoid any unnecessary confrontation."

Holding his breath, Nakajima watched the two talk, and a shiver ran down his spine.

"You're just afraid that some other demon will get a hold of Nakajima and his knowledge." Saying so, Izanami strained her eyes and glared at Loki's chest. Red light exploded on his breast, and Loki stumbled back from the blow. The spontaneous combustion power she was using was many times more powerful than when she had possessed Yumiko.

"So that's your answer, eh!?" In anger, Loki's hair stood on end, and he glared at Izanami from the entrance of the burial chamber. But no matter what he did, he could not cross that silver relief. On the other hand, Izanami's power was not dealing any serious damage to him either. But as the two glared at each other, the goddess' expression clouded. Right at that moment, Nakajima noticed the form of a white silhouette in Loki's dark eyes.

I've seen that before...!

Reflected in Loki's eyes was not the Izanami standing before him, but her as a hideous cadaver, chasing after the man she loved.

"Take a good look, Izanami." Loki's low voice wavered the goddess' resolve.

"My eyes reflect whatever your deepest fears are like a mirror. The more you look at them, the more your own fears will make you tremble. I must say that you're quite hideous--I have trouble believing this is your true form." As if to add fuel to the fire Loki was kindling, the image of a single person appeared, that of the young Izanagi, running in terror from the hideous Izanami chasing him.

"Your mate abandoned you because of your ugliness? How pathetic. Heh, heh, heh."

"You dirty..." Forgetting herself in the humiliation, Izanami started walking towards Loki, as if being pulled in.

"No, Izanami! If you leave the burial chamber, you'll be at Loki's mercy!" At Nakajima's words, Izanami painfully stopped in her tracks, and the dark shadow of someone darted behind her.

Loki's left hand was moving in a rythmical motion. By the time Izanami realized it was a spell to control the dead, it was already too late. Yumiko's corpse had stood up and shoved Izanami from behind, and in her surprise, the goddess stumbled outside of the burial chamber.

Making sure to stay out of her deadly line of sight, Loki kicked out Izanami's legs out from under her, and twisted her arm behind her back, pinning her to the ground.

"That was all too easy! It was foolish for a mere woman like you to try to resist me." The parts of Loki's body that were making contact with Izanami started to change from bronze into pink protoplasm.

"Kunitsukami of Yamato, I will impregnate you with the child of a demon."

With a stench seemingly capable of polluting the purest of substances, the repulsive blob started to spread over Izanami's body. Izanami looked at Nakajima, as if asking for help. But what could the unarmed Nakajima do against a demon that was capable of effortlessly restraining even a goddess? In a last-ditch effort, Nakajima entered a command into his handheld computer. Though trying to summon the electronic beast failed in the crimson burial pathway, the powerful aura in the burial chamber might act as a catalyst to bring its power back. As if in answer to Nakajima's prayers, Kerberos appeared in the chamber and let out a roar that shook its very walls, then stood ready for any orders.

"Kerberos, rescue Izanami!"

The outcome of the battle was clear from the outset. Even if Kerberos was at peak health, Loki was on an entirely different level of power, and Nakajima already knew what the result of such a match would be. Add to that the fact that the demon beast was already hurt and tired, and it became even all the more obvious. Even so, Kerberos resolutely leapt at Loki in attack. The beast's instinct had most likely already told it that this terrible enemy's one weak point was the protoplasmic area on his forehead. Dodging Loki's swipes, Kerberos clawed at Loki's forehead with his burly front paws, leapt away, and leapt at him again, repeating the attack pattern not letting up. Trying to fend off these attacks while using another hand to keep Izanami down, Loki was having more trouble fighting Kerberos than might have been expected.

Loki was not paying any attention to Nakajima at all.

If he was able to seize this chance and hit him in the wound in his forehead, he might be able to rescue Izanami. If only he had some sort of weapon...Nakajima desperately looked around the chamber, praying to find something he could use.

Right at that moment, Izanami cried out. Turning around in surprise, Nakajima saw her writhing in agony, still under Loki's restraint. But her eyes were not displaying any pain, and it almost seemed as if she was secretly trying to communicate something to him.

What is it you want to say?

Instinctively Nakajima started to step outside of the chamber. As if to warn him, the goddess glared at him, and cried out "Hurry! The fire!"

For an instant Loki was distracted by Izanami's words and looked in Nakajima's direction, but in that instant Kerberos seized the opportunity and slashed him in his forehead, once again drawing his attention.

Fire? What do you mean by fire?

In a moment of epiphany, Nakajima remembered the two spheres that Yomotsu-Shikome had given him. Praying that they would do something, he knocked them together. Twice, three times, pale fireworks shot out, but other than that nothing happened.

"Is this really want Izanami wants...?" Nakajima's palms started sweating with worry.

But the fireworks produced by the spheres knocked together in his last-ditch attempt at doing anything lit the pomade in the room. With a large roar, the flames leapt up and formed a circle in the air. In the center of the pale orange flames, the shape of a human's face formed, and flickered with purpose.

Hi-no-Kagutsuchi...

It was the god of fire, Hi-no-Kagutsuchi, whom Izanami gave birth to immediately before she first died. Even though he had not been taught that name by anyone, Nakajima somehow knew it. Instinctively Nakajima extended his right hand into the flames hovering into the air. Air swirling like a whirlwind, Hi-no-Kagutsuchi's flames painted a spiral shape in the air as they coiled around Nakajima's outstretched hand.

Nakajima bit down on his lip and tried to withstand the heat. It was not like the feeling of skin being scorched by flames, but instead a pain as if the flesh and bone making contact with the flame was somehow boiling, giving off heat from inside. Presently his flame-enveloped arm gave off a great flash of light. It was so blinding that even the battling Loki and Kerberos stopped for a moment.

Rubbing his dazzled eyes, Nakajima realized that in his hand, stretched upward toward the ceiling, he was gripping a sword giving off a crimson phosphorescent glow. An overwhelming power the likes of which he had never experienced flowed through his body.

Without hesitation, Nakajima leapt out of the burial chamber. With this sword giving off an unimaginable aura in his field of vision, Loki's movements faltered for an instant. Not missing a beat, Kerberos bared his fangs and attacked, and the instant Loki tried to brush him aside with his hand, he left his face wide open.

Nakajima thrust the blade forward with all his might. Reflexively, Loki let go of Izanami and tried to cover his forehead with his right hand, but Nakajima's sword clove it in two and with a feeling of heavy resistance, sunk deep into Loki's forehead.

"GYAAAH!"

Loki's cry shook the very walls of the burial pathway. Holding his forehead with his left hand, sword still embedded therein, Loki staggered to his feet. From the lower protoplasmic mass of his lower body, the demon's bronze upper body underwent a rapid transformation. With an unpleasant slimy sound, his bronze skin crumbled away, and the impaled sword clattered to the ground. Loki's entire body transformed into an undefined, undulating lump.

Standing dumbfounded at his own unexpected power, Nakajima watched as one section of the unstable mass of flesh in front of him started throbbing. Suddenly, as if it was a separate life form of its own, a green heart broke through the skin of the protoplasmic mass and tumbled onto the floor. It started to draw a strange figure on the floor with the stream of green blood flowing on it. As it did so, the air seemed to twist in on itself slightly, centered on the figure the heart was drawing.

"That is Loki! Nakajima, do not let the demon escape!"

Pulled back to his senses by Izanami's voice, Nakajima swiftly picked up the Hi-no-Kagutsuchi sword off the floor and thrust it into the heart of Loki as it tried to escape into the warped space.

After an instant of silence, the heart burst like a popped balloon. The undefined mass of flesh stopped writhing.

The silence was broken the next instant as Nakajima was assaulted by a rumbling roar from deep under the floor of the underground valley. Crimson stones started falling from the high ceiling blanketed in darkness.

Still holding the sword, Nakajima tumbled into the burial chamber, as if crawling through the rumbling underground space. The pots shattered one after another, spilling their pomade on the floor. Out of place amongst the chaos, the gentle smell of flowers wafted throughout the room.

"Yumiko..." As Nakajima tried to make out the glowing white form by the entrance of the burial chamber, his consciousness drifted far away.

EPILOGUE

Thump, Thump.

Something was throbbing. It was a slight rythm, but was definitely there.

Nakajima had already awoken earlier. He had felt warmth, and felt as if he wanted to remain immersed in sleep for just a little longer. As if suddenlystruck by a wave of sentimentality, Nakajima slowly he opened his eyelids. He found that his arms were wrapped around Yumiko. A bittersweet fragrance wafted vibrantly from her body.

"Yumiko..." Hesitantly, Nakajima spoke.

She showed no response to his breath. But she had definitely returned to life. Her formerly rent mouth had returned to its lovely original shope, and her slightly opened lips shivered slightly as she breathed. Her eye sockets were now covered with well-formed eyelids, and her cheeks had a slight pink hue to them.

Nakajima's impatience was enveloped by an untainted presence.

"Don't worry. She will awaken soon enough."

Turning around, Nakajima saw Izanami standing above him. Though her hair was matted with green blood, her shining, beautiful expression, full of kindness, calmed his soul.

The goddess opened her lips. "I will take care of her for a while."

Nakajima was perplexed by her statement.

"It will not be long; only until I strengthen her enough so that she can fight demons."

"Fight demons? But Loki's dead!"

The goddess approached, took Nakajima's hands and looked into his eyes. That instant, white light shone throughout the space in front of his eyes, and all color vanished from his field of vision.

"Look at this scene, Nakajima." Her voice full of worry, Izanami's voice hinted at the gravity of the situation.

As Izanami's fingers grabbed Nakajima's hands, an image clearly formed amongst the white space.

In the Jusho High CAI room that Nakajima was so familiar with, Ohara was sitting at a terminal, desperately talking.

"Loki, why won't you answer!?"

Gripping the microphone as she faced the silent computer, the image of Ohara trembled. Turning the power on and off again and again, she tried to run the demon summoning program. But the host computer's magnetic tapes remained motionless. Only the fans of the air conditioner disturbed the silence of the CAI room.

"Ooh..." Ohara stooped over and grabbed her lower belly. All the blood drained from her face. As if a sign that she was carrying the child of a demon within her, scales had started growing on the white nape of her neck.

"Don't kick!" Ohara whispered as if to scold the new life growing inside her.

As Ohara continued typing on the keyboard with a prayerful look on her face, the magnetic tapes started spinning as if mocking her on a whim.

"Loki, is that you!?" Ohara's eyes glimmered with joy. She tightly gripped the microphone.

"I've been worried about you, Loki!"

At Ohara's words, the magnetic tape slowed its spinning, as if in hesitation. As Ohara cocked her head in suspicion, a low, hoarse voice sounded from the speakers.

"I am Set. Are you the one that calls me?"

"Set? I'm looking for Loki. Loki, please respond. Where are you?" Ohara's hysterical voice echoed throughout the CAI room.