Blood Stained Snow

Ch 1 Identity

And I screamed.
I cry out as she lies in my arms, dead; her body still warm. She gazes at me with vacant eyes, like those of a broken doll. My mind is consumed by despair and yet my body pulsates with a dark power. The darkness has invaded my body; claiming my heart for all of eternity.
My body is no longer mine; I’ve become some monster, my thoughts no longer meet my body. I no longer have control of myself. And there she lies, held by arms I cannot control; within my reach but no longer mine to hold.
I feel rage.
Then a laugh echoes in the silence of death, a one man symphony invading my ears. And then I see him, standing there smiling. “Why are you laughing!?” More anger, the rage builds deep within my body.
And then he speaks, "You seem confused," a smooth, silk-like voice creeps into my ears. "Do you not yet understand what you are?"
"A monster," I manage to growl.
He laughs, "Oh no, my good man, you are much more than that. You are an immortal, a demon reborn in this new era of life."
"Why... do you laugh?" Once again I struggle to speak, my vocal chords refusing to allow my thoughts to be turned into spoken words.
"Oh I am merely happy. This new world is what I have been waiting years for. And then I am overjoyed at the sight of you, a newly awoken demon, and right before my eyes." His eyes gleam silver in the moonlight matching his long hair, which he has carelessly pulled back into a pony tail. He's dressed in a black suit and tie.
"And... you find this to be a happy situation?"
"Why yes, I do in fact."
Darkness floods my senses, rage clouding my mind. I couldn’t comprehend why a man could laugh at a scene such as this. Scattered around us, all the dead bodies of those I loved and cared for. This only brings on more anger.
I was once a man who knew of nothing except love, but soon I grow to understand anger and hatred, and all the emotions that accompany them.
Ever so slowly I set her dead body down. I kiss her forehead before I stand and am overcome in a shroud of darkness, an almost smoke-like flame wraps around my body, and it clouds my eyes and propels me toward the silver haired demon. I make my move and disappear in blinding speed as my body throws a tremendous amount of force into a punch that connects with the demon’s face. Darkness spews like blood from the impact and consumes the silver haired demon.
The demon falls, plummeting toward the ground; I leap and land another punch into his stomach. Lightening erupts as I release incredible power into an explosion of darkness. I follow him as I dive towards the ground landing nimbly onto my feet; I look over toward the demon’s still body. My fangs erupt into a wolfish scowl as a low growl escapes my mouth, vibrating deep in my throat.
The demon begins laughing again as his body rises until he is standing on his feet once again; a wicked smile stretched across his face. His body twists and contorts as broken bones are forced back into place and repaired.
“H-how?” I choke rage burning in my chest. “It should be fairly obvious; I am an immortal just like you, well not quite. I am far stronger and more in control of my power, while you are still a newborn, a child if you will.” My anger boils as I attack him. I feel my claw tear through his chest as I lash out. Four lines of blood splatter from his suit as he stumbles back laughing.
Laughing? Why is he laughing? I slice open his throat next watching as the blood poor’s from his neck and cascades to the ground.
Soon I found myself grinning in madness as reveled in these violent acts, letting go of my humanity.
However this ends as he stands, blood smearing his clothes. Upon closer examination I can see the wounds closing at a rapid speed. Each cut returning to smooth white skin.
I launch myself at him, reaching out for his neck with my claws, but this time I take his head, ripping it from his shoulders. I glance down to see a dark aura emanating from my hands.
Darkness; a pure evil power created from my rage and sorrow. It writhes inside me filling me with a lust for more violence; it devours my soul bit by bit as my humanity slips further away.
But I love it.
Once again I watch as his body falls, his head rolls away and I am certain he is dead until the same dark aura that flowed from my claws, spews from his head and torso, reconnecting them.
He wipes blood from his mouth, “Would you like to learn to control that power? I can teach you how to master it.”
“I have control,” I struggle with the words.
“The beast has a voice, but I doubt you have control.”
I react on impulse and strike the demon, this time slicing open his chest with a wide arc of my claws that tear open his chest in a lethal manner; blood streamed from the silver haired  demon’s chest, slowly forming a dark pool around his feet.
Darkness quickly gashes out of the wound as it is healed and became no more the demon laughs even harder as I snarl, “why won’t you die?!”
“I am Akio, the first turned demon in this new world.”
I fail... to see how that … answers my question.”
I lose my voice, control still shifted in my body.
The demon Akio laughs, “As I said, you have no control, reacting emotion like some child. Your wild attacks are far from perused. But you have mental awareness, which surprises me.  Tell me, what your name is?”
I look at him confused.
Akio laughs harder than ever. “I see you don’t remember your own human name> How tragic. Fine then, allow me to bestow upon you a new mane. Ah, let me thin. “He pauses, deep in thought, “oh yes, your new name shall be Kira, a killer derived from an old society.” “Kira?”
“Why yes, do you like your new name, Kira?”
I pause, contemplating the idea of this new name versus the memory of my old one. My human name still exists, out of reach of this demon.
“It will do,” I tell him.
“Good,” he then turns his attention to Aria lying on the ground behind me. “Who is she to you, Kira?”
“She is everything to me,” I whisper.
“Do you wish to see her again?”
“You can do that? You can bring her back, bring back my Aria?” I fix him with an intense look.
“Of course, but I shall need your assistance, Kira. To do so we will need to break the boundaries the god of this world has placed upon us; in other words, we must kill God himself. Once done, things like life and death will no longer exist. Will you help me kill God, Kira?”
“How can I help you achieve this? He wants to kill God. What is the point when this world is as godless as they come?
“You will take part in the reign of my empire. I will need your assistance in gathering powerful demons, such as yourself, and in gaining more power. The more powerful my empire becomes, the more powerful I become and the closer we are to achieving our goal.” He holds out his hand and gestures for me to shake it.
I accepted and shook his hand, and in every way it seemed I had just made my deal with the devil.
“How is such a thing as striking down God possible?” I ask him.
“We are gods among men, Kira; such a task is far from impossible for beings such as us. He will die, and you will have your precious Aria.”
He plants his other hand on my shoulder, “Are you with me, Kira?”
I glance at Aria’s dead body, “You swear to me I will have her again? Alive.”
“I swear on my immortal soul, Kira.”
“Then I am at your service.”
Darkness erupts from our joined hands as an intense power flows into me. It hurts and I find I cannot move; the pain thrashes through my body and once again I scream.
Wings, glorious, black feathered wings stretched from my back. I am staggering, barely able to stand as I gaze up into Akio’s joyful smile.
Then my human name came to mind once more and I figure it wise not to have enlightened Akio of it; to not have it cursed in this time of darkness, or in the presence of this demon.
I remembered my name.
I remembered everything.