Ok Book 1:1 Is completely Revised So hopefully people will at least give
this book a read and see how I could improve it so Email me at
Eaton1@media2.hypernet.com and tell me how I could make this better If you
havent seen Either Utrosukidoji Or La Blue Girl Let me know and ill answer
youre question as best I can thank you and now Book 1:1 Of the Hellraisers
Series (With much to follow)and enjoy the fanfic it took awhile but its
worth it

(PLEASE READ THE OVERVIEW FIRST)  Language warning.

Hellraisers Book 1:1 -- Hellraisers United

By Aaron Eaton <eaton1@media2.hypernet.com>
   With assistance by David Johnston <rgorman@telusplanet.net

Disclaimer:  This work contains rough language and
some references to sexuality.  
It is somewhat based on La Blue Girl and Urutsukdoji
but oddly enough isn't a lemon.  No offense
is intended to the creators of these fine works.

Chapter 1 Naroth's First Strike

Maieson walked out on the deck of the house around 3:00 A.M., his 
pulse still pounding from the nightmare of Nagumo and his demons.  
In the aftermath, the dream's message was clear.  They were coming
and soon Maieson would have to face them.  Sometimes he resented 
the soul he held that had changed his life upside down and inside out.

He remembered when it first came, eight years past:
first he heard voices
he felt pain
then comfort and a voice
He didn't know why he had the honor of being tortured with 
immortality and the responsibility for saving the world; but he knew 
he felt stronger every day and had a friend in the form of the soul.

<Nightmares about Nagumo, Maieson?> 

"Yeah, I know he's coming, but I can't stop him myself." Maieson said, 
aloud.

<You are not alone.  You have friends, and you have Switchblade.>

Switchblade was the name of the second soul inside Maieson's body.  
For all the trouble bearing it had cost him, it had also helped him through
his 
darker moments, including the break up with Rain, his 
high school sweetheart.  The soul had been his mentor and friend for 
the past eight years, and they had grown accustomed to each other.

"Maieson?" asked a sweet female voice.  As Maieson turned he saw 
Megumi, Amano's Sister.

"I didn't know anyone else was up," Maieson said.

"I couldn't sleep either." Megumi said, softly, as she joined him at 
the railing. As they stood there, they heard the faint roar of a lion at
the 
zoo, two blocks away.

"Nightmares?"  The street was quiet again, except for the chirping of
crickets.

"Yes, about Nagumo and the demons."

"Same here."

"I'm not at all sure we can beat them."

"We'll find out soon enough."  Maieson fell silent as they listened to the 
crickets.  Switchblade stirred within him, sensing something, and then the 
silence was shattered by an explosion, leveling  a zoo building.

"It's Nagumo, isn't it?"

"Get the others, Megumi, it's time to go to work"

"Gotcha" Megumi said just before another explosion occurred even 
closer to the house

"And hurry!"  Maieson snapped as he ran to his room to hastily pull 
on his "working clothes", a black jumpsuit,  swordbelt, red cape and 
mask.  The others quickly joined him and they proceeded in force to 
the site of the latest explosion.  

Switchblade took over as they saw Naroth, Nagumo's black-cloaked 
flunky, backed by ten demons.  "Naroth, you son of a bitch, you're 
gonna pay!" Switchblade snarled as he drew his swords, irritated by 
Nagumo's  lack of respect in sending his errand boy to take them on.  
Leaving the lesser demons to be handled by the others, he charged 
straight at Naroth, hitting the man at full speed to send him slamming
into a concrete wall.  As Naroth rose, he assumed his Demon Master
form, and a blade of  flame formed in his left hand.  He stalked silently
toward Switchblade, a fire blast shooting out toward his opponent.  
Switchblade dodged, letting the blast immolate the demon attacking
Mido.  

"Pathetic.  If your attitude is as bad as your aim you're as good as 
dead," Switchblade mocked as he prepared a blast of his own and as 
Naroth evaded, tossed a sword spinning outward to slash Naroth in the 
side.  As Naroth's blood sprayed, the sword returned to Switchblade's 
hand and he charged recklessly forward for the kill.  Naroth leapt back 
desperately, just enough to keep his chest wound from being lethal.
A barrier of  fire erupted between them, and as Naroth noted the
casualties on his side he snarled, "Foolish immortal, we'll meet
again under other circumstances.  Count on it, you have not heard the
last of Nagumo's empire," and disappeared in a cloud of fire.   

 In Osaka Nagumo was seated on his throne in Edo Castle when
Naroth reappeared in front of him, bleeding from his wounds.

"Naroth reporting Lord Nagumo."

"And what do you have to report?"

"We failed to kill the Hellraisers but we did..."

Instantly Nagumo was on his feet, slapping Naroth to silence.  
Naroth cringed as he felt his cheek.  It felt more like a baseball
bat had hit him in the face.

"You lost all ten demons without killing a single Hellraiser?"

"Yes, Lord Nagumo"

"I see.  Commander Naroth, I'm  very  disappointed in you.  The
point of this exercise was to test and demoralise our enemies,
not to give them a light workout.  Ten demons should have been
more than adequate to take out at least one of them, if adequately led.
Quite a few of your recent assignments have been bungled..."
Nagumo kept Naroth in suspense for a moment, then continued,
"But I won't kill you this time.  I'll give you one more chance to
show me what you can do."

>From the corner of his eye he saw Faust Munihausen, Nagumo's 
advisor and the General of the demon forces, looking on coldly.  
Faust was tireless in his hatred of Amano, who had
shredded half of his body, Himi for being the True Cho-Jin, and
Switchblade, of course, for forming and leading the Hellraisers.  He
was full of  half-baked schemes to destroy them, schemes that Naroth
had to execute, only to get punched, kicked and even stabbed by Nagumo 
when Munihausen's ideas failed.  Munihausen took all the credit for
successes, Naroth took all the blame for defeats.   Sometimes Naroth
wondered why he had been chosen. <Just lucky, I guess> he thought.

Later in the house Switchblade was still angry.  Only luck, and
Naroth's poor leadership had kept the Hellraisers from disaster.
They'd won, but not without injury.  Mido had taken some of the
backlash from Naroth's fireblast, plus cuts and bruises.  Amano
had taken a pounding from two demons.  Megumi had a 
gash, the length of a pencil, in her midsection and was being
attended by Himi, who had already healed herself.  Buju was only 
somewhat bruised, but none of his people had entirely escaped
harm.  Switchblade took off the mask and smashed the table they
were sitting by in half.

"Maieson calm yourself," Mido said, as Maieson walked away from 
the table.

"Nagumo had us where he wanted us!  The only reason we won is 
because he didn't respect us enough to send someone better than 
Naroth!"  Maieson said as he threw a chair at one of the walls.

"Damn it, Maieson, don't be such a pissass.  All we need now is 
you in a bad mood" Buju said clutching his ribs

"He's playing with us!" Maieson snarled as he punched through the 
closest wall.  

Amano walked painfully over to Maieson and slapped Maieson in the 
face.  "Don't you go loco on us, now.  It was you who brought us 
together and made us the team we are.  Right now, this stuff will 
happen the way it always does when a new group gets together.  
You have to get past it."

"I know but Nagumo...."

"FUCK NAGUMO!  Nagumo will kill our asses if you let him get to 
you this way!  And I'll kill you before you let that happen!"

The last time Maieson saw Amano this angry was the bar fight in 
Kyoto where Amano completely leveled the place.  Since, he'd 
avoided pushing him, but right now he was going to break that 
rule as he grabbed Amano by the collar and gave him a look like 
a lion hunting for dinner.  "Listen Amano I'm in a bad mood 
because Nagumo came damn close to killing all of us today  and 
it's tearing me apart!  So don't threaten me, because you
just might have to back it up!" Maieson then released Amano 
and went into the garage.  Maybe a spin on his bike would help 
him relax...

Chapter 2  Switchblade's Battle
 Jagged Rock was a lookout point facing toward the Pacific about
15 miles away from Kobe, a peacefully scenic place to brood. <Feeling kind
of testy, today, aren't we?>  

<Put a sock in it> Maieson thought.  <This wasn't a good night>

<We had a close call, but it wasn't your fault>

<The demons are getting tougher and closer.  Even Buju got hurt 
this time out.>  Maieson stared out toward the predawn light and 
America, wishing he could just leave, put a couple of thousand miles 
of ocean between himself and a fight he was starting to think 
couldn't be won.  <What if Nagumo himself had shown up? 
 What happens when he stops playing with us?>

<You'll just have to be ready to deal with it.>

        Naroth sat in his room, brooding.  Nagumo was becoming more 
abusive as time went by and failures accumulated.  As he felt his
bruised cheek, he looked up to see Faust in the doorway.  He sullenly
acknowledged the advisor's presence with, "What do you want?"

Munihausen tsked derisively and mocked, "Not exactly a stellar
performance, was it?  The best you could manage was to fry one of
your own command, and you didn't even put a scratch on Switch..."

Naroth interrupted Munihausen by slamming him against the wall.
Naroth's voice was dangerously calm as he said, "I don't need this 
crap.   When's the last time _you_ volunteered for frontline duty 
against them?  If the only reason you are visiting is to needle me, 
then you can just piss off."

"Careful," Munihausen cautioned.  "Let's remember who has the
rank and favor here.  In any case, I came to tell you that Maieson
has been spotted on his own at Jagged Rock.  This is your chance 
for a rematch."

"I'll leave immediately."

As the sun rose Maieson was enjoying the feeling of the wind  
in his face, and the smell of the salt water when he felt the 
forewarning again.  Tension building within him, he stood 
and began to slowly make his way back to his motorcycle.
Too late.  Fire and smoke erupted from the ground, as
Naroth and a new pack of demons materialised in 
front of him.  He snarled, "Can't stay away, can you?"

"Silence!  Maieson, one way or the other, Nagumo will have 
your soul.  Attack!" as the order was given, all ten demons
converged.

<Oh shit!> "FIREBLAST"  The blast ripped through the 
group, killing half of them, but the rest were wrestling
him to the ground before he could make another move.

Naroth loomed over him like a vulture as he gloated,
"Game's over, and you lose!".

"Not..."  Maieson kicked out at the two demons grabbing onto his
legs, propelling them over the cliff and down 50 feet into the ocean.
"...yet!"  Startled, Naroth stepped back and began to transform as 
Maieson slammed the two demons on his arms together and rolled
to his feet.  "If you want to catch me, Naroth, you'll have to do it 
personally."

"Catch you?  I want to kill you!" Naroth raged, as he slashed Maieson 
in the chest with his flaming sword.  Maieson reeled backward, hurt 
worse than than in any of their previous fights.

Desperately, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small 
glass bottle, tossing it at Naroth.  The contents ignited in his 
opponents
face, blinding Naroth as Maieson leapt forward, wrapping his hands 
around the Demon Master's throat,  as he howled, "I AM SICK...OF...
YOU...NOW...DIE!"  

Before he could snap Naroth's neck, Naroth broke the hold, and fire 
billowed around him, as he taunted, "It's only a matter of time until 
Nagumo has your soul.  Until next time, then."  He vanished, laughing
theatrically.

Maieson stood up again, a little unsteadily and vowed, "Next time will
be the last time."

Chapter 3 -- Maieson's Folly

Maieson woke up  in pain and confusion.  He was back in 
his own bed, and as he pulled the covers away, he could see that
his chest had been bandaged.  As he noted that it was night time 
again, he tried to sit up.  As he groaned, Amano, head and eye 
still bandaged,  walked into the room to check on him.

"How'd I get back?" Maieson asked.

"You passed out when you were almost here, hit your head pretty
hard.  D'you remember what happened to you?" "Naroth jumped me with another
pack, took me by surprise.  I
remember winning, but the trip back's a blank."

"Surprise attack?  Well, I'm not surprised.  You set yourself up 
for them.  Sure looks like they did a job on you."

"You noticed?"  There was a slight edge to Maieson's voice.

"Cheer up.  You could be dead instead."

"True."

Maieson looked at his arm and noted that apart from the injuries
Naroth had inflicted, and his headache, he also had a case of
road rash.  That brought a more important issue to mind, 
"How's the bike?" he asked.

"It sorta went head on into a telephone pole."

"Damn, and I just tuned it up."

"I'll work on it.  It's not beyond repair." 

"When I'm ambulatory, I'll help."

"No rush.  I don't wanna see you passing out when you
see the condition it's in.  "

"No problem."

As Amano left, Maieson closed his eyes.  Naroth had come that
close this time.  Then he felt a kiss on his forehead and opened
his eyes to see Miko.  

"You looked like you could use some some cheering up."  Mido
said as she hovered over the bed.

"Thanks Miko, but I'm not in the mood to be cheered up right 
now." 

Miko giggled and answered, "If you were in the mood to be
cheerful, you wouldn't need to be cheered up, now would you?"  
Without waiting for his answer she changed the subject, "I heard
you talking about the attack.  Why does Nagumo want you in 
particular, so much more than the rest of us?"

"For the soul of Switchblade.  If Naroth captured me, it could be
transferred into Nagumo and corrupted.  Added to the power he 
already has, he'd be unbeatable by anything or anyone."

"Don't worry Maeison.  We won't let that happen," Mido assured
him.  She leaned over again and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Having Miko for a girlfriend was an uncomfortable paradox.  Because
of the nature of her magic as leader of the Miroku clan, even though 
sex was her power source, she had to remain a virgin, at least 
technically.   This left him occasionally wanting...more.  

<Thinking with your dick again?> 

<Oh, shut up>
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Amano couldn't sleep.  He tossed and turned, a vague sensation of guilt 
gnawing at him.  If he hadn't pissed off Maieson, Maieson wouldn't have
wandered off, and Naroth wouldn't have nearly punched Maieson's ticket.
Eventually, he got up and went to the dining room.  He could see
somebody sitting in one of the chairs outside, cigarette tip glowing
as he inhaled.  Amano took a seat beside Maieson, the only other
real smoker in the house.

"Got one for a friend?" 

"Yeah." Maieson answered, handing Amano a cigarette and lighting it.  

"Back up already?"

"Accelerated healing is part of the Switchblade package."

"You look O.K. now."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"But there was no permanent damage, right?" Amano pushed.  

"Don't give me that!  Because of this injury, Naroth's gonna die 
first.  After that, Munihausen, and finally Nagumo and I'm going 
to  enjoy ripping his head off his shoulders!"

"Calm down, willya?   You knew Naroth's a sneaky bastard 
but he lost, and each time he loses he costs Nagumo more 
power and you get stronger."

"Amano you sound like I did when we started."

"You've been getting stronger.  I've been getting smarter.  But it
looks like you're forgetting why you started this."

"Don't start..."

Amano's guilt was gone, leaving his anger, as he snarled, "You've
been getting more and more out of control ever since you put
Naroth through that wall last night.  That's bad when you're
supposed to be running the show.  Get with the program!"

<You know, Amano's right> the soul interrupted.

"Stay the hell out of this!" Maieson accidentally said aloud.

Frustration washed through Amano.  It took an effort of will to keep his
cool when Maieson wasn't acting like an obsessed loon.  
His self control snapped, "Maieson, if I have to, I'll beat some sense 
into you!"

Maieson answered, "You wouldn't dare", knowing even as he said
it that Amano would take any dare, that it was the exact wrong
thing to say, but somehow he couldn't think clearly enough to stop
himself.

As Maieson said it, Amano lashed out, knocking Maieson through the 
side of the patio.  Falling to the ground, as Maieson hit he kiped up,
shook his head and started to charge up.  The fire blast missed Amano
by inches as he dived onto Maieson, tackling him to the ground the
way Maieson had tackled Naroth earlier.  Enraged, Maieson flung
Amano off, and a blazing aura of power now formed around Maieson
as the two of them faced off.

"I recommend stopping this now, Amano.  I don't want to hurt you."

"You should have listened to me then!  I don't back down!"

As Amano charged, Maieson's power flared out from his hands taking
the shape of a flaming bird as he called out, "PHOENIX BLAST!" 
        As the bird shape struck Amano,  Maieson heard an explosion and
and as he collapsed the last thought running through his mind was
<What have I done?>.

Chapter 4  -- Nagumo's Next Attack

 "Munihausen," Nagumo's voice was calm, but slightly edged.  
"Would you happen to know where Naroth wandered off?"

 "I think he may have taken it into his head to try for a
second shot at Maieson, my lord." 

"I assume you gave him that idea.  You set him up
to fail.  Why?  Your plan to undermine Maieson's stability
seemed to be working."

"Naroth hardly needed my help to fail.  He does so quite nicely
on a regular basis.  He was a liability.  But this time, knowing
that failure meant death, he could probably do some damage to
Maieson before Maieson saved us the bother of disposing of
the incompetent.  Maieson has been physically and 
spiritually weakened in the process and should be ready to
be neutralised now."

Nagumo considered, "And a former rival of yours has been
finally dispatched.  Clever, I suppose.  But you still must finish 
the job. Take as much force as you want.  But destroy Maieson's 
allies, and bring him back alive.  By this point, his sanity
should have decayed to the point where it will be practical."

"As you command, Lord Nagumo"

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        Maieson awoke  and tried to stretch, but found his hands
were handcuffed.  Apparently he'd been restrained and put to
bed.  They had to be kidding.  A single pulse of his power was
enough to free him.  He sat up on on his bed, then it came back
him.  He'd...killed Amano.  Bleak despair filled him, as he saw
his actions in the brutal light of rationality.  He'd ruined 
everything, destroyed all hope for the Hellblazers, Japan, maybe
the world-

<No.>  The spirit's voice was cold and uncompromising..

<No?>

It's thoughts were warmer as it answered, <You didn't kill him.
Amano ducked enough that you only scorched him.  But you 
did nearly kill him, and nearly put me in the market for a new 
host.  With your injuries, the strain could have killed you.>

<What was wrong with me?>

<I'm not sure.  I>

<I think I need to think without interruption.  Let's take a walk>

He left a note of apology, took one of the radios and left while
everyone else still slept.  As Maieson walked down what was left
of the streets of Kobe,  he remembered the time before Nagumo 
devastated Japan, when children played in the streets and high
school students walked regularly to school.   In his memory, he
could relive the smells of food from a street of what used to be
restaurants and small shops.

Switchblade stirred, <Feel that?  Demonstink.  A _lot_ of it.>

Maieson nodded to himself and circled around stealthily.  
The devastated street gave him plenty of cover and as he
closed in he heard, "You know the plan.  Make sure that
you take Maieson alive.  As soon as he is incapacitated, grab
him and pull out."

Munnihausen, with a small  demonic army.  This was one
problem he didn't want to handle solo.  He backed off, and took
out his radio.  "Anyone, this is Maieson come in".  He repeated
the message when there was no answer, paused for a moment, 
and then as he was snapping, "Respond, damn it.  Don't be a
bunch of-" a response came.

"Aren't you supposed to be taking some nap time?" Amano's
voice said from the radio

"Later.  Munihausen is in Kobe with a small army.  It looks
like Nagumo has stopped playing around."

"Shit.  I'll get the others.  Where are you?"

"No need, stay right there.  Munihausen will come to you."

"O.K.  Maieson get your ass back here.  I don't want you playing 
another act."

"Not planning to.  Unless Munihausen catches up with me, I'll be 
right there. Maieson out."

Maieson was 60 metres away from the compound when 
Munnihausen's force intercepted him.  They charged in a 
misshapen horde, bunching  together in their eagerness to be 
the first to claim the prize.  Very convenient for someone with an 
explosive attack such as Maieson's "fire burst".  The explosion 
toasted the lead clump of the demonic horde, stopping their charge 
dead in it's tracks.  While Munihausen got his forces sorted out, 
Maieson took advantage of the confusion to bolt for the garage.

Munihausen was still confident, now that his force was back under 
control.  The members of the Hellblazers who were charging out to 
engage his forces were still obviously recovering from the injuries 
inflicted on them by Naroth's attack, and were substantially 
outnumbered.  No sign of Maieson, which meant that he'd 
abandoned them like lambs to the slaughter.  

Then, as they engaged,  Maieson burst out of the garage on a 
motorcycle and in costume.   The demons were caught in a crossfire 
as Maieson tossed grenades at the ones in the rear, while the other 
Hellblazers held their own in front.  Munihausen ordered, "If you are 
unengaged, take Switchblade.  The rest of you hold the others off." and 
pulled out a green glowing orb.  Maieson/Switchblade bailed out of the 
bike a moment before the Orb's power caused it to explode, rolling to
 his feet and drawing his swords as the remaining demons charged. 

"Don't go anywhere, Munihausen.  I want to have a talk with you once
I'm done with your playmates," Maieson said, as he crossed his swords
and began to glow.  At the last moment, he called out "Whirlwind Spin!" 
and began to spin with blinding speed, dicing demons in every direction.
A tornado of ichor and body parts seemed to form around him, 
decimating the demonic force surrounding him.  

Stunned, Munihausen stood there awestruck.  Maieson hadn't even had
close to this degree of power in their previous encounter.  Before he 
could
think twice, his entire force had been destroyed and Maieson had a sword
to his throat, saying, "Pathetic.  You brough four times the firepower 
that 
you gave Naroth, and didn't even put a scratch on us."  Munihausen 
strained to teleport, but something seemed to be blocking him.   Maieson
looked up and shouted, "Nagumo! I know you're watching!  Stop sending 
these worthless flunkies after me!  You want a piece of me, come 
yourself!  
If you don't have the guts, then cease your attacks, or I'll have to 
come to
Osaka and find out for myself the colour of your blood!"  Maieson's hand
shook a little with the urge to drive his sword into his captive, he 
hesitated,
and then said, "Let's face it, Munihausen.  You just aren't dangerous 
enough
to kill.  Mido?  You can let him go."  Spinning into a roundhouse kick, 
he
sent Munihausen flying, but Nagumo's Advisor vanished in midair before
he could hit the ground as Mido stopped maintaining her teleport block. 
  

Munihausen reappeared in front of Nagumo and slammed into the floor
of the throne room.  Nagumo ignored him.  Consideration of Munihausen's
punishment would have wait until later.  Nagumo's eyes glowed red with 
rage as he considered Maieson's taunts.  Something would have to be done
about Maieson, and soon.  

Back in Kobe, the group were stunned by Maieson's new power.   Amano 
spoke
up, first, "OK, I'm impressed.  But I'm still pissed about you nearly 
killing me."

"Sorry.  I think I was having a little trouble mentally, handling my 
power 
increase. "

"So, what's the real reason didn't you kill Munihausen?"

"You were telling me I had to get back in control.  Truth is, I let him 
live 
because I wanted to kill him, way too much."

Meanwhile, in New Osaka, Naroth had been waiting for a certain someone
for a few hours.  By now, Munihausen should have made his move, and 
assuming he fumbled it, Naroth would be off the hot seat.  Provided of 
course
that he brought a suitable consolation prize.  

And there he was, a burly man in a red cloak, and a red mask, with the 
image
of a axe on it.  He stalked up to the bar, and ordered, "The usual." As 
the 
bartender turned to get him a drink, the masked man grabbed him by the 
throat and warned, "Don't water it this time."

As soon as his subject had settled himself in a dark corner  with his 
drink, Naroth approached.  The masked man looked up and commented, "I
wasn't
looking for company."

Naroth smiled thinly.  "Please excuse my intrusion, but I have a 
business proposal."

"You've got my attention."

"The Hellraisers?  I believe you may be somewhat familiar with them?"

"What about them?"

"I'd like to hire you to...deal with them.  In particular, one 
Robert Maieson."

"Robert Maieson is my brother.  Did you know that when
you approached me?"

"I had heard that might be the case.  Interested?"

"Oh yeah.  Yeah, I'm definitely...interested in your offer."

TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 1:2