Woah. Another entry? D:

I must have nothing to do =w=.

This is... weird. It's a story that contains my semi-OC Kuroi. I really need to write his Origin Story... after He Smiles For Her and The Maiko are finished =w=.

And this is dedicated to Fhal... again xD. Since I got the word from her.

WARNING, character death! Won't tell you who, though =w=.

And review and stuff.

WORD: Bedevilment

DEFINITION: to possess with or as if with a devil

Feet pounded through the empty halls, a fist slamming in desperation against each door he came across, moving on to the next as he screams for help went unanswered. "HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE!" But his cries went unanswered, and his pursuer drew nearer. "O-Oh Anri, n-no… please!" Suddenly the boy found himself pressed against a door, watching as the figure came closer, a sword brandished in the dim light of the moon that shone through the hallway window. "NOOOO!"

"Marth?" A door not too far away opened and a blonde-haired young man peeked out. "What's going on?"

"Link!" Marth rushed to him, "Let me in, you have to lock the door, quickly! Before he-"

"What are you talking about? Slow down Marth, you're not making any sense."

"THERE'S NO TIME!" The prince pleaded, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder. A hand that didn't belong to Link. Marth nearly screamed.

"Hm?" Link's gaze jumped up to the figure behind Marth, and he sighed in relief. "Oh, Ike. What's wrong with Marth, he looks like he's seen a ghost."

Ike grinned, flashing white teeth in a devious fashion. "A ghost? No, I'm afraid he wasn't that lucky. And neither are you, it seems."

"Wha-AUGGHHHHH!" Blood splattered the hallway as Ragnell was driven mercilessly into the Hylian's stomach. Marth could only watch in horror as his friend crumpled to the ground.

"L-LINK!"

"Shhh~" A hand was clamped over Marth's mouth by Ike. "Don't ruin the moment, listen." He twisted his blade in the elf's gut, a look of what could only be described as pleasure appearing on his face as the Hylian screamed out in pain. "Ahh, isn't it lovely? Like music?" He twisted the blade again, and Link screamed once more.

"I-Ike! S-stop this! You're killing him!"

"Hm? What's wrong, Marth? No bloodlust?" Ike tsked sadly.

"T-this isn't you… Ike!" The prince screamed as he was shoved into Link's room, stumbling over the still breathing body and falling into a pool of blood that was quickly collection. Ike stepped in after him, closing the door and lifting Link up.

"Let's have some fun; what do you say Marth?" The light in the room finally revealed Ike's face, and most notably, his blood red eyes.

Marth gasped. "I-Ike?"

"Hm… he's still alive. How wondrous. Head or chest, Marth?"

"I-Ike, what's wrong with you?"

"Chest and head? You naughty boy, Marth. But very well." Ike pulled Ragnell from Link's gut, and pushed his hand into the room. The next sound was that of ripping flesh as the Hylian's body was mutilated. By now the loss of blood had become too much, and the elf had fallen silent; though whether he felt the pain or not was unclear.

"O-Oh Anri," Marth retched, the sight and the smell of gore overwhelming his senses. "O-Oh…"

"What's wrong, Marth? No stomach for blood?" The mercenary smirked, dropping the body and lifting his blood-soaked hand to his mouth and licking it.

"I-Ike…"

"Not Ike. Though by now I would have thought you would have figured that out." The mercenary's eye's rolled.

"N-Not Ike? Then w-who?"

The red-eyed Ike smiled, "You can call me Kuroi. And I promise you, Marth. You'll be seeing a lot of me."