The Consequences of Power

I find myself sneering at the characters of my own creation as I type. Watch out, y'all... Hiei's revenge will be very... sadistic.

Hehehe. I'm working towards my awe inspiring review!

This chapter will be short and concise.

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"Hurry, George!" Koenma shouted, waving his fists in the air at the demon as he tried to hook up the new TV in the demigod's office. Evil stood to the side of the desk, watching silently. He'd long since discarded most of his weapons and his chain mail into a neat pile on the floor. It was hot in there, after all! He'd opted to stick around and see what happened rather than have the strange blue-headed chick with a funky boat paddle lead him home. She was cute and friendly, yes, but he was currently quite interested in knowing the fate of his friends. That, of course, didn't stop him from detaining her with quiet conversation while the TV was hooked up. Cute was cute, demon or no.

"So are you seeing anyone?" he asked her, leaning casually on the desk. She giggled and blushed, fiddling with her oar. He took one of her hands and brought it to his lips, planting a very plush kiss on it, causing more giggles.

"N-n-no..." she stammered, turning redder still as he took her hand. No one had ever shown her such interest before!

"Hurry, George! I want to see Hiei slaughter Bojintu! It's not that hard to find a signal, damnit! Let me do it, you lumbersome idiot!" Koenma continued in his childish fit, sucking fiercely on his binky. The large demon sighed a long suffering sigh and continued patiently about his work.

"Sir, it takes concentration to catch the signal. If you'd paid the cable bill instead of blowing all of the money on those prosti--" he started, only to have his head slammed into the table by a Koenma who had shifted into his teenage form.

"I hear the cable company accepts slaves as payment, George!"

"A fine lady such as yourself deserves her own castle to live on, wouldn't you agree?" Evil continued to butter Botan up. She started to stammer out another answer when she suddenly gasped.

"Oh, poor Kurama!" she exclaimed, pointing at the TV. George had finally succeeded in getting a signal... after Koenma had somehow wrapped him in foil and stuck him on top of the TV. He sighed another long-suffering sigh, careful not to alter his balerina-esque position. Evil satisfied himself with wrapping an arm around Botan's waist and nibbling on her ear as Koenma made the lights go out so that everyone could see.

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"Oh, you like sucking my dick now, don't you? Tell me you want it, youko! Tell me how good it is!" Bojintu demanded, thrusting his throbbing cock in and out of Kurama's hot mouth. Truth be told, it was a dry mouth now. He was dehydrated and starving, dirty and exhausted. The only substance in his stomache was cum; lots and lots of cum. He didn't hear the demands made of him. He didn't even realize what was going on anymore. His eyes were closed, now. His muscles moved only because his body knew better than to stop, knew what would happen to him if he stopped. Bojintu's sexual appetites seemed tireless. He'd stayed right with Kurama, making him suck him some times, fucking his ass others. He got quite a kick out of ramming into him as hard as he could while commanding Chthulu to choke the redhead with several tentacles at a time. A sick, sick pleasure. Kurama's entire body screamed with exhaustion, feeling as though it would fall apart if it went any further. But he kept moving. He continued to orgasm, only now he had no cum to give. Even Chthulu was starting to tire, now. Bojintu hadn't even noticed, a slave to his own desires. Soon enough, though, it would all be over. Kurama was at the end of his rope and could no longer hang on.

"Ooooh, yeah. It's time to pound that sweet ass of yours, I think, youko. Chthulu, switch!" Bojintu finally said, cumming in the redheads mouth, pouring his seed down his parched throat. As he finished he looked up, wondering why Chthulu had gone silent. He blinked. The demon was missing all of his tentacles save those that were holding Kurama in the air. Bloody stumps were all that was left. He went very still as a blade was pressed to his neck, his enemy standing behind him.

"Your cock is in the mouth of my mate. I would highly suggest removing it before I cut it off," a steely voice commanded of him. He sneered and reached for his ki, finding... nothing. He frowned until he noticed the wards on both of his arms. How had he done that to him without his notice? He must be terribly fast. He shoved Kurama off of his rock hard member quickly, paling as he realized he was at the annonymous foe's mercy now. He was quite keen on keeping his cock. Kurama was carefully lowered to the ground and released by Chthulu before the tentacled beast slumped silently. A very short, slim demon walked around Bojintu so that he was facing him. He almost laughed at the diminutive size. Almost. He regaurded the ruby irises as they regaurded him, noting the look of pure boiling hatred residing in them. The demon knelt to check the pulse on the redhead's neck, his gaze never leaving the frozen Bojintu's. When he stood again, the condemning look made Bojigo cgo cold. The demon displayed such rigid dicipline with his anger! That was definately not a good sign.

"My mate lives still. In this you are quite unlucky," he began, using his words to keep himself calm as he strode foreward, stopping within inches of Bojintu's trembling form. "Have you ever heard of the animal called "Lobster"? It is a human food. Quite tasty, I must confess. But the humans cook it in the most interesting of ways. Rather than ending thlivelives quickly they ice them down to slow their movements... much like a ward on a demon? And then they start a pot of boiling water and simply... chunk them in... while they're still wriggling. I'd imagine this wakes them up quite quickly. Then they suffer. A brief suffering, I'm sure, yet still quite excruciating. Once they are dead they boil up quite nicely in the water, turning into tasty red delicacies. You remind me of a lobster," he finished finally, stepping to Bojintu's side. In one swift stroke his cock was severed from his crotch by the small demon's wicked katana. Bojintu screamed and started to grab for his severed member when, almost as an afterthought, his balls were removed as well, followed by his hands, which had strayed to close. He was screaming for real now. Hiei smiled ever so slightly.

"Are you awake yet? Torture isn't at all a civil thing to do, wouldn't you agree?" He rested the tip of his blade against Bojintu's chin, forcing him to turn his head and look at the silent form of Kurama.

"Unfotunately, you didn't get the recipe quite right. You see, first you slow them down. Then you wake them up, to enhance the experience, so to speak." His blade flashed in the air and Bojintu's pants fell to the ground. The small demon kicked him in the back of his knees, making him fall to the ground, where he tried to catch himself with the bloody stumps he once called his hands, causing him to wail in pain.

"Then comes the fun part. You see? You have to wake them up, THEN you make them suffer the excruciating pain. Are you listening carefully? It doesn't matter. You won't need to be told more than once."

The red eyed demon knelt down on the cave floor, examining the ugly hairy ass before him. He took his katana and parted the cheeks briefly, raising his lip in disgust, before plunging the blade into his anus. Bojincreacreamed. Not the same scream as before when his cock was severed, nor as when his bloody stumps hit the stone walls. No, this was quite a different scream. More painful, more frantic, more high pitched, and more all together depserate. And it didn't stop there. Hiei started to thrust his blade in and out of the bloody hole, twisting it back and forth for the full effect.

"You think you can torture my mate? You think you are worthy enough to lay a finger on his personna? You dare to defile his body with your worthless disgusting seed?" he questioned in a monotone just loud enough for him to hear through his screams. The thrusts became more violent, yet never lost the merciless rhythm. Soon his blade was passing beyond his anus and into his stomache, wrenching his innards around. The screams finally started to die down as Bojintu's body tried to give in to shock. The vengeful demon ripped his katana out and placed his free hand on the writhing demon's back.

"Now boil," he commanded as he began to push his firey ki into his body, causing his temperature to soar until his skin began to boil and blister. His screams were horribly satisfying as he began to dissenigrate. He didn't stop until he'd turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Hiei sneered as he ripped off Bojintu's shirt, using the clean sides to wipe his blade clean of his filth. He finally sheathed the katana and turned to his mate, kneeling to gently pick him up. He frowned. Kurama needed help, and Kurama needed it fast.

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"Where did he go? George? Where did he take Kurama? Evil? Botan?KoenKoenma looked at the antenna/demon in confusion, then turned around to identify where those strange sounds were coming from. Bojintu was quite dead, so he couldn't understand the screams he was hearing. What he found made his eyes go wide.

Botan lay naked on the floor, writhing and screaming in pleasure, as Evil sucked and nibbled on her clit, using the hilt of his broad sword to fuck her. Her breasts bounced as she rocked her hips frantically against his lips, slipping her fingers in his long hair. As he watched, the blue-headed grim reaper cried out in sudden delight, her fingers gripping Evil's hair as she experienced her first orgasm. Koenma groaned and sat back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, wondering what her was supposed to do about his favorite faery guide boffing a human. George wriggled a little bit, uncomforatably dealing silently with the hard-on watching Botan wriggle and scream for the past 20 minutes had caused. He finally had had enough and felt if he didn't leave the room now to take care of it, he'd embarrass himself.

"Um, sir? Can I stop being an antenna now?"

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Don't think I'm done yet, I have two... maybe three more chapters to go! :) I just can't add too much on to such a bloody chapter! O.O

I just put all of my chapters in one file and... 65 pages! over 30,000 words. ^_^ Biggest fanfic I've written so far.