Twin Devils

The Akuma Syndicate

Twin Devils

Chapter 17

 

(A/N: So, I’m going to make this one a little short, guys. I’m not in one of the best moods lately. Sorry, but the next chapter will definitely make up for it, I promise.)

 

 

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Everything about the family was dark. From their clothing to their vehicles. Everything about the family was dark. Their houses. Their history. Their senses of humor. It was all black, filled with more than a few missing points, nothing that couldn’t be changed with a bribe, and absolutely, positively no loose ends.

            This family had a name, infamously known by everyone who had watched the news or even walked the streets anytime during the last 50 years especially. This family carried the cursed name of Akuma, to hold the insignia of the dead on their backs, and to wave bones across their flags. A name which promised Death. The Akuma family had some of the dirtiest hands in history, their past littered with blood and soiled with dirty business. They had been this way dating back centuries back into the youth of Japanese history, one of the first families, and therefore, syndicate.

            The Akumas have now just become more popular in the recent fifty years because of the recent amount of social media and press coverage. People now were capable of being aware of their acts, and they were aware with a passion. Aware of the throngs of gang members out on the streets wearing black and red clothing, sterling necklaces, covered in skulls, and littered with the Mark of the Dead. Everyone in Japan knew them. They were the people that you didn’t stray too close to late at night. The notorious gang prowled the concrete jungles of the city, silver teeth bared, and crystal skulls ready for the kill.

        The only thing scarier than the dark history of the clan were the members themselves. Each of them were built for murder, specialized for the kill, and prepared for the thrill of the hunt. Even scarier than them still were the ones who rallied the gang. The syndicate leaders, the members of the family with that wretched dark blood in their veins. We are only aware of three leaders thus far, as the previous ones before that are a treasured secret of the group. The eldest leader known, Taigā Akuma, now deceased, was a simplistic and fair master, and some would even jump so far as to call him nice. When he ruled, the city was at a time of peace, and the crime rate was down considerably. The police could talk to the gang members freely and without fear of conflict of law breaking. Taigā Akuma taught his men that they didn’t need to act like criminals to be in a gang, leading them as if he were leading an ancient clan of honorable samurai. But that has all changed now.

            As the seasons have to change, so did the cycle of powers. The sun fell on Taigā’s last whispered breath, and rose on the proud gleam of Raion Akuma. The power had shifted at last. (Some have rumored with such audacity to not hold their tongues that Raion himself was the one to kill his father, just so he would become head of the yakuza.) Between you and me, I wouldn’t put it past him.

            Raion Akuma had nothing to do with his father’s teachings. This new Akuma was nothing like Taigā, and it was this man that would make the Akuma syndicate infamous for years. Raion rules his men with an iron fist and a bloodlust for being bad. He is a merciless leader with no compassion, and the only human emotion he’s capable of feeling are anger, pride, and insanity. Raion is a mad fool, so drunk off his stolen power that he defies the police whenever he can, and breaks the law religiously. He decorates his men with black and red, dusting them with silver, and bestowing them with skulls.