Akuma

Chapter 1-The Sighting

It all started many winters ago, the day of the Sensō. I still remember that day very well, as if it were only yesterday. Many lives were lost by the hands of one man, or to be more precise, Satan. A dark, filthy creature, overcome by torrents of power and evil. No one has ever seen his true face, for the few who have, were possessed by a madness unknown to man. A small number of people have reported to have seen the Satan. They described the mysterious creature with the most disgustingly crooked body and no skeletal frame or any kind of bodily structure. A ragged black cloak covered the battle scars he wore with disdain, all of which he had won. He was master of the elements and was a warrior in battle. He was invincible.

I was only a young boy with no blood relatives except Kenji, my brother of only twelve summers. Having to protect Kenji, from the evil that surrounds us has proven harder than was first expected. Who knew twelve year olds were so manipulative yet so innocent? With his baby blue eyes and dark lashes that framed them beautifully, it was hard to deny him anything. Anything for my only living relative, or so I thought.

I remember that I was training with Father. Well, he wasn't really my dad but he insisted that everyone should call him so. No one knows his real name and no one dared to ask. He was intimidating, to say the least. I was learning Kendo, a martial art using bamboo swords. When questioned, Father claimed that it would 'prove to be useful in the end.' I didn't believe him at first but later on I realised why.

That day I was teaching Kendo to Kenji. He was a fast learner and always looked up to me. Interrupting the peace and tranquility of the field we were practicing in, we heard shouts and screams of pain. A look of horror was stamped on Kenji's face. We rushed over to see a massacre of all the people I knew and loved. I heard a horrified gasp behind me.

"Kenji! Don't" covering his eyes with the palm of my hand. The once brown mahogany floor was stained with the elixir of life. "Kenji," I spoke to my frightened brother "run to the safe room as fast you can and don't look back."

"Akuma! Please don't leave me," my brother whimpered. I looked at him regretfully.

"Just go, for me" I pleaded with him. Kenji nodded reluctantly and ran off, sorrow in his eyes.

Looking at the mass murder before me, an overwhelming sense of rage started to build up gradually inside of me.

"How could anyone do this?" I mumbled to myself.

Within the shadows of the night, footsteps echoed on the once glossy floor.

"Father!" I yelled "what are you doing! Can't you see that you're hurting him?" The only reply I got was an evil chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. Out stepped Father, light illuminating his face. He was holding Kenji by his collar, pain evident on his face. He must of caught Kenji on his way to the safe room.

"Your 'Father' is no more and so will your brother if you don't do what I say." Father spoke with a raspy voice. Suddenly his face morphed into the affectionate fatherly face I once knew. He released Kenji with a thump who then scrambled towards me like he were chased by a hound of dogs. I pushed him behind me as I turned to face Father.

"Akuma I am sorry I have kept this secret for too long. All this time I was being possessed by the Satan. Its only until now I am able to withstand his dark powers." his breathing became more rapid "Akuma I am not as powerful as I used to be, so i cannot keep on going like this forever and for that reason, you must you must fight the satan. Defeat him and be the saviour as told in the prophecy." With his last dying breath, Father, the one who brought me up, told me to travel to his friend who will help me in my quest. The light was dying out of his curiously silver eyes.