Utsuro
Kenzo felt his mind shatter in a million pieces, like a sword breaking over and over again. As his spirit faded into nothing, fragments of his life surrounded him as he tried to put them back together. And yet something was very very wrong. This sickness, this feeling that overwhelmed him, why did it trouble him so?
You inhuman monster.
This was what he had wanted, no matter how you looked at it things this was indeed the best outcome. And yet, he couldn't feel any joy. A black fog enveloped the dead body. This feeling, so complicated. He didn't understand, he didn't like this he didnt-
Hate.
Kenzo gasped, but no sound came out. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't cry, he couldn't even scream. He was dead. It all felt hollow to him, all he could do was recall feelings and memories he had forgotten long ago. Even when he tried to escape them they kept chasing him. So he threw them away, again and again and again and again.
But it seemed that he promised he wouldn't let go, and promises are made to be kept. Because she accepted him for what he was, he'd have to do the same. He couldnt let her go, leave her so alone and sorrowful. He could see her, even now the sword was the only light shining in his darkness, the fog that was enveloping his soul from all directions, eating him from within. This only served to fuel the hate further and further.
Because she had accepted him, he would face himself. And so, he opened his mouth and-
Yes, this is me.
For a second, the lifeless body glowed red and contracted, as if in pain. And suddenly, the chains broke and he released it. His rage, his love, his hate, his sadness, his happiness, his envy and everything that he had thrown away had come back to him, only for him to release it. A thick smog was rejected from his body, circling him like a storm and tearing through the wood and stone that surrounded him, only for him to claim it back.
This was him, all of it. He had been like a child, running away from his actions and his consequences, but no more. A darkness was forming, an aura that no human could give off. Feathers built of the grudges and despair of a mere monster who simply wished to be human, shifting in color until they matched the blackness of his grudge.
It was the aura of an inhuman monster. A red oni, or a shiro yasha... and it grew. It kept growing and growing, covering his dead body in its entirety and filling it with new life. All rubble, all destruction, all that had been created was being rejected by this storm that whipped everything away with its immense pressure.
Gusts of wind and darkness so thick they nearly felt like a physical object, darkness rose and collapsed under itself contrantly, growing in magnitude like a pillar of red and black energy. This force, this pillar of spiritual power it was nothing more than the result of all the grudges he had worn for years, accumulated only to finally be released. And so, the two were thrown away like mere ragdolls, the calamity occurring before them far exceeding any natural phenomenon.
The tornado demolished everything, the only thing that was visible from the darkness was something, or rather things. The word hate was etched over and over and over on this aura that was released forth in all directions no more unnaturally than a great beast's body parts. No sane man could bear such a spectacle without being overwhelmed by the feelings that built this suffocating physical pressure.
HateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHateHate
In all it's fury, in all it's glory, in all it's violence and in all it's beauty, two eyes opened and gazed at the world through its new veneer. Within the dome of darkness it spoke. And on that moment 1000 years of hatred were now focused on the two women.
"Don't you dare threaten my wife, insect."
Meanwhile, the crimson sword that had been laid on a mountain of corpses glowed with its sickening crimson hue.
