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He remembers when the hunger finally dies down enough that he can think. All around him are bodies that have been ripped to shreds, blood covering the walls of what looks like a dojo and yet there was a distinct lack of entrails and organs for such a scene. Slowly he looks around, just now realizing how dark everything is.
No.
Should be.
He could pick out every detail in the darkness as if it were a well-lit room. The only thing he couldn’t make out fully were colors. Thought at this point it could have been from all the blood that everything looked similar. Logically, he knew something was wrong. He was amidst a sea of bodies and yet alarm bells weren’t going off in his head. In fact, now that he was actively paying attention, the entire place smelled amazing. It stoked his hunger once again, causing his mouth to fill with saliva. Pushing away the feeling, he swallows unconsciously almost choking when something more solid slides down his throat. Whatever it is hits his stomach and stills his hunger slightly, his fingers twitch making him finally realize he’s holding something.
Looking down he realizes just where the entrails might have ended up. He continues to stare at them eyes going glassy as he brings them to his lips once more. Something in the back of his mind was screaming stop but like his hunger earlier he paid it no mind. The entrails were still warm. His teeth sink into them with ease, the expected metallic flavor replaced by something savory. Within moments his hands are empty. A satisfied smile stretched across his face, as he stood and made his way out of the dojo. The crescent moon hid behind a cloud, not even wanting to grace him with its light.
Still not fully aware of what he was doing, he stumbles into the woods. Not minding at all how it rough ground cut into his bare soles. Farther and Farther from the carnage until he lands face first into a shallow body of water.
Gasping as the cold woke him, he stared into an unfamiliar face, reflection distorted even more by the running waters. Pink hair, a pale face with symmetrical blue marks like the ink they used on criminals and gold glowing eyes stared back.
Who was that? It was him; he knew. But then what was his name? Why did everything seem just slightly off kilter?
His head started to pound; a voice was whispering to him. It was muffled, and hard to make out but something told him this voice was important. If he didn’t listen then he was going to die. So, he forced his mind to focus. To hone in on that voice.
You are still alive I see. Pity you’ve forgotten your own name. Considering you’ve done more than most other demons I’ve created I’ll grant you a name. Akaza. Yes, you will be know as Akaza and carry out any task I give you. And your first task, is to get stronger.
It fades away, and the newly dubbed Akaza lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Over the horizon, the sun began its daily trek. As its bright rays cam into sight, the newly turned demon new he had to get out of sight. Get away before the sun’s rays could reach him. And so he did. Running back into the woods, as the voice’s command rings in his ears.
Get stronger.