Name: Akame, Kikai 機会
Age:
Thirty-Six (12/01/2018)
Height:
Five-Foot, Nine-Inches (5'-09")
Weight:
138 Lbs/62.5kg
Gender:
Female
Hair Color:
Raven Black/Chalk-White (Refer: Pictures)
Eye Color:
Deep Violet
Blood-Type:
O
Rank:
Jōnin
Occupation:
Merces Letifer [Division Commander/Master - O Cháros - Grim Reaper]
Infantry [Nitōhei - Soldier Second Class]
KSIS [Field Agent]
Bloodline:
Derelict Jashinist (Reflavor: Kaguya)
Kinjutsu:
Corrupted Magic (Reflavor: Abomination)
Appearance:
Kikai’s appearance carried her deviant confidence just as much as her personality, with varying layers of quiet colors and leathers she was easily attributed to a type that carried herself for combat as much as social functionality. Her hair was just passed shoulder length, however more often was found pulled up to a single pony-tail in the back with a fashion-centric fringe combed to the side of her face. Her deep violet eyes were sparked with an energy of intrigue, ambition and the attitude to drive through whatever obstacle and challenge she was faced.
Personality:
Kikai’s personality was best described in simple form of ‘powerful’. She drove forward through every challenge and obstacle with the pride and strength to overcome whatever adversity she ended up having to face; carrying herself all the same, she kept her chin up, back straight and developed a sense of militaristic patriotism in everything she had done, even her voice carried a sharp connotation of conviction behind every word.
History:
Kikai’s history is nothing short from reveling in every moment with a degree of energy and strength. With both her parents being shinobi of moderate worth, they were more than capable of raising her with sufficient funds, tools and otherwise was able to provide her with all the luxuries a little girl could ever want or need. Most would figure with an upbringing such as that, she would be something of a spoiled brat; to their surprise she grew to accept and acknowledge that what she had was never considered the norm, or an expectation; and developed an attitude of humility for the most part, and a greater respect for the life of a shinobi. Despite knowing of its hardships and the risks involved both in health but in mind too.
Throughout her career from the time she graduated the Academy was full of missions that lead her throughout the land of Lightning and only minorly beyond the borders of her home-country. While fortuitous in each mission, with only a few failures it left her in favorable odds by becoming a Chūnin at an early age. Given her conviction in attributing everything with all of her energy and effort, the role of Chūnin has quickly become something burdensome to her. While it expanded the opportunities for her to pursue, there was always room for more.
It was at the age of fourteen when the Merces Letifer reached out to her, a simple offer letter left in her family mailbox, it was otherwise unassuming much like the division painted itself to be. Why? Well, Kikai during these times had begun making a name for herself being… Extra particular on how she handled the deaths of her enemies. A Chūnin needed to be skilled certainly in handling the deaths of enemies, be it shinobi, mercenaries, missing ninja or chakraless individuals. Given the circumstances of how a mission may pan out, she had carefully executed every mission with a strange detail to the deaths of her foes. That is to say, nearly nothing was left- and everything was used. To her at least, it was something akin to a challenge. To prying eyes, they struggled to find anything to do with the marks; aside from the parts of the body she would severe as simple proof that the target was eliminated; this could range from ears, fingers, toes, or other extremities that made sense for the job.
The obvious choice followed suit for Kikai, she agreed to the opportunity. While little was known about the Merces Letifer, what was known had left her plenty intrigued by their actions and purpose in the village. Where the ANBU were the village’s assassins, subterfuge specialists and recon. The Merces Letifer were the… Silencers.
A year past into Kikai’s ventures with the task-force and she had quickly found her place. Comfort wasn’t a part of the job, but understanding one’s position and their role helped them associate their actions as a sense of ‘comfort’. They had a job and as long as their job was done, everything went smoothly. If it failed to go through according to plan, they simply had to act with a bit more aggressiveness until it did- Or fail at the cost of their lives and any remains to be traced.
As such, every member acted as if their mission was to be their last; and their days were long spent and that this one could be it. One could assume it left a rather dreary air about them- but a lot of her squad were left it quite high spirits. They all had what they needed, food, homes, friends and accepted that they came into this role with the responsibility that came with it.
However, a rather fateful night befall the fifteen year-old during a mission with her regular squad. They were performing a stakeout on a mid-profile politician in Bear Country, and like any other mission they needed to understand his routines. What he liked, what he avoided and worked towards coming to a conclusion to make his planned death- look like any other, an accident. During this, Kikai was stationed with a relatively senior member; he was overall rather unassuming. Appearances were bleak, his voice was crass and grinded like metal to metal. But in general he seemed like a fairly rudimentary man with a job that made his ends meet. The key difference from this night, and many others before- were he and she were alone without the others nearby; having them all stationed around the facilities to surveil the scenario.
It was then, that the man inquired. “Have you ever heard of the god Jashin?” his tone carried to ill-will, nor did it bode any malevolence too it either; for all she knew, it was mostly just a conversation to pass the time.
“Jashin? Afraid not no.” Kikai replied with idled interest in her tone. “I see, you seem the sort that might resound with his ideals. Is all.” From their branch, he sat down and let his legs dangle. Observing his surroundings and keeping his focus on the job. “Oh?” Kikai crouched down, her feet planted to the branch and ready to maneuver when and if she needed, “I never thought myself much of a religious sort- Or that any God or Goddess would care about me.” Sniffing from the brisk air, they were shinobi; and had chakra to help stabilize their temperatures. But in some cases, it was safer to simply let their natural bodies do the work.
“I think you would be surprised. He actually quite likes folk like us in Merces Letifer; think of him as the sort that admires the reality that people come and go.” The comment settled in the still air for some moments. Kikai wasn’t dense, but she was certainly curious.
“So he values the act of murder, then?” Kikai cast her companion a curious gaze with an arched brow. “Well. He doesn’t so much care for how one’s passing comes to be. Which is why, he tends to favor us folk.” The man motioned to the complex before them. “After-all, we are doing it anyways. And he can grant some unique … Skills; unlike so many other gods- He actually.. Befits his worshipers with power.” The man’s tone remained with his careful poise. It wasn’t much in terms of trying to convince Kikai, the young girl was quite sure he didn’t care one way or another. As far as she could tell, this god didn’t bless those who converted more people. Just the act of continuing the cycle of death.
Some twenty minutes passed in comfortable silence, they both knew neither had expectations of the other- aside from their job. Which was going swimmingly up to this point. “Hmh… And how does an aspirant become a part of this… Jashinism?” Kikai inquired, her palm angled to hold up her head at this point as time passed in idle-breaths.
At the sound of jingling, Kikai’s attention cast carefully to her ally. Whom held an amulet by a chain, from it resided a circular formation with an upside-down triangle. “Simply by acting through his name. Some believe you need to be a part of some greater group- But you’ll find he doesn’t care quite so much.” The young-Kikai casually swiped the chain and amulet from his grip and peered at the metallic formation with half-lidded eyes. “That’s it? Just… Do what I usually do and say whatever in the name of Jashin? Sounds sketchy.” She retorted with a logical counter. “No one said you had to, but if you do. You’ll find that he’s quite a giving God if you do.”
Her eyes returned to the amulet, and huffed. “Well. Not like it could hurt to try.” And she slung the necklace over her head. Eyes returning to the job. As the squad had come to a conclusion of how to enact the silencing. She was tasked with the final blow; raising her ninja-to overhead she heard a lingering voice. Crawling from the back of her neck, it caressed the canals of her ears with an eerie closeness.
“καλωσορίζω το παιδί μου”
Ten years later
Leaning against the spine of a chair, Kikai’s feet were propped up atop a desk, and a book carefully nuzzled between the palm of her left hand. Her attention was primarily entranced into the text; though there was hustling and bustling around the room the was occupying. After-all, the Merces Letifer had any number of members, not all sharing squads, identities or even on speaking terms.
This was a rest-area of sorts between missions, or if they simply wanted somewhere to kick back and read. Such as Kikai was undergoing, the novel in hand was unmarked; with no author, no title or otherwise, for any passerbys it could look like she was simply reading a diary of sorts.
However such was not the full truth, it was a text passed onto her from the same man that first introduced her to the concept of Jashin, and the act of performing the means of a person’s death under his name. That man she later affirmed his name to be ‘Nanashi’ it carried a bit of ironic connotation to it; but she never let it bother her. No what was important was before he eventually vanished, she was to inherit this text. One which detailed the next stages into becoming closer to the grasps of Jashin; throughout the decade of her service she had become a bit attached to the concept of her God; it wasn’t some unhealthy obsession like some cults. And the voice she assumed was Jashin’s; stopped talking to her shortly after the first words were spoken. Admittedly, she quite liked it that way; she knew he aided her in her operations and abilities. It was more than obvious to her as she developed powers that were considered otherworldly.
Soon enough, it became not enough. The powers he gave people were albeit addicting, they surpassed mortal limits, and rumor had it that some people achieved immortality through him. Why not her?
Well when Nanashi forever-departed, he explained that the text would help her achieve such aspirations, to become a true disciple to Jashin. It was interesting, and certainly a path that would improve herself and her connection to him. If only for power.
At the beginning of the text it was titled. ‘Jashin’s Embrace’.
“Hm… Well, it’s a start.” Kikai muttered, after some hours studying the book she had closed it. And departed, as the text explained a specific location in Kaminari no Kuni. A birthplace, is what it was denoted; it didn’t quite make sense; beyond directions, landmarks and some hastily scratched notes. So she needed to ascertain the truth herself.
Some uneventful days had past, Kikai had found herself at the foot of a dwarfed mountain; given the area was strewn with all shapes and sizes of the same natural occurrence. If the book hadn’t detailed the exact location, one would have a bit of trouble having found it. The mountain itself in close proximity was surrounded by a thick bog, that had trees quite massive in size- all of which obscured the formation with a heavy-set fog into the air.
It was naturally hidden quite well, and otherwise a person may just pass the area off as unassuming.
Ascending some few hundred diagonal feet, Kikai was met with a mine-shaft entrance; at the top was chiseled and scorched in ancient Kumogakurian; while her language fluency wasn’t masterful by any stretch, she read it aloud “γάντι της συγχώρεσης… Strange name.” Nevertheless, the stoic warrior had made her entrance.
In moments, the depths were coalesced in darkness; with no torched, sconces or other lighting to be seen. While she ran her hand along the walls of the pathway; it quickly became clear how abnormal this shaft was- it was winding, and for the most part broke into several paths. Presumably to misdirect those unwelcome- in-spite the darkness, Kikai had the luxury of formerly studying a text all about this place. And knew with a rule of thumb how to proceed in the shadows.
Hours into the descent; the air started to grow with a lingering weight. In the endless darkness came a lofting air of tinted red. “Is this… Mist? Down here?” Ushered out a hushed voice from Kikai, she figured that in this venture was isolation from others- thus her tone wasn’t stifled much.
Perhaps airing more confusion. As she continued, the mist thickened and grew hot- incredibly hot, one without adequate endurance could find themselves passing out, or burning up in the sheer temperature. Furthermore, it started to smell of iron. “... Blood?” Came her voice reaffirming her thoughts to herself, as the taste hit her tongue. “I must be close then…” Kikai’s mind referencing indicators back to the text. It spoke of an altar in the birthplace, where one could finally become close to Jashin, an embodiment of his will.
“καλωσορίζω το παιδί μου”
Came the sound of a disheveled voice once more, disjointed from reality and seemingly from all directions. It bombarded her mind and every nerve of her body; she recognized it- The same words, the same voice from ten years prior. “You again.” Her voice content in an unspoken closure.
Within’ sight, the darkness and reddened mist broke into a slighted light. Just at the end of the current path she inhabited. It took a ninety degree turn, so she was unable to discern the visuals immediately. Having closed the distance, an aired sound of a thousand whispers- each meshed within’ themselves; all seemingly unintelligible came from the room. Turning the corner came the sight a bit unsettling, even for herself.
The chamber that lay before her was significant in size. The walls were completely smoothed out the roof high, and the rest of the room oval in all directions except for a pathway. Along the path was smoothed stone, and a few feet wide. Leading up to the center of this chamber were a number of steps at the end of the path. Mantled at the top was what could be described as a bowl with a small platform- it looked marble if one guessed. Normally one would dismiss a room like this as simply artistic- However, coming from the bowl was an overflow of boiling blood. The room was swathed in layers of blood, it was splattered on the walls, walkway, and even up to the rounded ceiling.
“... It now makes sense as to why it’s called an altar then.” Her throat held a lump- she was used to blood. Her entire life in work and in religion was centered on it. But this-- was a lot, and to be boiled by some unseen force could convince many to flee.
But, Kikai had narrowed her eyes, straightened her back and convinced her resolve. Stepping forwards the slosh of the blood on the walkway collided with her footwear. A layer of chakra on her soles was held to prevent any unnecessary falling. Upon arriving at the steps, she felt a gravity of sorrow and hatred. Could emotions weigh the air down like this? The thought crossed her mind, but she wasn’t about to start asking too many philosophical questions. Her goal was ahead, and no weight other than her own could stay her.
Moments later, she stood at the base of the altar. A small platform surrounded the bowl, enough for a few people to be stationed and looking within’ the sloshing, boiling mass of blood. While she struggled to put words to describe it, the blood had swirling energies of black, purple and red coursing from it’s base. As if the energy had tendrils, it was almost as if they were wrapping around her person. Calling her to enter the bowl.
“In the teachings of my Master, and in accordance to the text.” Kikai had knelt down on both knees, and drew a blade from her thigh; it wasn’t ritualistic in design, but effective for slaying people. She had angled the blade and pointed the tip to her chest. “Πατέρα, συνδέστε το όρκο με τη ροή σας.” Words spoken aloud, that she had read in the madness of notes. Afore she drove the blade through her chest. A spray of her own blood sloshed down from her hands, torso and down into the pool that stretched before her.
“Παιδί, ας δούμε αν είσαι άξιος.” Came the same voice from earlier. The ethereal tendrils of black, purple and red slithered from the air and lunged towards her newfound wound. Crashing in like a drug that seized control of her system. Kikai’s body started to spaz violently afore her vision slid into a welcomed darkness.
Re-awakening. Kikai came too while standing. She was no longer at the altar however, stretched as far as the eye could see was a molten hellscape, but lava replaced with blood- One could assume.
After turning around and examining the entire area. She had realized that the wound in her chest was replaced with what could best described as a black-mass with chalk-white markings that stretched in line with where her ribs would be internally, it filled the void where flesh and blood once reside, and dangling just in-front of it was the amulet of Jashin; undamaged.
She was ushered to look up, unsure as to why- a calling almost. And there she witnessed an eldritch creature, monolithic in human standards- But sat on a throne of skulls and blood; it was difficult to decide whether he looked more like a human, or a devil.
“You have been judged. Kikai Akame.” Boomed from the monstrosity. It aired with deigned hostility and spoke with authority beyond any mortal. “Young you are, but with the duty to Jashin- And the passing of lives as you’ve done without hesitation. I will grant you but a small fragment of my unfathomable strength.” The being stood from the throne, at fifty feet tall. It only took a few steps before closing the distance. As it stood before her, a hand reached to it’s own torso and pulled off something akin to a blood-like flesh, and dropped it towards Kikai.
Once it was in grabbing distance, it’s momentum halted. Kikai had a lingering feeling that the acceptance of this piece; was the equivalent of welcoming Jashin into her- A host of sorts. These deals were never clear, and often one-sided. His power, but likely at the cost of her soul- A life that even if hers ended- Likely would be served at his side as a servant in his hellscape.
Kikai spoke, aloud- but to herself. “To accept is to become as close to one. To refuse is to be swallowed into an eternity of death and servitude.” She stared at the hovering piece, it didn’t retain any particular form for long. But it retained the bloodied texture and color no-less.
A moment passed, she knew her answer. And looked up to the gargantuan form, all while reaching out to the piece he offered. Crushing it within’ her hand- it sloshed and melded to her skin. “I accept. Lord Jashin.” And she drove the remaining energy too her chest.
In a blinding, suffocating moment she was thrusted from the hellscape and stood at the base of the altar; where her rite of blood initiated. Beside her foot lay the knife, and the room swelled with the same boiling blood.
Looking at her chest, the amulet of Jashin lay as it always had- However, much like the hellscape hallucination -- Was a blackened mass and same chalk-white markings, dead-center above her breast. And with it, she could sense an unnatural energy emanating from it. Her eyes closed, as a momentary prayer was spoken in a hushed tone.
“With this… We can grow closer Jashin.”
Throughout her career from the time she graduated the Academy was full of missions that lead her throughout the land of Lightning and only minorly beyond the borders of her home-country. While fortuitous in each mission, with only a few failures it left her in favorable odds by becoming a Chūnin at an early age. Given her conviction in attributing everything with all of her energy and effort, the role of Chūnin has quickly become something burdensome to her. While it expanded the opportunities for her to pursue, there was always room for more.
It was at the age of fourteen when the Merces Letifer reached out to her, a simple offer letter left in her family mailbox, it was otherwise unassuming much like the division painted itself to be. Why? Well, Kikai during these times had begun making a name for herself being… Extra particular on how she handled the deaths of her enemies. A Chūnin needed to be skilled certainly in handling the deaths of enemies, be it shinobi, mercenaries, missing ninja or chakraless individuals. Given the circumstances of how a mission may pan out, she had carefully executed every mission with a strange detail to the deaths of her foes. That is to say, nearly nothing was left- and everything was used. To her at least, it was something akin to a challenge. To prying eyes, they struggled to find anything to do with the marks; aside from the parts of the body she would severe as simple proof that the target was eliminated; this could range from ears, fingers, toes, or other extremities that made sense for the job.
The obvious choice followed suit for Kikai, she agreed to the opportunity. While little was known about the Merces Letifer, what was known had left her plenty intrigued by their actions and purpose in the village. Where the ANBU were the village’s assassins, subterfuge specialists and recon. The Merces Letifer were the… Silencers.
A year past into Kikai’s ventures with the task-force and she had quickly found her place. Comfort wasn’t a part of the job, but understanding one’s position and their role helped them associate their actions as a sense of ‘comfort’. They had a job and as long as their job was done, everything went smoothly. If it failed to go through according to plan, they simply had to act with a bit more aggressiveness until it did- Or fail at the cost of their lives and any remains to be traced.
As such, every member acted as if their mission was to be their last; and their days were long spent and that this one could be it. One could assume it left a rather dreary air about them- but a lot of her squad were left it quite high spirits. They all had what they needed, food, homes, friends and accepted that they came into this role with the responsibility that came with it.
However, a rather fateful night befall the fifteen year-old during a mission with her regular squad. They were performing a stakeout on a mid-profile politician in Bear Country, and like any other mission they needed to understand his routines. What he liked, what he avoided and worked towards coming to a conclusion to make his planned death- look like any other, an accident. During this, Kikai was stationed with a relatively senior member; he was overall rather unassuming. Appearances were bleak, his voice was crass and grinded like metal to metal. But in general he seemed like a fairly rudimentary man with a job that made his ends meet. The key difference from this night, and many others before- were he and she were alone without the others nearby; having them all stationed around the facilities to surveil the scenario.
It was then, that the man inquired. “Have you ever heard of the god Jashin?” his tone carried to ill-will, nor did it bode any malevolence too it either; for all she knew, it was mostly just a conversation to pass the time.
“Jashin? Afraid not no.” Kikai replied with idled interest in her tone. “I see, you seem the sort that might resound with his ideals. Is all.” From their branch, he sat down and let his legs dangle. Observing his surroundings and keeping his focus on the job. “Oh?” Kikai crouched down, her feet planted to the branch and ready to maneuver when and if she needed, “I never thought myself much of a religious sort- Or that any God or Goddess would care about me.” Sniffing from the brisk air, they were shinobi; and had chakra to help stabilize their temperatures. But in some cases, it was safer to simply let their natural bodies do the work.
“I think you would be surprised. He actually quite likes folk like us in Merces Letifer; think of him as the sort that admires the reality that people come and go.” The comment settled in the still air for some moments. Kikai wasn’t dense, but she was certainly curious.
“So he values the act of murder, then?” Kikai cast her companion a curious gaze with an arched brow. “Well. He doesn’t so much care for how one’s passing comes to be. Which is why, he tends to favor us folk.” The man motioned to the complex before them. “After-all, we are doing it anyways. And he can grant some unique … Skills; unlike so many other gods- He actually.. Befits his worshipers with power.” The man’s tone remained with his careful poise. It wasn’t much in terms of trying to convince Kikai, the young girl was quite sure he didn’t care one way or another. As far as she could tell, this god didn’t bless those who converted more people. Just the act of continuing the cycle of death.
Some twenty minutes passed in comfortable silence, they both knew neither had expectations of the other- aside from their job. Which was going swimmingly up to this point. “Hmh… And how does an aspirant become a part of this… Jashinism?” Kikai inquired, her palm angled to hold up her head at this point as time passed in idle-breaths.
At the sound of jingling, Kikai’s attention cast carefully to her ally. Whom held an amulet by a chain, from it resided a circular formation with an upside-down triangle. “Simply by acting through his name. Some believe you need to be a part of some greater group- But you’ll find he doesn’t care quite so much.” The young-Kikai casually swiped the chain and amulet from his grip and peered at the metallic formation with half-lidded eyes. “That’s it? Just… Do what I usually do and say whatever in the name of Jashin? Sounds sketchy.” She retorted with a logical counter. “No one said you had to, but if you do. You’ll find that he’s quite a giving God if you do.”
Her eyes returned to the amulet, and huffed. “Well. Not like it could hurt to try.” And she slung the necklace over her head. Eyes returning to the job. As the squad had come to a conclusion of how to enact the silencing. She was tasked with the final blow; raising her ninja-to overhead she heard a lingering voice. Crawling from the back of her neck, it caressed the canals of her ears with an eerie closeness.
“καλωσορίζω το παιδί μου”
Ten years later
Leaning against the spine of a chair, Kikai’s feet were propped up atop a desk, and a book carefully nuzzled between the palm of her left hand. Her attention was primarily entranced into the text; though there was hustling and bustling around the room the was occupying. After-all, the Merces Letifer had any number of members, not all sharing squads, identities or even on speaking terms.
This was a rest-area of sorts between missions, or if they simply wanted somewhere to kick back and read. Such as Kikai was undergoing, the novel in hand was unmarked; with no author, no title or otherwise, for any passerbys it could look like she was simply reading a diary of sorts.
However such was not the full truth, it was a text passed onto her from the same man that first introduced her to the concept of Jashin, and the act of performing the means of a person’s death under his name. That man she later affirmed his name to be ‘Nanashi’ it carried a bit of ironic connotation to it; but she never let it bother her. No what was important was before he eventually vanished, she was to inherit this text. One which detailed the next stages into becoming closer to the grasps of Jashin; throughout the decade of her service she had become a bit attached to the concept of her God; it wasn’t some unhealthy obsession like some cults. And the voice she assumed was Jashin’s; stopped talking to her shortly after the first words were spoken. Admittedly, she quite liked it that way; she knew he aided her in her operations and abilities. It was more than obvious to her as she developed powers that were considered otherworldly.
Soon enough, it became not enough. The powers he gave people were albeit addicting, they surpassed mortal limits, and rumor had it that some people achieved immortality through him. Why not her?
Well when Nanashi forever-departed, he explained that the text would help her achieve such aspirations, to become a true disciple to Jashin. It was interesting, and certainly a path that would improve herself and her connection to him. If only for power.
At the beginning of the text it was titled. ‘Jashin’s Embrace’.
“Hm… Well, it’s a start.” Kikai muttered, after some hours studying the book she had closed it. And departed, as the text explained a specific location in Kaminari no Kuni. A birthplace, is what it was denoted; it didn’t quite make sense; beyond directions, landmarks and some hastily scratched notes. So she needed to ascertain the truth herself.
Some uneventful days had past, Kikai had found herself at the foot of a dwarfed mountain; given the area was strewn with all shapes and sizes of the same natural occurrence. If the book hadn’t detailed the exact location, one would have a bit of trouble having found it. The mountain itself in close proximity was surrounded by a thick bog, that had trees quite massive in size- all of which obscured the formation with a heavy-set fog into the air.
It was naturally hidden quite well, and otherwise a person may just pass the area off as unassuming.
Ascending some few hundred diagonal feet, Kikai was met with a mine-shaft entrance; at the top was chiseled and scorched in ancient Kumogakurian; while her language fluency wasn’t masterful by any stretch, she read it aloud “γάντι της συγχώρεσης… Strange name.” Nevertheless, the stoic warrior had made her entrance.
In moments, the depths were coalesced in darkness; with no torched, sconces or other lighting to be seen. While she ran her hand along the walls of the pathway; it quickly became clear how abnormal this shaft was- it was winding, and for the most part broke into several paths. Presumably to misdirect those unwelcome- in-spite the darkness, Kikai had the luxury of formerly studying a text all about this place. And knew with a rule of thumb how to proceed in the shadows.
Hours into the descent; the air started to grow with a lingering weight. In the endless darkness came a lofting air of tinted red. “Is this… Mist? Down here?” Ushered out a hushed voice from Kikai, she figured that in this venture was isolation from others- thus her tone wasn’t stifled much.
Perhaps airing more confusion. As she continued, the mist thickened and grew hot- incredibly hot, one without adequate endurance could find themselves passing out, or burning up in the sheer temperature. Furthermore, it started to smell of iron. “... Blood?” Came her voice reaffirming her thoughts to herself, as the taste hit her tongue. “I must be close then…” Kikai’s mind referencing indicators back to the text. It spoke of an altar in the birthplace, where one could finally become close to Jashin, an embodiment of his will.
“καλωσορίζω το παιδί μου”
Came the sound of a disheveled voice once more, disjointed from reality and seemingly from all directions. It bombarded her mind and every nerve of her body; she recognized it- The same words, the same voice from ten years prior. “You again.” Her voice content in an unspoken closure.
Within’ sight, the darkness and reddened mist broke into a slighted light. Just at the end of the current path she inhabited. It took a ninety degree turn, so she was unable to discern the visuals immediately. Having closed the distance, an aired sound of a thousand whispers- each meshed within’ themselves; all seemingly unintelligible came from the room. Turning the corner came the sight a bit unsettling, even for herself.
The chamber that lay before her was significant in size. The walls were completely smoothed out the roof high, and the rest of the room oval in all directions except for a pathway. Along the path was smoothed stone, and a few feet wide. Leading up to the center of this chamber were a number of steps at the end of the path. Mantled at the top was what could be described as a bowl with a small platform- it looked marble if one guessed. Normally one would dismiss a room like this as simply artistic- However, coming from the bowl was an overflow of boiling blood. The room was swathed in layers of blood, it was splattered on the walls, walkway, and even up to the rounded ceiling.
“... It now makes sense as to why it’s called an altar then.” Her throat held a lump- she was used to blood. Her entire life in work and in religion was centered on it. But this-- was a lot, and to be boiled by some unseen force could convince many to flee.
But, Kikai had narrowed her eyes, straightened her back and convinced her resolve. Stepping forwards the slosh of the blood on the walkway collided with her footwear. A layer of chakra on her soles was held to prevent any unnecessary falling. Upon arriving at the steps, she felt a gravity of sorrow and hatred. Could emotions weigh the air down like this? The thought crossed her mind, but she wasn’t about to start asking too many philosophical questions. Her goal was ahead, and no weight other than her own could stay her.
Moments later, she stood at the base of the altar. A small platform surrounded the bowl, enough for a few people to be stationed and looking within’ the sloshing, boiling mass of blood. While she struggled to put words to describe it, the blood had swirling energies of black, purple and red coursing from it’s base. As if the energy had tendrils, it was almost as if they were wrapping around her person. Calling her to enter the bowl.
“In the teachings of my Master, and in accordance to the text.” Kikai had knelt down on both knees, and drew a blade from her thigh; it wasn’t ritualistic in design, but effective for slaying people. She had angled the blade and pointed the tip to her chest. “Πατέρα, συνδέστε το όρκο με τη ροή σας.” Words spoken aloud, that she had read in the madness of notes. Afore she drove the blade through her chest. A spray of her own blood sloshed down from her hands, torso and down into the pool that stretched before her.
“Παιδί, ας δούμε αν είσαι άξιος.” Came the same voice from earlier. The ethereal tendrils of black, purple and red slithered from the air and lunged towards her newfound wound. Crashing in like a drug that seized control of her system. Kikai’s body started to spaz violently afore her vision slid into a welcomed darkness.
Re-awakening. Kikai came too while standing. She was no longer at the altar however, stretched as far as the eye could see was a molten hellscape, but lava replaced with blood- One could assume.
After turning around and examining the entire area. She had realized that the wound in her chest was replaced with what could best described as a black-mass with chalk-white markings that stretched in line with where her ribs would be internally, it filled the void where flesh and blood once reside, and dangling just in-front of it was the amulet of Jashin; undamaged.
She was ushered to look up, unsure as to why- a calling almost. And there she witnessed an eldritch creature, monolithic in human standards- But sat on a throne of skulls and blood; it was difficult to decide whether he looked more like a human, or a devil.
“You have been judged. Kikai Akame.” Boomed from the monstrosity. It aired with deigned hostility and spoke with authority beyond any mortal. “Young you are, but with the duty to Jashin- And the passing of lives as you’ve done without hesitation. I will grant you but a small fragment of my unfathomable strength.” The being stood from the throne, at fifty feet tall. It only took a few steps before closing the distance. As it stood before her, a hand reached to it’s own torso and pulled off something akin to a blood-like flesh, and dropped it towards Kikai.
Once it was in grabbing distance, it’s momentum halted. Kikai had a lingering feeling that the acceptance of this piece; was the equivalent of welcoming Jashin into her- A host of sorts. These deals were never clear, and often one-sided. His power, but likely at the cost of her soul- A life that even if hers ended- Likely would be served at his side as a servant in his hellscape.
Kikai spoke, aloud- but to herself. “To accept is to become as close to one. To refuse is to be swallowed into an eternity of death and servitude.” She stared at the hovering piece, it didn’t retain any particular form for long. But it retained the bloodied texture and color no-less.
A moment passed, she knew her answer. And looked up to the gargantuan form, all while reaching out to the piece he offered. Crushing it within’ her hand- it sloshed and melded to her skin. “I accept. Lord Jashin.” And she drove the remaining energy too her chest.
In a blinding, suffocating moment she was thrusted from the hellscape and stood at the base of the altar; where her rite of blood initiated. Beside her foot lay the knife, and the room swelled with the same boiling blood.
Looking at her chest, the amulet of Jashin lay as it always had- However, much like the hellscape hallucination -- Was a blackened mass and same chalk-white markings, dead-center above her breast. And with it, she could sense an unnatural energy emanating from it. Her eyes closed, as a momentary prayer was spoken in a hushed tone.
“With this… We can grow closer Jashin.”
Relationships
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[td=null,1]Senju, Shizuka[/td]
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[td=null,1]Akame, Ōgama [Father][/td]
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[td=null,1]Akame, Kagami [Mother][/td]
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[td=null,1]Akame, Hasami [Younger Sister][/td]
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Approvals
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Fire
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Lightning
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Blood
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