Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Cold Purple Flame

Screw the Omega


A strong wind brushes the streets as the young man makes his way down an empty sidewalk. It’s late, too late for anyone to be out without a good reason. He sees empty shop after empty shop, peeking at his phone periodically to suss out the route. Nothing should be open now except the shop he’s looking for. It was cold, dry, but cold. The kind of cold it only gets when the clock crawls past the witching hour. Why is he even here? There was class tomorrow, homework hadn’t been done, and he’d already lost enough sleep from other tasks he’d carried out for this “side job”. Surely there’s no real reason to be out this late, especially not off some tip from an errant forum post. Problem was, if it wasn’t just a prank, if this was real, if this was what he was looking for, then fuck a sleep schedule. Bookmark here

He finally makes his way to his destination. “Takarajima Antique Shop” just like the post said. It was a tiny place, but it was very visually distinct from the outside. Bright lights on the displays of ancient-looking vases & fineries. As the boy makes his way inside, he’s met with a gruff elderly voice greeting him in Japanese.Bookmark here

“ Irashaimase!” Said the shopkeep. “Welcome! You are here very late!” The shopkeep let out with a laugh. His accent was definitely forced, his command of English was better than he was letting on. Probably to ease Japanophiles into a sense of comfort. Bookmark here

“You’re open very late.” The young man responded with a wry smile. Bookmark here

“How can I help you? We have very good deal on authentic samurai armor, yes? You like samurai?”Bookmark here

“Oh yes, I do. I’m actually here for something that belonged to a Samurai. My ancestor.” The young man responded.Bookmark here

The shopkeep looked confused and began to let out a chuckle. “Heh heh, my friend, you have Japanese ancestor?”. “Never knew they let Yasuke have kids”. He muttered in Japanese. Bookmark here

“You’re wrong there, he never took a wife, but he got plenty of castle girls pregnant.”Bookmark here

You speak Japanese?” asked the shopkeep, his eyes narrowing as he began to drop the jolly old ojii-san act. Bookmark here

A little” the boy said while tinkering with a set of Kunai.Bookmark here

“Pardon my shock. Plenty of young boys like you come into my shop and play with swords. None of them have the gall to say they’re descended from a Samurai”. The shopkeep's accent had all but evaporated. Still unmistakably Japanese, but much less cartoonish. Bookmark here

“Young boys like me? What do you mean by that exactly?” The Young man was slowly making his way through the sword collection as he spoke. “How many of those boys swing by at 3 in the morning?”Bookmark here

“You’d be surprised how much business I get at this hour. Mostly people who trade in black market materials. No black people though” They both chuckled. “This sword you are searching for. Its name?” The shopkeeper asked.Bookmark here

Hyoukiri” The Young man responded blankly. “I heard from a source that you have it.” Bookmark here

A silence took the room. The kind that happens after a tasteless joke.Bookmark here

“I’d like to know what kind of source that is.” The shopkeep said, his gaze unbroken, affixed on the young man as he perused. “The name of that blade-”Bookmark here

“-Isn’t something one of those other ‘boys’ would know about is it? Name your price, oyaji” The young man interrupted as he turned to face the shopkeep. Bookmark here

“It’s not for sale. Not unless I know you’re not bluffing your lineage” The shopkeep said sternly. “Truth be told I only have the thing because the post-war government sold every antiquity they could find. It’s been in my family’s care for 60 years. If you truly are a samurai, I will relinquish it gladly.”Bookmark here

The young man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tattered piece of cloth. Once unfurled it revealed an insignia. Two birds facing each other wrapped in a wreath: The crest of clan Date. upon seeing the crest, the shopkeeper lets out a laugh. Bookmark here

“Is that the best you’ve got? A torn-up cloth? Any otaku off the street can make such a forgery.” the shopkeep said angrily.Bookmark here

“Look closer.” The young man said.Bookmark here

At that very moment, a presence took the room. A foul, vicious energy began to ooze from the banner in the boy’s hand. Upon closer inspection, the Date clan crest began to move, the birds flapped their wings, the wreath flowed as if a breeze was blowing. The shopkeeper’s eyes narrowed once again. Bookmark here

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of those” The shopkeep now spoke purely in polite Japanese. “Pardon my rudeness till this point, these days it’s so easy to be duped by crooks and con artists. Please, may I ask your name?”Bookmark here

“Neji. Neji Okalu.” The young man responded. Bookmark here

Okalu Neji dono. You are correct, you aren’t just any boy, are you? How does an African descend from devil hunters?” The Shopkeeper asked in a formal, yet quizzical manner. Bookmark here

It’s a long story. Longer than I have time for. The blade, you have it don’t you?” Neji asked. His patience wearing thin from the chanbara routine.Bookmark here

“Yes, right this way, Okalu dono,” Said the shopkeep.Bookmark here

“Neji is just fine thank you,” Neji said as he wrapped up the banner and stuffed it back in his jacket. Bookmark here

The shopkeeper got out from behind the counter and gestured for Neji to follow him. As they made their way through the shop, Neji was amazed by all the trinkets and weapons scattered around in the displays. Bookmark here

“Takarajima is right, this really is a little treasure island, right here in Brooklyn,” Neji said as he took in the scenery. Bookmark here

“Yes, mine is a merchant family that dates back to the Kamakura. From dead bodies on battlefields to ransacking castles after revolutions, My family always knew how to increase our collection somehow.” The shopkeep said with a slight air of pomp. Bookmark here

The two made their way up a flight of stairs and into a deceptively huge attic styled with a Japanese interior, tatami floors, and all. The room housed hundreds of scrolls, weapons & suits of armor that seemed much too ornate to be priced anywhere below the millions. The shopkeep briskly walked across the tatami and began shuffling objects in a large container.Bookmark here

“If I’m being honest, I’m glad you came. This damn thing is cursed. But I’m sure you already know, Descendant of Devil Slayers.” The shopkeep said as he pulled out a slightly above average length Katana from the box. The sword was wrapped in talismans from its tip to its hilt, and even that didn’t suppress its cursed ki from seeping through. Bookmark here

Neji began to smile. “How much do you want for it, Oyaji?” Bookmark here

“It’s not for sale,” Said the shopkeep, as he tossed the sword across the room at Neji. Bookmark here

As Neji catches the sword, he catches a glimpse of something in his mind’s eye. A presence, a young-looking man, shrouded in purple flames, saying-Bookmark here

“Let me die,” The shopkeep said blankly. “That’s what I’m told its previous owner kept saying to himself as they tried to pull the sword off him. From what I heard he went crazy and started going on a killing spree. I expect nothing less than the work of Muramasa himself.” The shopkeeper closed the box and locked the latch. “Will that be all for tonight Okalu-dono?” Bookmark here

“Let me get a box set of shrunken, 25 Kunai, a garotte wire, and 1 daisho pair,” Neji said as he started trying to peel off the talismans on Hyoukiri. Bookmark here

“Not here, wait till you get home.” Said the shopkeep, a sense of trepidation in his tone. “I’ll go ring up your items.”Bookmark here

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Neji makes his way up the stairs of his apartment. His roommates are fast asleep by now. He was carrying a bulk of the items he just acquired in a large trunk that the shopkeeper gave him, while Hyoukiri was in a sword bag strung across his back. As he enters his room he flips on the lights and tosses the trunk aside before carefully pulling the sword out of the bag. One by one he begins to peel off the talismans. He didn’t recognize the specific script, but he knew a sealing spell when he saw one. Problem was, the spell was old and worn, and the cursed energy was seeping out of the sword, like droplets through a filter. The more talismans Neji peeled off, the more sinister the vibe from the sword became. Neji had experience with cursed materials before. Trinkets and baubles with minor curses imbued to them, things you can find if you have the right onion links, but this, this was the real deal. Finally, he had secured his birthright. Bookmark here

Once the sword was unwrapped he placed it on the floor of his room and made preparations for an attempt at communing with a malevolent spirit. Incense, candles, and an offering. Once all of the parts were in place, Neji knelt down and began the incantation. Now that the sword was unwrapped, Neji marveled at its beauty. The Scabbard was a darkish purple with golden flames adorned on it. The handle matched the purple of the scabbard and had a golden tip. Bookmark here

Spirit of foul temperament.” Neji began, as he slowly gripped the sword and raised it. “As I hold this blade, I hold not a weapon” He places his right hand on the handle of the sword. “As your blade is drawn, I seek entry and an audience with the spirit within,” As Neji drew the blade, bright purple flames engulfed the room, in an instant, Neji was no longer in his room. He couldn’t tell where he was. All he could see was fire, an endless purple inferno. Despite this, it wasn’t hot, quite the opposite. An unnerving chill filled the air as he heard a voice beckon.Bookmark here

“Isn’t it past your bedtime kiddo?” said a disembodied voice. “Didn’t your mother tell you children shouldn’t play with swords?” It continued. Bookmark here

“Who is that? Are you the spirit that dwells in this blade?” Neji asked. Bookmark here

“Mhmm, and you have exactly 1 minute to tell me why I shouldn’t possess your body and murder everything I see until noon tomorrow,” As he said this the spirit manifested in front of Neji. He stood about 2 meters tall and his skin was an auburn brown, his hair a shining silver, his eyes were bright purple much like the flames surrounding them. An athletic build, a body with exceptionally defined proportions. Atop his head were a pair of feline ears, with a long tail flowing from his backside to match. He was dressed in a mixture of Sengoku era loungewear and samurai armor. While definitely humanoid, this spirit was no human. Bookmark here

“Because you’d be doing a disservice to Hitora,” Neji said calmly. “I’m the only one who can tell you what became of your first master.” Bookmark here

“Like I care what happened to that jackass. His pompous self-righteous stink is all over your soul too, so I’m guessing you’re a descendant or something. Hmph, samurai, all the same, trying to jockey favor with bloodlines and connections. You humans are BORING!” Hyoukiri’s anger was matched by the flames in his domain. They crackled and burned with the intensity of his screams. Bookmark here

“What do you want, Hyoukiri?” Neji asked, trying his hardest to remain unfazed by the flames. Bookmark here

“What do I want? I want to die.” Hyoukiri said, inching closer to Neji as he spoke. “I want you to sheath me, and destroy me. Or at least have the decency to throw me in a chest and never disturb me again,” Bookmark here

“I can’t do that,” Neji responded. “I worked too hard to find yo-”Bookmark here

As he tried to utter the sentence Hyoukiri’s flames erupted once again. Bookmark here

“Boy, do you know what I am? I’m a demon. Why in the flying FUCK. Should I care what some brat has worked for?” Hyoukiri snarled. Bookmark here

“Why do you want to die?” Neji asked, his tone was calm, patient. This wasn’t anything he had a frame of reference for dealing with, so he figured his best shot was to be polite and nonconfrontational. Bookmark here

“A samurai boy like you wouldn’t understand. Your kind views death as honorable, as some tawdry performance. I am no samurai. I am also no common Yokai. I am the aragami of death and despair itself!” As he monologues, the flames continue to bounce viciously with the rhythm of his cadence. Bookmark here

“Yet you’ve been cooped up in a katana for half a millennia, and now you’re so wound up about it you’d rather die than have a decent conversation with anybody willing to listen,” Neji said in a blank, yet bitingly pointed tone. Nonconfrontational didn’t mean he wouldn’t tell the truth. Bookmark here

The flames dulled. Bookmark here

“You really are Hitora’s litter aren’t you,” Hyoukiri said, his eyes fixed on Neji as he began calmly circling him. “You’re right. Where are my manners? What year is it?”Bookmark here

“2019,” Neji said with a slight sense of befuddlement. Bookmark here

“What Clan do you represent? What are your motives? If I’m to be shackled to another layabout with a grudge you might as well get ready for a possessing.” Hyoukiri snarled arrogantly, manifesting a gold throne studded with purple crystals out of the flames in his domain. Bookmark here

“I’m not a samurai, times have changed since the days of Hitora. And they’ve changed even more since the 70s, which was the last time you were awakened.” Neji said calmly. “My motives are complicated. All I can say for now is that I need your strength to hunt demo-”Bookmark here

Once again Hyoukiri interrupts Neji with a burst of his flames. Bookmark here

“Ok that’s getting pretty aggravating,” Neji said angrily, “I’m not asking for control, I’m asking for a contract.” Bookmark here

“Yea no that’s not what irked me." Hyoukiri sighed lazily. "The Contract is fine. What I take issue with is you somehow thinking times have changed. Needy human with a birthright and a deathwish knocks on a demon's door for some spare power. Like I said, another layabout with a grudge." The Demon king stretched in his chair with an almost feline-esque dexterity. With these movements, Neji was forced to a knee. Hyoukiri was flexing his cursed pressure. “Your ancestor was a tad more interesting. He was a simple, but honest human. No schemes, just a powerful warrior who took on all challengers. But look at his lineage, some common rogue who makes backdeals with graverobbers for his own family’s property.” Bookmark here

“I made no such ‘backdeal’. The guy tossed you without a care in the world. Because you’re THAT cursed, you’re THAT, dangerous to the normies. Me taking you off his hands was an act of public service. Me putting you to use is the same.” Neji said confidently while forcing his way back to his feet.Bookmark here

“Public service you say? Hmph. I may not know much about you, litter of Hitora, but I can smell your soul.” Hyoukiri said softly as he ascended from his throne and strolled towards Neji. “I smell a lot of things on you, self-righteousness, typical sense of justice, resentment, bitterness, a lot, I do mean a lot of hate. But no love. Justice without love is a blade with no sheath. Destined to cut recklessly till either everyone's dead, or it’s dulled with rust.”Bookmark here

“I believe in justice, but I don’t fight for it. Not anymore. All I need of you though, is to hunt demons. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t need love to do that do I?” Bookmark here

“This is no game kiddo, You can stop the act too, you’re no good little demon-slaying samaritan. You’re not Hitora. If I’m being honest, you give me a villain vibe, and while I don’t object, I want to know who my strength is gonna be pointed at.” Hyoukiri said earnestlyBookmark here

“Oh, so you’re not so keen on dying anymore? Is kitty gonna play nice?” Neji responded with an inverse amount of sincerity. Bookmark here

“Watch your tone, baby tiger. I don’t remember saying I was gonna be your pet. If you’re serious about this partnership, tell me what your actual aims are. You’re no simple demon hunter, and I don’t appreciate being lied to.”Bookmark here

Neji, whilst keeping his eyes locked with Hyoukiri, slowly raised his hand and stretched his index finger upward. Bookmark here

“What, you want me to look up or something?” Hyoukiri said quizzically whilst glancing upwards. Bookmark here

“No. You asked for a target. I’m telling you who.” Neji said with a blank smugness. Bookmark here

“Huh? Target in the sky- Wait… “ Hyoukiri let out a vicious shriek of laughter. “You can’t be serious! You are a demon hunter correct? Why would you?... What would you gain from-”Bookmark here

“Killing God?” Neji interrupted. “You said it yourself. Alot of hate in my heart. See, unlike you demons, we’re not born with our senses of selves built wholesale. Our hearts are the product of lives we’ve lived” Neji began to monologue calmly. Bookmark here

“Oh please, even if your so-called purpose for summoning me was possible, which it isn’t. Doing that would destroy all known reality,” Hyoukiri barked at Neji, mere inches from his face. Bookmark here

“You don’t know that” Neji SaidBookmark here

“You don’t know that” Hyoukiri jinxed him. “Oh but I do. Listen here you litter runt, I’m older than you think. I remember a time before humans cooked up cognitions strong enough to keep the other side in check.”Bookmark here

“You mean the BackSide?” Neji asked calmly. Bookmark here

“Oh, so you know about it? Well then maybe you’re not bluffing about your background.” Hyoukiri sneered sarcastically. “Tell me what you know”. Bookmark here

“I know it’s where demons come from, it’s where people’s thoughts are given physical shape and presence,” Neji responded confidently. Bookmark here

“Passable,” Hyoukiri said unimpressed. “They call it the “Gyaku” in Japan. The myths over there point to it being the back-facing portion of reality. As your world looks towards the heavens, the reverse world faces towards Hell.” Hyoukiri continued. “Before Mankind found a common set of myths and legends to maintain a society they were slaves to the whims and machinations of the denizens of the reverse. Not to get philosophical on you, but that could only change when the minds of humans changed.” Bookmark here

“You’re not saying anything new, get to the point,” Neji said hurriedlyBookmark here

“The point, jackass, is that god, gods, the divine above, the whole reason for it to exist is to keep this world from descending into the Gyaku, and to stop certain denizens of the Gyaku from building kingdoms that could challenge the heavens.”Bookmark here

“I’m confused, isn’t there a chicken & egg paradox there? If the heavens were built with human cognition to keep the backside at bay, why did humans need to dream up god in the first place? You’re making it sound like there are beings older than human cognition who’ve been at odds far longer than life on this planet.” Bookmark here

“You fucking moron, do you think humans are the only beings in the known universe with thoughts?” Hyoukiri said, chuckling condescendingly. “Fear, pain, passion, these things have existed in the primordial sense, for longer than your brain can comprehend. The Gyaku isn’t a ‘separate world’ it is just the other side of this one. One didn’t start before the other, they have existed in tandem since the dawn of creation. And for some reason, you want to bring it down. Why?”Bookmark here

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s not much worth keeping afloat out there,” Neji said in his usual blank downbeat tone. “Shits fucked, the BackSide is full of foul-ass cognitions, demons are killing more people now than ever before, Demon Hunter society is corrupt as fuck, and that’s BEFORE I get to Frontside related matters. Even if I wanted to ‘save’ the world, I’d get killed by one of my own in the process. But not with you.” Bookmark here

Hyoukiri sighed. “What exactly is your plan? God isn’t exactly like Santa Claus, you can’t just kill a singular cognition and be done with it. Plus atheism already kinda put a dent in the whole religion thing, so none of the old cognitions are as strong as they were” Bookmark here

“I’m not talking about gods of popular religions. They’re symptoms at best. I’m aiming a little higher than that. As a demon you should know, the cognitions with the most power over the BackSide are usually secular. I want to kill the only god with any real power anymore. I want to kill the desire for dominance. I'm going to kill Thanatos and destroy the death drive" Neji said calmly, his words coming off as almost comical due to how straight-laced his diction was.Bookmark here

"To destroy a secular cognition with that much power over human thought…" Hyoukiri mumbled to themself. "You'd still effectively be ending the world." they continued aloud.Bookmark here

"You think I fucking care? The KuroRyoushi have been around ever since Yasuke, and they've done NOTHING. The Acolytes of Crowley, the Templars, the 9 Dragons, the American Occult Society, all of them are just bureaucratic shit shows. Some of the strongest families don't even hunt anymore, they're either too scared, too weak, too spoiled, or just too plain useless to do anything. Like I said the BackSide is out of control, and the Hunters don't care, they're taking bribes to LET things stay this way, get worse even. If I do nothing the world ends regardless. You want to keep the Gyaku in check? I'm the only demon hunter in 50 years who's cared enough to do something about it." Neji hadn't spoken so many words in a row in years. Especially not about demon hunting. He didn’t know what it was about the domain of a many millennia years old demon within his ancestor’s sword that made him so talkative. Bookmark here

This was the first time Neji ever said his plan out loud. He knew destroying the Death Drive was tantamount to trying to fight a tornado bare-handed. Even if he were to succeed, beyond becoming the man who ended the world, he’d never get it done without replicating the same destruction that put him down this path. Bookmark here

“Your Ancestor would be ashamed of you,” Hyoukiri said, chuckling once again.Bookmark here

“‘You think I care what that jackass thinks?’” Neji said mimicking Hyoukiri’s voice.Bookmark here

“Why end it? Why not fight to fix the systems that govern you?” Hyoukiri asked. Bookmark here

“I’m 19 years old. I just graduated high school, and I’ve seen half my family die trying to ‘fix’ those systems. First thing they teach you about Demon Hunting is that we aren’t superheroes. We don’t save, we hunt. I still live by my family’s creed. I still respect the old ways, fuck man, I might be the last one who still respects them. All I’m doing here is hunting a demon, the worst one of all.” Neji said confidently. Bookmark here

“I’m starting to like you, Baby Tiger,” Hyoukiri said softly with a smirk. “Ok, I’ve heard your request, Okyakusama.” Hyoukiri did a playfully mocking curtsey as he spoke. “You get the full package kiddo, just be sure you can handle it,” Hyoukiri said, his eyes slowly glowing bright and brighter. Bookmark here

“Full package? What?” Neji said confused. Bookmark here

The flames that had dulled for a time were now beginning to roar once more. Bookmark here

“You’re going to be equipped with the full extent of my strength. Just like Hitora. He was interesting. You seem the same, Neji. It warms my heart to know the Kuroryoushi haven’t all died out, even more so to know my master’s lineage lives on. Honestly, I only gave you such a tough time cuz of all the gunk I smelled on your spirit, but from how you tell it, that seems more a sign of the times than of your true heart. Plus, a human that wants to end the world? I won’t lie, you’d have to break me to a million pieces to keep me from seeing how this shit turns out.” The flames around Hyoukiri were more intense now than ever before. “You better do right by this power, Baby Tiger. If you don’t, It’ll possess you.”Bookmark here

“Wait, aren’t there terms or conditions? Other demons make contracts, doll power out based on a word, or a ritual, hello? Excuse me?” Neji said, a slight tinge of panic filling his tone.Bookmark here

“It’ll all make sense when you wake up, kiddo.” Hyoukiri said playfully, his physical presence dissipating into the flames. ”Oyasumi”

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