Rage as Consequence

             That emotion filled Yami more than any time before, and his body was no longer constrained. He could finally express this emotion that he had never been taught the name of. He felt his heart beating faster than should be possible, a scorching heat, and his teeth grinding against each other. Rapidly, breaths entered and exited his mouth. A primal scream escaped the depths of his lungs, an entire short lifetime of repressed rage had been let loose.

            What Six saw was a volcano eruption so violent that the mountain itself exploded, sending infinitely hot lava in every direction.

            What Jin saw was a little boy with all hope ripped out of him. He was wearing nothing but shorts, and chains around his wrists, leaving exposed the numerous scars and gashes on his chest. Scars and gashes acquired from years of being sold as a commodity for any sick desires the child manglers of the world could think of. Jin and Six had gotten back home early from one of their missions, and found out the truth, they saw their father Yugure V meeting with one of his clients. There were only two rules he discussed, don’t damage ‘it’ beyond the point of further use. And don’t kill it. The fact the second rule even had to be mentioned implied that a corpse could still be ‘used.’ This made Jin’s stomach sink and do a summersult, he almost vomited. But what disgusted him most was the reference to a human, his little brother, as an ‘it.’ The two brothers were enraged by this disturbing revelation and attacked. Jin had held down the client while Six ripped off his head. They then rushed to the back room of their house before their father could and found their baby brother chained to the wall. After cutting his chains, Six blasted a hole in the wall, letting the three brothers escape their ancestral home while their evil father pursued after them.

            What Five saw was darkness in its purest form. This brat had dared to been born with a soul belonging to the darkness, to be a literal dark spot on his bloodline. The child had chosen to spite him while in the womb, and Five had accordingly chosen the spite him back. Five hated himself for not having accomplished a feat worthy of the name Yugure in his fifty years and hoped instead to lord over a generation of heroes, but this child made that impossible, for no darksoul could be anything but a villain. And right now, this child he had given a name of darkness was proving that. As its father, this villain had no right to do anything against him, yet there it stood, defiant along with and like its brothers. This was darkness, the shadow of the way the world should be, darkness was what defied the natural order, children that defied their parents. Darkness was the aberration of light.

            Yami lost control of his body. For years his father had made him obey his commands, made him endure the suffering, all for the promise of occasional time to spent with his brothers, above all other commands, he was not to tell his brothers how he truly lived. But now his brothers were with him, and they had found out the truth on their own, there was nothing holding Yami back. He had lunged forward, but it didn’t feel like an act of his own strength, but rather like the god of canons had launched him.

            Five attempted to use come kid of magic Yami did not recognize to shield himself from the attack, but it was pointless, as Yami’s sheer force allowed him to piece his hands into his father’s chest. He grabbed hold of two of his ribs and ripped them out. Five let out a scream of sheer agony that was quickly silenced by his own ribs being stabbed into his throat. Yami then reached back into his father’s ribcage and ripped it open, exposing Five’s organs to the air. Yami jammed his face into his father’s heart, and ripped it out with his teeth, before chomping down on it, and swallowing the half in his mouth hole. Finally, Yami grabbed the living pile of shit that dared to call itself his father by his head and slammed it into the stone wall of their house, grinding it down until there was nothing left but a pink paste. It had turned into the pile of flesh that it only had the right to be.

            The beast painted red and thick black panted heavily before falling to its back exhausted. Six could never blame his baby brother for what he did, in fact he supported it. But he could not stop himself from telling the truth to the world. And while Yami was never charged with a crime, he would forever hold the reputation as the most violent killer in the world, and a boy who killed his own father. Even as an adult, Six caught himself wondering if Yami ever learned what ‘right’ was, what was good and instead if he just had such a strong sense of what was wrong and evil, that he could always be a hero by doing the opposite. And Yami became a hero, the monster hero, the one that always did the right thing in the worst ways, that made villains reckon with what they had created.