Hmmm… This gave me something interesting to do in Geometry… Part II… I don't know if this actually ends up clarifying anything…

Hells’ Fires

Part Two, Akuma

The fires were hot, never ending and angry. They roared as they lapped against Him. Brightly they burned, showing no mercy to any that crossed their paths. It was, perhaps, too much for even the greatest of pyromaniacs. Each of the hells had their own characteristics, by no means were they the same. There were hot hells and cold hells. Dreary hells and moody hells. Indeed, they all seemed moody. But the fiery ones were the greatest. Fire seemed to cleanse the mind of anything that was bothering one. Ironic. The most raging, raving hell, the hottest of hells was the one that worked its way into the back of everyone’s mind. The idea of suffering the fires for eternity was muddled deep within. Like the demonic God would allow, nay, share the hell of hells. Of all the hells, that one was His alone. No one dared to interrupt Him there. There where his tears evaporated as they fell down his tanned cheek. They fell, allowing neither hate nor sympathy to waver.

       Who would have thought that His Siblings would have cared so much? What was so wrong with Him becoming so infused with the mortal boy? Some of His Brothers went as far as to impregnate mortal women, that was just a tiny example. His Brothers and Sisters alike played with Their fair share of mortal humans, well, most of them. Funny how when the Gods were attracted to mortals it was more often than not the humans. Ah, perfection. Was He attracted because His demons were rather similar to Jin’s humans? But for what reason was He alone penalized? Okay, He knew the Faith was starting to Die – so few wore even His Mark any longer. His beloved wore it, did he realize Who it stood for?

       It was His fault, He knew that. Dadakko. What kind of parents would dare to name their child that? True, He didn’t remember His own Name, but He had something that worked just fine. Akuma. It named Him for the demon He was. Was that the reason He’d been torn away from His mortal? He needed Him! Did They realize that? He was beaten, abused, violated – how could any, especially Ryuujin, the Father, allow it to happen in the first place? Was Xeen really that bad off? His hells weren’t faltering too much, the fires burned brightly, the ice chilled the soul – and everything in-between.

       DAMNIT!

       The numbness inside Him was magnified by the knowledge that a collection of His Siblings were gathered in one of the less fiery hells, patiently waiting for Him to come. Great. He could stay in the hell of hells forever, and They’d still be there. Gods lived for an eternity, and They would have no problem waiting. He knew They all leapt at a chance to shun the lone Guardian of the Hells.

       Akuma still couldn’t see what was so bloody wrong about Him and His mortal- never would He call him by the hated name. His mind continued to reflect on His Siblings’ love affairs and how He alone had been punished. He couldn’t do as mortals and “end His suffering”. How He wanted to!

      “So angry, My Son,” the voice was most gentle and caring and also the most powerful voice imaginable. Who else but everyone’s Father? “You want to know why? Are You sure?” Ryuujin appeared in humanoid Form. Ryuujin. Who else could withstand the hellish heat but the Dragon God. Not even the Mother could do such so easily. “I could tell You, if that is what You desire, Son. However it is actually not time for You to possess such knowledge. Still, We cannot afford to have You slip into isolation. You’re far too important, did You know that?”

       akuma shook His head dumbly, His tears still falling and evaporating steadily. “Father, Tell Me. Why much I endure this? Why Me and Me alone? Damnit all, Father!! Why!” There was no way around telling, Ryuujin could read the thoughts of any. There was no possible way to hate the Father, He would understand and make it better. He had to!

       “I have, until now, allowed mortal relations, as long as rules are followed. You know that, You were there when I set them.” Akuma started to protest, but the mighty Dragon God stopped him. “You have followed these better than most, My Son. But the fact remains that Your little pet comes in the way of the future. Faith is fading, Son. I have seen snatched of what must be done, You and Pegasus play a key role. You cannot father children to mortals nor can You become to attached to any. You must focus on Your tasks, Xeen’s future depends on it! You’ve volunteered to help set things right, well now You must wait for things to ripen and ready for You.”

      “Acceptance is now a crime?” Akuma whispered. “I opt for adventure and end up watching death. Father, that boy needs Me!”

       “Are You so sure things haven’t become muddled to You? Does he need You, or You him?”

       “He was—how could that have happened? He needs someone to hold him, to love him!”

       “Son, heed My warning and stay away from the mortals.” With that the Father was off.

       Akuma continued to cry, but He left his fiery plane and walked to a rocky one where He could go without being disturbed. Hopefully.

       Why couldn’t He go to the mortal realm with His beloved? He was a God – He needed some one to help Him pass the years of infinity. Only a God could know the true meaning of infinity.

       “You look ready to burst, Brother.” Tenba, His long haired, albino Brother plumped next to Him on the edge of the rocky cliff.

       “Why not fly here?” He avoided Tenba’s statement and knew the answer to His. Tenba’s People, the pegasusi, were the first to become extinct. He hadn’t flown since then. Tenba, the one who was to be His companion in the quest ahead.

       “Don't hate me for appearing to You,” Tenba begged. “They killed Dadakko.”

       “Why?” Akuma begged for an answer He didn’t want. “How?”

       Tenba gave a defeated shrug. He knew, He just didn’t want to say. Briefly He embraced Akuma before leaving the hell.

       Later that night, Akuma returned to the old barn He knew His beloved to be in. Blood was everywhere. His beloved’s body was covered in his own blood he had been dismembered. The expression on his face showed that he had tried to fight back and had been terrified to his last breath. Damn Them! Akuma held the frail, bloody body in His arms and looked down at the mortal who had been so beautiful. The boy’s parents would probably be happy to get rid of him. Damn them, too! Why did it have to happen as such? He never hurt anyone! He kissed His beloved’s cold lips once more, just as the moons were setting, before He carried His beloved’s body to where he could rest in peace forever.