Apprehension grasps you. Your breath stills in your chest. Crimson oculars bore into your soul and twist it asunder as if it were naught. He looks upon as if you are but a rodent, one easily smote from existence beneath his glare. His maliciousness knows no bounds, is not chained by petty attachments, and will never be stripped of its hateful wrath. You are weak and his six foot four existence looks down upon you as if his very breath upon your flesh could send you careening into the afterlife. His elegant wardrobe deceives his motives. His is not your friend and he is certainly not a face you wish to cast your eyes upon...for if they catch yours back, you'll certainly find yourself frozen in sheer agonizing terror.
The Crimson Menace seeks your misery and surely he'll pursue your demise. He will bring you to bow before him only to assure that you've felt his might but mercy he will not show for it was never shown to him. Only pure unadulterated wrath will ensue and your God will not save you for he is a God in his own right—a sinister God. A God bent on the sufferance of existence. He will not heed your prayers. Such whispers will only fall upon deaf ears.
"Thee shall suffer, suffer in the pits of oblivion. An eternal damnation awaits Thee. Now perish before mine eyes ..."
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"Thee dare look upon This Kazura as an equal?
Bow down before thine God puny cretin.
Thee is but a pestilence to be erased from existence at mine whim ..."
A night of lust brought into existence three bothers. Filthy little creatures they were or so they would come to be regarded as in the coming years. Born of a Saiyan father and a Daiyoukai female, these three young boys were instantly known to be strange. It was passed off as an assumption that they were the evolution of the primary species. Born upon the planet Orterra, they were originally believed to be prodigies—Saiyans that would grow and rise up beyond their ancestors. They would be the ones to bring the Saiyans back into the limelight of existence.
It was within a short couple of years that the King of the Saiyans upon Orterra made the shocking discovery that the boys were not pure Saiyan. With a mighty fist, he labelled them half-breed filth and their parents treacherous trash that were to be crushed without mercy. The father and mother were instantly executed before the very eyes of the young brothers and it was then that they became hunted by the Saiyans.
Kazura Kanahashi—the eldest of the three brothers—was barely knowledgeable in the art of combat yet still hastily defended his younger siblings as best he could. It was then that a first glimpse of what power Kazura would obtain in his later years was witnessed. He successfully combated three mid-tier Saiyans, and managed to hold them off long enough in order for a female friend of their father to set up coordinates for three Saiyan space pods. The destination was a planet known as Earth.
Body entirely beaten, Kazura barely found the sanctuary of a pod and thus the brothers began their journey plummeting through space. His injuries were severe—the Saiyans having pummeled his body viciously and without mercy. Even though the other two brothers had sustained injuries themselves, it was nothing compared to what Kazura had endured. It left them awestruck as to how he had the ability to fend off those other Saiyans and live ...
Upon Earth, things were not as bright as they appeared. The three found themselves without shelter, without food, and without care. Kazura bore the full brunt of this task and acted as the fatherly figure now that they no longer had one. Supporting his younger brothers, Kazura was tasked with fending for food and drink along with other necessities for survival. Short years went by and they grew older—grew more courageous. It was in that time the second eldest brother—Vegeshin—made his stand. He believed himself old enough to take care of himself. Without the approval of Kazura, he left the two wishing to seek adventure and test himself. He refused to live a life of solitude and a life of miserable nothingness.
Vegeshin stated his goodbyes and left without another word. Kazura was struck in the heart because of this act. It brought him to wonder if he had done all he could—if he could have done more. He had lost his closest brother and he began to think it all his fault. The times grew rougher for Kazura and the youngest—Rizukumei—as the two continued their meaningless wandering.
Soon Kazura began to loathe his youngest brother. He was still but a fledgling in Kazura's eyes despite being old enough to partially support himself. Kazura then enacted tough love and began to train the boy. But, Lo' Rizukumei would not do anything of the sort. He disliked violence. He would not fight. Kazura began to further in his hatred of the boy until one day it was too much. On a whim, he fully confronted Rizukumei with the intention of making him strong.
They battled and it was not training. No, it was for Rizukumei to fight for his life. The fight was intense, more so that Kazura had imagined and yet Rizukumei did not fight. It was at the near death of the younger brother that Kazura's mind had snapped. He once again blamed himself. Unable to find himself capable of caring for Rizukumei, he left him at the edge of a small village and turned his back ... not even daring to look upon his brother again. Someone would find him and care for him in a way that Kazura never could.
But, the delusions began to grow and in a short time with no sign of Rizukumei's return, Kazura believed the young brother to have deserted him just as Vegeshin had. Alone, the half-breed saiyan began to slowly deteriorate to the point of malicious intent. His wandering became pointless and then that he came across cloaked and mysterious beings. They wielded several types of weapons which made Kazura interested in who they were. He questioned them after coming upon them only to receive a curt answer that left him even more curious. They would not divulge any information to Kazura and continued to remain a mystery to him.
His arrogance however, brought Kazura to duel one of them with a stipulation attached. Should he be victorious in combat, they would answer his questions and if he died, there was no reason to answer to a dead corpse. His prowess in the battle proved fruitful and they not only answered Kazura's inquiries, but brought him into their ranks. He became an assassin.
The group wandered around the planet, preforming odd jobs for sums of money. Kazura was quickly becoming far too potential in his abilities. It did not take long for his standing in the group to rise and thus strike trepidation into the group's leader. In an act of betrayal against Kazura, the leader turned on him in the fear that he would lose his position as head of the clan. The order to eliminate Kazura was a foolish notion which would quickly be learned. Kazura's mind once more snapped. Betrayed for the final time, he delusions established false realizations in his mind.
The first was that he could trust no one—every being that existed did so solely to betray. The second realization was of himself. They did not understand him. They believed Kazura inferior and yet still feared him. It was in those understandings that he enacted a reasoning for his existence.
He was born to bring fear ...
Kazura was going to make all of existence suffer for his pain—for his misery. He would rightfully claim his title as the most powerful being in existence. He would take what was his finally. He would bring pain, suffering, and agony to those who trespassed against him. And those who were weak in his eyes would suffer.
Kazura's first order of business would be to make those who betrayed him writhe in agony. By this time, his abilities had multi-folded from the days of his youth. In one blink of an eye, he made his way to where it had all begun. Upon Orterra, Kazura crossed the path of the Saiyan who he remembered. One who had been part of the three that attacked him. His vengeance was not swift. It was dauntingly slow—slow enough to allow that Saiyan to send out the warning to the King, who in turn alerted the entire population of Saiyans. Then, Kazura's revenge began to bloom like a bloody rose. Saiyans quickly fell and when Kazura deemed it the right time, he took not only the life of the Saiyans, but the planet itself. Orterra was annihilated like a supernova star. It was illuminated in flames of seething hatred, crushed, and then blown away like a stone pillar beneath years of wear and wind.
... the Youkai of the planet? They were weak. If they could not defend themselves from the Saiyans who was he to spare such a weak and pathetic race of cretins?
Back upon Earth, Kazura settled into the merciless slaughter of humans. They had betrayed him as well and had not been forgotten. They were puny and helpless. They could not stop his ruthless assault. And within time, the planet came to know his name well. It was only upon the brink of destruction that Kazura came face to face with one he thought would never be encountered in such a way. Vegeshin. The brother of Kazura had grown to be a hero. He came to cherish the humans and had come to befriend many others of similar abilities. Vegeshin had come to love the planet and he had grown into a being of righteousness despite the pain that each brother had endured.
Kazura's delusional mind only slipped further into insanity. How dare Vegeshin betray his brother? How dare he be proud of what he was now. Vegeshin was filth, just like him. They were talked down upon. They were made fools. They were disgusting, rotten, and trash. Vegeshin, his brother, dawned the title as if it were a crown. He even deserted Kazura and now stood in his way—denied him vengeance. How dare such an act so treacherous come from the person that was supposed to be his own flesh and blood ...
But ... No, Vegeshin was no longer flesh and blood. He was the enemy and Kazura would treat him as such. His vengeance upon his brother was no less merciful than that it was upon Orterra. Vegeshin's death would have come too had the violet haired hero not have been saved by the hands of another. Such interference only intensified Kazura's rage. With no knowledge of his brother's location, he took out his wrath upon Earth—bringing the planet into a dark and crimson age. Kazura's power during that time only intensified with his fury. His travels brought him back to the graves of the assassins he killed so long ago. As a token to remember his sweetly savored act upon them, Kazura took from the leader's place of death the katana the man had cherished so much.
Etched upon the blade was the word Onikussaiga.
Kazura soon found a passion in the blade.
The coming years were spent searching for Vegeshin and he had found him with the man that had saved the violet Kanahashi's hide, Kazura took both of their lives. The battle was cataclysmic and the planet which it was fought upon died soon afterward ...
His vengeance was not yet complete however. Kazura now sought out his youngest brother, Rizukumei. The search was long and only brought Kazura's mind further into insanity. He found the young platinum haired whelp eventually in another realm. It was at this time Kazura came to understand the gateways that his brothers had been crossing. Upon Rizukumei's death, Kazura learned that Vegeshin had come to possess a son. This son had grown up much like his father and that inspired a detestation of the boy. Kazura would take the whelp of a child's life too just to smite Vegeshin from the grave. His journey brought him to that young boy's life and he sought enjoyment out of tormenting him. Kazura pushed him to the brink only to relinquish his terrifying hold for just a moment.
But it was not fated that Kazura come out victorious. It was not fated that the terrifying being that had endured so much sufferance come out getting his just desires out of existence. The moment he allowed the boy to grow was the moment of his downfall. For when The Crimson Menance—as he was titled—allowed that child a moment to do something with himself it was then that the boy transcended his uncle. Kazura had thought such an act impossible as the boy was even more filth than what Kazura and his brethren were. His blood had been diluted by those filthy humans; by the whore his brother Vegeshin had bedded. It was in the moment of Kazura's death that he mulled over his life wondering if he should have regret his actions.
It was in those short few seconds that he came upon his conclusion.
He enjoyed every life he took. Every gaze of fear that came upon his eyes. Every terrified scream.
His final words ...
"This Kazura ... shall ... return ..."
He enjoyed every life he took. Every gaze of fear that came upon his eyes. Every terrified scream.
His final words ...
"This Kazura ... shall ... return ..."
A legendary blade made of Xzenonite. The Xzenon in it is a rare—one of a kind—material infused into countless other molten alloys and stone to create what is known as the Chusshin Blade. Scientific thought suggests that fusing such materials together would make a rather weak and unstable blade but with the addition of Xzenon on the molecular level, all the materials come together to form a more solid, stable, and perfect creation—Xzenonite. Onikussaiga is able to act upon its own self. It can form around the blade of its body the energy of the wielder's choosing and adds to the power of that energy. Nothing save another Xzenonite creation can destroy Onikussaiga—it is invulnerable to all but those of the same making. The sword can rend asunder through almost any material or even, energy including magic. Even those that seek sanctuary in the ethereal plane are not truly protected from the blade. Realms are no obstacle for Onikussaiga. The holder of this blade becomes immortal. No longer do they age. No longer are they susceptible to illness, disease, or toxins which would affect their health. From the material the blade is made, Onikussaiga very light and very quick to slice through the resistance of air, auras, or wakes of energy powers.
Onikussaiga is the second of thirteen brothers and sisters.