Tales From Hades...

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Read at your own risk, for the following tale is not for those weak of heart, or young of age. At one point, this tale may include Lemon scenes, but for now there will only be violence, swearing and sexual situations.

“Speaking”

‘Telepathy’

Thinking

Book I, Chapter VI

A choking smoke filtered into Ranma’s eyes and nostrils, causing him to cough violently and rub his stinging orbs. The sudden movement, along with Ranma’s short-term memory, caused him to fall forward, out of the wall into the charred remains of the furo. Laying face down in the cool water, Ranma groaned as he realized that he had to get ready for more abuse. One couldn’t count on the ghostly girl to have calmed down, and Pugna was just a vicious asshole.

Ignoring the soreness that covered his body, Ranma forced himself into a sitting position and patted down his body. By his count, the beatings had only broken one rib and cracked another two. All three were fully healed, though a tad tender.

“Must have been out for a few minutes.” Ranma muttered to himself. “The house took more serious damage than I did.”

Looking at the shattered wood, Ranma began to pick up a minor energy aura radiating from the broken remains of the bathroom. Upon closer inspection, he was amazed to realize that the house was slowly knitting itself back together.

“Hmmm... mighty handy that. Guess I have something in common with this place after all...”

Deciding to investigate this later, Ranma opened up his senses enough to tell him that everyone (including Pugna) was downstairs, presumably eating breakfast.

Ranma quickly went to his room and got dressed in his standard uniform (“Hey, gotta go with comfort, and black IS my favorite color”) After fastening his shirt ties, he decided that he better be ready for anything, and decided to put up a few minor protective spells, just in case.

Upon arriving downstairs, Ranma was greeted to the sight of the entire family (and Pugna) sitting around the same table eating a traditional breakfast. The father was at the head o the table, dressed in the same tattered dirty pajama clothes he was wearing last night, reading from a newspaper, while Kasumi floated around the table, humming to herself (though she managed to send an evil glare at Ranma without anyone noticing). Akane sat next to her father, wearing a heavy blue apron and black gloves, one of which was holding a thick book while the other scooped cold cereal into her mouth. Nabiki had looked up from the table upon Ranma’s arrival, and was smiling at him in a predatory fashion while petting a purring Spine Demon that had nestled in between her legs, after catching a small dog, which was currently being eaten in a surprisingly clean fashion.

Looking for a place to sit down, Ranma was caught by surprise when Nabiki’s arms snaked around his waist from behind. Alarmed, he looked back to where she had been sitting, he just saw a smiling Pugna, gnawing on a bloody rib cage. He stiffened (in more ways than one) when he heard (and felt) the vampriss whisper into his ear.

“Morning again Ranma-kun. Why not sit down with me, after all you are my fiancé now.” Nabiki murmured.

Quickly darting her left hand from his waist and into his beltline, where she grasped onto a quickly stiffening part of his anatomy. Ignoring his jolt of surprise, she began to slowly pump his organ until it had attained full rigidity.

“You seem to be up to my proposal, don’t you think so Ranma?” Nabiki whispered while she hastened her pumping, much to the mixed pleasure and distress of a confused Ranma, who couldn’t help but moan out his appreciation.

Soun lowered his paper for a moment to look up at the scene before him. Shaking his head, he could not believe the manners of his middle daughter. He momentarily looked back on all the times he had to correct his daughter about her behavior at school, and now it was spilling into her home life. He had hoped that the boy would not have seen her lack of etiquette quite so soon, but it seemed the cat was out of the bag. Clearing his throat, both in order to gather his strictest voice and the attention of his daughter, he rose from the table.

“Nabiki Tendo? What do you think you are doing to our guest?” Soun asked in a deep stern voice.

The effect had gotten through, and Nabiki let go of her aroused fiancé, much to his dismay and anger. Glaring back at the girl with pleading eyes, and seeing her mournful, guilt expression, Ranma gave up and sat down, hoping Nabiki would at least get punished for her misdeeds (like not finishing the job.) Nabiki stood still, hands behind her back and head down in a shameful position.

“How many times have I talked to you about these things young lady? Isn’t it enough that I get complaints from the counselors at your school about this kind of thing, but now you are bringing it into my home? If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times. You know what I m talking about, right?”

“Yes sir.” Nabiki responded in a melancholy voice, much to Ranma’s amusement. This is what he deserved for being a tease to the great Ranma Saotome!

“Good. Now what is it I want you to do young lady?”

“Not play with my food, sir.”

THUD!

“Thank you Nabik- what happened to Ranma?” Soun asked.

Looking down, all he saw was Ranma, planted face-first into their oaken table, with a crushed bowl beneath his face.

“I don’t know Daddy, he was... fine a minute ago. Maybe I should wake him up, eh?” Nabiki smirked at her fiancé’s fallen form.

Sitting back down, Soun shook his head while lighting a cigarette. After opening up his paper to the preferred section, he just shook his head at his daughters suggestion.

“No dear, just eat your breakfest, I’m sure he’ll wake up in the middle of it.”

Grumbling to himself, Ranma stomped on up to the guestroom where his luggage was. He couldn’t believe the audacity of that girl, feeding off of him while he was unconscious. Taking a few moments to take in his rooms new state of being, he smiled to himself again as he was beginning to realize the houses true nature. Each room slowly changed and upgraded itself to the likes and dislikes of the current owner. So far, his room had grown a desk and some shelves, along with blood red curtains over the windows, creating a permanent red haze throughout the room, while raising the temperature to nearly unbearable temperatures.

“Just like home, save the wails of the damned and the constant assault of Pug-urk!” Ranma couldn’t even finish talking to himself as he was hit from behind by some of Pugna’s green hellfire. Groaning, Ranma gathered energy in his hands and prepared to cast a spell while acting like he was injured from the annoying blast. While it had originally been painful and debilitating, Ranma’s anatomy was used to such abuse and was healing faster and faster with each blast of hellfire.

Walking up behind the prone form of Ranma, swishing his spine-laden tail behind him, Pugna cackled to himself. He had finally developed a technique that was completely unstoppable. Now Ranma would never question his power ever again! Idly noting that Ranma had gotten up into a sitting position, Pugna turned his focus onto Ranma to rant about his superiority when he noticed several things that would ruin his morning.

The first thing he noted was Ranma notorious smirk, which ALWAYS meant he had come to some vile realization, usually involving pain. The second thing he noticed was the sizable orb of black crackling energy resting in Ranma’s right hand.

‘Hmmm...’ Pugna thought to himself. ‘I recognize that, though I can’t quite place where I have seen it...’

Seeing that Pugna was lost in thought, Ranma began pumping the blistering orb full of energy, multiplying its proportions by nearly a hundred, forcing Ranma to stand and hold it over his head while insanely leering down at the now quivering demon.

“Ah yes, now I remember. That’s your...” Pugna screamed as the crackling sphere was slammed on top of him while Ranma leapt back to evade the pillar of black fire that erupted from the floor, propelling Pugna through the roof and into a low earth orbit.

“Yep.” Ranma stated. “That’s my ‘Hisaki Bakuha Makai’. Glad he recognized it. I’ve only performed it on him a few thousand times on him in the last few years.”

Skipping down the stairs to the front room, Ranma seemed almost giddy to the other patrons of the home. He beamed a fanged smile at Soun and Nabiki, who were standing near the entrance; the latter dressed in a black school uniform. Walking towards the entrance, he stopped and jumped around a certain spot, where a glowering Kasumi appeared moments later. He smiled back at her, causing even more hate to roil off of her as she vanished once again. Akane hurried down the stairs wearing a uniform similar to Nabiki’s, though the skirt was much longer, and the top was fully buttoned.

“Ready to go to school Ranma? I won’t have a fiancé who doesn’t know the basics of Necromancy and Alchemy...” Akane said while pulling on her shoes.

“I thought I was Nabiki’s fiancé?” Ranma asked. “Am I your fiancé, or hers?”

“Both.” Answered Nabiki with a smirk. “I don’t mind sharing Ranma-kun, if Akane and Kasumi don’t.”

“I’m engaged to Kasumi as well?” Ranma asked, now thoroughly confused. “Is it even possible for me and Kasumi to... you know?”

“Copulate?” Nabiki answered. “Yeah, its possible. You just need Akane to help.”

Ranma just stared at Nabiki for a moment, then looked back to where he sensed Kasumi. Smiling serenely, she floated by her father and waved to him. This would almost seem normal if not for the massive black aura she was emitting, the ghost lanterns floating around her, and the spectral green chains that encircled her and her father, who seemed completely oblivious to the horrifying scene.

Turning back, he looked at the two sisters and just sighed.

“So what school do we go to?” Ranma asked.

“We go to Furinkan High, School for the extraordinary!”

Chapter Six Completed

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Next Chapter:
- Enter Kuno, the Demon Slayer
- Ranma goes to Furinkan High, School for the Extraordinary!

Until then,

Boon the Butcher

Dictionary:

bakuha- Blast

makai- Hell, Abyss

hisaki- Flames