Rosario+Vampire Time, Place, Destiny: Ch 61 Cloak and dagger type stuff.

"In times long ago, far away, and forgotten to all gods walked upon the earth with mortals. The world was younger then and so where both man and god. So it happen once upon a time on a warm spring day. The fields and majestic forests of Greece were touched by the love of thegodess Demeter that the great god Hades arose from the dark underworld in his chariot and kidnapped the goddess Persephone, to be his queen.


"There is no good or evil only knowledge, wisdom, and power!" Nostravinci

"Those who have s power fear to lose it." Necrovinci

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Gregory let his messy black hair fall down to the back of his neck. He gave a small grunt as he forced open the door to the storage room where he was holding the three eyed yasha Fong-Fong. Luckily he was still unconscious. The necromancer placed his hands to Fong-Fong's head in an effort to interrogate him. Gregory let his sickly green youki enter the boys mind. While Gregory knew what he wasn't doing wasn't mind reading it would appear to be to one of a simple mind.

"Memories are not carved into the walls of the skull to be seen, events are not burned into the flesh of the brain to be examined at one's convenience. No the mind is a multi-layered thing. I'm simply going scratch the surface." In an instant Gregory saw a flash that was prominent.

A broken down park rose up before him fallowed by two old wrinkled, elderly men that claimed to be the god of life/birth and the god of death.

"This yasha boy has no talent for necromancy. It would be like asking a two year old to paint by numbers the Sistine chapel. Yet, there is something about him..." Gregory muttered as he continued to place his hands upon Fong-Fongs head and let his dark youki flow into him as saw the conversation between Fong-Fong and the two gods.

"Go to the city of Polarmo Italy. There you will find the famous catacombs. Go into them there among the bodies of the dead you will find a single baby perfectly preserved, embalmed and contained inside a glass case. Take it out of the catacombs and then go to the Ukraine in the city of Odessa to the catacombs. There you will find a necklace of skulls and a video tape and a diary all of them are very precious to Lime. They belong to her and it was left there by her mothers chief servant. Find them and take them.

From there go to Germany to the Castle of Shortsval. It's a beautiful castle built in a forest near a cliff side. Go there and you will find a large red orb along with two urns inside one of the rooms. Remove the orb and urns from their resting places in the castle then leave. Once that is done go to Paris France and take everything the embalmed child, the necklace of skulls, the diary, the video, the two urns and the orb into the cold homes of the dead."

Gregory smirked as he removed his hands from Fong-Fongs head.

"I wonder what that bitches mother and her whore of an Aunt have done...Well it appears as through I have a few places to see." He chuckled darkly as he walked over and slammed the door shut and disappeared in flash of green mist.

Fong-Fong struggled to open his eyes. Something cold and hard dug painfully sharply into his wrists and feet. The three eyed yasha could feel something warm drip from his head and down his onto wrists in a stark contrast to the coldness.

"Oh my head?" Fong-Fong moaned as he struggled to clear his head and figure out what happened.

His three eyes took a quick look around. Tall wooden crates and boxes were stacked haphazardly upon each other with little to no regard of their unknown continence.

The smell of rot and mold stung Fong-Fong's nose when compared to the warmth and happy smells he had come to associate with his mansion home.

"Okay I know I'm not at home from the look of things." He muttered.

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The stench of death wafted throughout the air like a rancid perfume than only one person on a vast battle could enjoy. Shards of broken glass lay strewn about mixed in with bits of shattered wood and tangled metal. Everything that was once a vast and elegant safe haven for youki now was awash with blood and mangled body parts.

A woman wearing a lime green dress with slits up the sides to expose her legs turned up her nose.

A youki with a single stalk eyes arose from its grey head. The youki had several large gaps in it, which oozed a blueish blood like substance. The creature seemed to be on its last legs as several of its tentacles were missing as it stumbled from the wreckage.

The necromancer ignored the badly injured youki. She flicked her lime green hair that went down the small of her back, as she looked upon what she and her toy soldiers had wrought with outright indifference. She turned and thrust her staff into the earth and let the dark crystal which stood atop it begin to work its dark energies and flood the area with its black magic.

Lime closed her eyes as she willed her body to become a green mist and disappear.

"Night Fails and Fairy Tale, two sides of the same coin which will soon no longer be currency. I'm simply letting the two of them bring about their own mutual slaughter. Oh yes the two of them will destroy each other." The necromancer Lime Yamaguchi chuckled coldly as she mist like body dance across the air currents speeding towards her destination.

"One of them Clan Righteous could overcome, but not both. Both Fairy Tale and Night Fails would prove to be a hindrance...Granted everything hasn't gone one hundred percent according to plan, but nevertheless...The board is set and all the pieces are moving in a controlled fashion. In the end I know who the victor will be, and who will get all the spoils." Lime chuckled darkly as she opened her eyes as felt her body reform from the sickly green mist from which it had come.

The green haired necromancer quickly reached over to a large brown bag that was slung over her shoulder. It looked to have been made of some kind of mutilated leather. Two scars adorned the top, one on the left and one on the right. While one final one large scar was decorated the bottom of her disgusting purse.

Lime reached down and softly stroked the bottom of her purse. Suddenly the bag began to thrash about as if it were a wild beast that had began to awaken from its slumber. The two scars at the top of the bag began to peal backwards exposing a pair of blood shot red eyes, which looked outwards.

The bottom scar broke apart exposing a nasty set of razor sharp teeth. The beastly purse let out a small purr as it stuck out its long pink tongue and licked Limes hand. Lime let a brief smirk cross her face, as if she were looking at a dog who had suddenly perked its ears up to listen to the voice of its master.

"Good boy. Now the items I need and hurry." Lime said quickly. The creature's tongue receded back into its mouth only emerge quickly once more a small bundle wrapped in its slimy tongue. Lime quickly grabbed the first item, it being a small silvery chain with large emerald green stone attached to the end of it. Lime quickly wrapped it around her wrist and quickly began to chant.

"Granath, Eligor I summon thee, bring fourth your eyes and conceal me." For a few brief moments the air around Lime began to snap and crack but it simmered down to nothing.

"Glamore at best perception filter at worst. Now I need to get going."

The purse opened its mouth again and spat out another three items. One was a small slender knife forged in the shape of a dagger complete with sheath. While the second appeared to be a large box with a ten pointed star carved into the top of it complete with funny pictographs and bits of cuneiform. The third was a small syringe filled with a lime green luminescent liquid.

"Good its almost time." Lime murmured as she quickly proceeded down the hallway.

"Where is he? I felt that bastards necromancer energies the second he cam for Fong-Fong and Ranma. Granted if that exiled piece of zombie shit is here then so much the better. He will be of some use to me." Lime muttered as cautiously stalked the corridors.

Gregory felt himself reform in the sickly green mist from which it had come.

He quickly gazed over the single baby perfectly preserved, embalmed and contained inside a glass case, the necklace of skulls, video tape, the diary, the large red orb along and last but not least the two elegant carved stone urns.

"Ahch!" Gregory let out a strangled gasp as he felt something sharp plunge into the back of his skull.

Lime had snuck up behind him and plunged the syringe into the back of old necromancers skull flooding it with the secretions of the green slimy prickly leach like zomboid.

The secretions of the zomboid that Lime had modified and augmented with both science and magic would keep Gregory in a docile state and he would be easy to control.

Lime brought fourth her hand and let her lime green youki flow over the items that Gregory had collected.

In an instant she knew everything Gregory had gleamed from Fong-Fong's mind along with everything he had gleamed from the items he had gathered from the tombs.

A sickly sweet smile crossed Lime's face as a new slightly modified plan formed in an instant in her mind.

She reached down and placed her hand near the mouth of her beastly purse.

The monstrous creature opened its jaws and spat out a small, green, slimy, spiked creature with multiple tentacles along its green body.

Lime brought the zomboid up to Gregory's ear and let it crawl inside it, through the ear canal, and upwards into his brain to take control of him.

If Gregory would have been lucid he would have howled in pain at being possessed by the revolting creature.

"Oh if this works I'm going to quadruple the sacrifices I give to Granath the zombie god." Lime chuckled as a sinister grin broke upon her face.

Grabbing Gregory by the ear she began to whisper her plan into his ear for him to carry out.

Once she was done Lime disappeared in a flash of lime green mist.

"Farewell my husband and Ranma, I'll see you both soon." Lime thought sadly.

Lime felt herself reform. Green mist gave way to arms, legs and body all of which emerged from the mist.

Lime took a quick gaze around at the small, narrow, dark, stone way in which she had appeared.

"Home sweet home." Lime murmured softly as her green eyes gazed around the cold stone walls of the catacombs.

She carefully made her way down the narrow passageway. Muddy water licked at her lime green high heels, but she paid it no mind. Down through the muddy water laced with sewer chemicals and onward. The corridors of the catacombs of Paris were vast and covered several hundred mile across not to mention several hundred miles deep into the earth.

The stench of methane, decay, and death hit Lime's nose as she proceed down the limestone corridors.

Ever stealthy she quickly made her way down to one of the lower levels to where she knew her aunt had her quarters. The sewer water and mud began to lessen as it gave way to dry stone. Human skulls mixed with stone decorated the walls along the small black globs which gave off the dark black light from inside casting a dark purple hue across the walls.

Despite being several hundred miles underneath the city of Paris France Clan Righteous concealed in decay and darkness thrived under its necromancer leadership. The cold dark homes of death such as these were perfect in teaching and training of young-lings whom showed potential for the necromancer arts.

Necromancers in general could be though of as a diverse people considering the fact that every culture of humans was filled with stories of the dead coming back to life.

Humans gathered from all walks of life around the world served discreetly as servants just as vampires had their human familiars to do their dirty work.

The humans were born and bred into servitude under the belief that it was an honor to serve the necromancers they were tied to.

Thus the humans were conditioned to believe that they must keep the secrets and the silence of those of whom they had be entrusted, never once questioning of where their loyalties would be.

The upper levels of the catacombs was where guided tours took place, granted they were all for show, not to mention the tours were separate from where the inhabited areas were. It also helped bring in money for a few endeavors here or there, not to mention it would help disprove the rumors that people could possibly live down here.

Lime closed her eyes as she reached down a felt her living purse open its mouth and spat out a small baby zombiod into her hand.

'Aunty forgive me, but I am doing this for the man I love and my son.' Lime thought sadly she struggled to justify what she was about to do.

'I'm just using all the skills you taught me and you should have realized by now that this day was inevitable. The sword can not prevail against the heart. When it comes down to a choice between you, the order and my plans verses my love...I can not fight it...When it comes down to a choice between which means more to me, you or my son and Fong-Fong.

Give me my son and my husband any day. World domination is a small price to pay as long I get my son and my Fong-Fong... Yes Fong-Fong's penis and his love are an excellent consolation prize. I could own the world but it would mean nothing if I didn't have my Fong-Fong. Yes his penis will make all this worth it!'

Lime thought as her lime green eyes growled with renewed resolve and renewed vigor.

Lime didn't stop until she got to her aunt's room. She let her youki flow over herself and become mist as she slid under the stone door and waited. Ever silent and watchful her body in her sickly green mist form permeated her aunts' room.

Necromancers inhabited some of the most darkest places know to man and youki however that didn't mean that they lived in holes in the ground in a state of quarreler and filth.

Indeed contrary to what most thought if anything most necromancers took a great deal of effort to ensure that their homes were not discovered. At least upon first glace upon the outside most creatures would never dream of entering such places of death and decay, like the catacombs however once further inside most necromancers lived quite well. Considering the fact that it took a great deal of effort on their part to make a place suitable for habitation, and that meant good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.

All along the cold grey stone walls glowed various symbols, in the necromancer language, each on casting a sickly purple light all around the room. The spell of which its purpose was to prevent rotting and decay of all that was contained within. A few dark blue over stuffed chairs sat in one corner across from which sat an large narrow overstuffed sofa also covered in the same blue color. A bookshelf carved from oak wood stood against another wall of stone.

A narrow stone archway off to the right gave way to a bedroom, and restroom, while and another stone archway to the the left gave way to a small kitchen.

She didn't know how long she had to wait, truth be told Lime preferred not to know. Despite the fact that Lime had caught a glimpse of the truth due to the items the dark one Gregory had retrieved, she had briefly examined them in small detail, in regards to what had happened the night of her birth and about what her aunt had done gave her no sort of closure or justification over what she was about to do. Memories of her aunt whom had raised her after her mother had died kept flooding her mind as if in an effort to beckon her to call to her, and bring her back from the brink of no return.

Lime would have squeezed her eyelids shut in frustration, that is if she still had eyelids to do so.

'Fong-Fongs' penis, Fong-Fongs' penis, Fong-Fongs' penis.' Lime single thought of the pleasure she would gain from this seemed to become a single chant inside her twisted diabolical mind.

Finally after who knows how long the stone door slid inwards and to the side and inwards walked a woman dressed in a dark blue dress. Her hair was put up on a large bun atop her head. She walked with the regal air of utter authority, as if she expected everyone of whom she encountered to bow down in reverence.

A look of contempt was upon her face as she looked upon the green mist that was inside her room

"Oh I'm going to skin a few of my servants alive for-AH!"

Lime struck. She wrapped herself around her aunts flesh tapping into her natural talents using them to feed off her aunt's life force to keep her weak until she collapsed upon the floor.

Lime felt herself reform into her human form as she slid the disgusting Zombiod into her aunt's ear.

Task done Lime closed her eyes and let her youki flow outwards searching for the last few players in the game to arrive.

A small grin came upon her face as she felt her plan coming to fruition as a ruckus was heard coming from the great hall. Lime walked down the corridor and waited for the fireworks to begin.

Several armed guards dressed in black armor with shock batons and riot shields entered to stone hallways. Each one armed their shock batons at the greasy black haired necromancer who a appeared in the sacred hallways.

Hello everyone! Life has been crazy lately. I haven't abandoned any of my stories alright.

I hope that all of you like this newest chapter for my longest running one.

As always review please. Also PM's are always welcome.

Cheers Dogsfang