Sir David The Killer Bee Beats

The sky over Tokyo-3 didn’t look like a sky anymore; it looked like a cracked mirror reflecting places that shouldn’t exist. ​Tenchi stood at the center of a literal crossroads where the asphalt of a modern highway met the checkered marble of a nonsensical palace. He scratched his head, looking at the signpost that now pointed toward "Yesterday," "The Void," and "Tea Time." ​"I wonder which way I ought to go," Tenchi murmured, his voice trembling. ​"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," a voice purred from the branches of a tree that was half-digital code and half-cherry blossom. ​Tenchi looked up. It wasn't a cat, but a boy with a blue spirit-gun aimed loosely at the clouds. Yusuke Urameshi hopped down, landing with a heavy thud. "If I were you, I’d ask the Mad Hatter. And if you’d like to know, the White Rabbit went that way—though he looked more like a demon in a waistcoat to me." ​The Collision of Rea...

The cavern trembled as a voice seeped through the shadows, ancient and heavy, like the weight of forgotten stars.   "Can you sense my presence, human child? It would seem you have strongly inherited the powers of the Mazoku. Yet you are still inexperienced. You cannot see ahead into your destiny… but I can. And I know this: those who defeat the gods will never remain ordinary anymore." The child’s eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the abyss. His hand tightened around the hilt of a sword that pulsed with a strange azure flame.   "I won’t remain ordinary. Fine. I never planned on being ordinary anyway." His voice cracked with defiance, but beneath it was a trembling resolve.   The flame surged, licking the cavern walls, painting them in burning blue.   "Can you see it? The future is burning blue. This sword of mine burns with an awesome power, beckoning me to take you down."   The Mazoku’s laughter echoed like thunder rolling across a dead s...