Artist: Slipknot - Song: Unsainted - Word Count: UncountableReal Age: 424Appears to be: 24D.O.B: February 5th, 1994 02/05/1994Nationality: JapaneseGender: MaleHost Race: Human/Shinigami
Hayuko’s hair is a jet black that can commonly be seen in Asian ethnicity. However, his hair is a bit more thick and can be compared to one of Italian ethnicity. He tends to change his hair styles from time to time varying from long hair and bangs to a faded combover hair style. Because of this the length of his hair ranges from shorter to long, but never past the neck. Eyes:
His eyes are a dark solemn black, with nothing to see inside. Its akin to looking inside a depth of ever-ending darkness; a vortex that pulls into depths that can’t be perceived. His eyes were black. Pure black. There is no distinction or different shade in the iris; which can be seen on any human figure. When releasing his energy his eyes tend to glow a pale blue, the change is very noticeable to any with a high perception.Height:
Standing at six-feet and one inch, Hayuko is taller that the average Japanese male. His height going hand in hand with his athletic build. Historically a shorter kid in birth, his height began to spurt once he was possessed by his Ziamachi spirit. Weight:
Weighing in at at 84 kg (Kilograms) or 185 lbs. (Pounds). He has a prime athletic build, decked out in lean muscle. His chest is chiseled in his skin gleams healthily, only cementing the powerful tone of his body. His abdominals are sculptured perfectly as his six-packs pop as if they were modeled after a Greek statue. His biceps pop out yet seem lean and his triceps look like they were cut diamonds. His shoulders, round and protruding, define his whole look rounding out his Olympic physique. This physique keeps him feathery on his feet, but powerful above; primed for any circumstance that comes his way.
Hayuko, the unfortunate bearer of hell itself... It all started when Hayuko was a mere child. He was only 5 at the time when his misfortunes began. Born happy, cursed young. Hated forever.
It all started when he was three, his parents had been killed in a car accident. It had been an incident where the driver had been speeding away from the cops and crashed into a pole. After their death he was forced to live in a foster home. Things weren't that bad. He had a lot of friends, with the same problem he had. Some of them had run away from home because their parents were so abusive. Hayuko considered his father abusive. He doubted that he was loved by that monstrosity. Given it some time, he would have run away by himself.
Little did he know his father had been sent to hell for being a criminal. He had raped four women. He got one of them pregnant. We now know this child bearer as Hayuko's mother. Who didn't love her child, she hated being with him because she never desired a child in the first place. He had killed others for money; you could say he was pretty big with the mafia as well. But Hayuko's father found a life as equally terrifying as his very existence. He couldn’t seem to adapt to any of hells environments. The harsh deserts, the icy planes, or the pits of retribution.
During the same time that Hayuko’s father had died, Satan had wanted to expand his kingdom further than just hell. He wanted to stretch his empire of misery to those in other places. He wanted more power, and more servants. The planet within his crosshairs was none other than earth. Hayuko's father overheard this rumor and made a proposition to Satan. Satan could not travel back to earth because of the fact that he had been weak. He needed to grow his power within a living soul. But if he used a human vessel he could. Being the bastard that he was Hayuko's father made a proposition to exchange his soul for a certain amount of time, until he found his son Hayuko. He would be able to use his very child as a vessel and grow, and bring his soul back to his body. Satan or Lucifer found the idea rather amusing and agreed with the puny human.
Little did Hayuko’s gullible father know, a dead soul from the demon world could not last long. In fact it was more than likely that Satan was going to consume his father’s soul after being transferred to his son’s body.~The Possession~
Satan a few days later infused himself with Hayuko's father, and opened a portal to the human world. Although, to open the portal in such a weak human body took too much strength. He found himself weak; he realized that he would have to feed off of another living human. He remembered what the father had said and then allowed his father to take control of the body. Like the gullible tool that his father was, he had sought out his son’s life. Looking for him, trying to find him, to inevitably give him a curse that anyone would kill themselves over.
Eventually after hours of searching, Hayuko had finally been found. Hayuko’s father at this point had been losing his sanity, as Satan had been whispering in his mind for the past few hours him. Tainting him further, corrupting him. Hayuko’s father had tied Hayuko up, despite his child’s tears and his pleas. Screaming sorry every time he added a knot, all of it was to no avail. “There I’m finally done…” He said expecting Satan to release him, but what happened next was rather shocking. Hayuko’s father had begun to disorientate. Parts of his skin were literally searing off, and other parts of his body soon began to disappear. Soon his father was gone, and the remnant was a terrifying demon left. So terrifying he could not be described. A shroud of darkness overcame Hayuko and he had been knocked unconscious
What had happened was that Satan had used the remainder of his strength to seal himself into a dormant sleep. A sleep that would allow him to recover his former power. A sleep that would allow him to feed off of Hayuko’s life force for years to come. In other words, the demon was doing this in order to increase his own power.~Growing Up~
Hayuko has no idea of what had happened to him, he had no idea of what kind of terrible beast had been hidden in him. Two years later Hayuko was finally five years old. And His miseries strangely began to occur. His friends began to turn on him, calling him a freak. Shunning him. Everything he knew was about to be changed. Everything around him began to fail. Every day something new unexplained event would occur.
Strange things would happen, and his friends would get injured. Soon, all of them began to turn on him. Every time it happened more people began to hate him. He couldn't even walk around in his foster home without someone trying to attack him. One day on a certain night, he was being beat against a corner, no one wanted to help him. Soon as he yelled for help, the entire foster home was set aflame.
No explanation was ever found for the burning of the building. Nor was there an explanation for why Hayuko was the only one alive.
And the start of his unsteady life continued. He was transferred to another foster home. And yet the same thing began to repeat. Except he didn’t have any friends this time, they all just seemed to hate him. It was like he was just emitting a negative, evil aura. An aura so powerful it just made everyone fear him. He hoped from foster home from foster home, and in each in everyone they were all burned down. People who never knew him began to hate him, he was rejected wherever he went. He was no longer allowed to go to any other foster homes. He was shunned for life.
It was only around this time, when he was found by a shinigami sensing high resiatsu levels emitting from him. Hayuko had no idea, what the strange shinigami was talking about. He didn’t understand any of it, he just did what he was told because the shinigami was the only one who didn’t fear him. He was soon brought to the Gotei 13 for training, in order to become a shinigami.~The Shinigami Arc~
After training for six years in the confined walls of Seireitei, he had finally become an accomplished shinigami. Of course, he had not done anything ridiculously incredible like achieve a shikai yet. But that didn’t stop anyone from praising him. He was only eleven years old and yet he was able to wield a zanpaktou with such caliber. No-one understood why, but he was also cold blooded against any hollow. People had simply figured that was his personality, in which he was born to be a leader. But that wasn’t true, for whatever reason Hayuko loved a battle. It boiled in his blood, it made him bloodthirsty. He didn’t understand it, it wasn’t human. It was a... Demonic trait, but nobody had known this true side of Hayuko.
What they had been wondering, is how such a small boy could muster such strength? Little did them, or Hayuko himself know that the immense power that Hayuko was drawing on. Was that of the notorious Satan, a friend, and devil in disguise. Hidden inside of Hayuko’s very body. Now that Hayuko was even stronger, this was more than Satan could have hoped for. The boy becoming a shinigami allowed him to feed off of more energy from the boy. Crippling his ultimate potential in the process.
It was a more peaceful life for Hayuko, for him life finally seemed to get better. He had friends, nobody disliked him for the aura he had. They mistook that aura for a strong spiritual strength that he had just been born with. He was well on his way to being a part of the eleventh division. Passing his classes with excellent marks. It seemed like nothing could go wrong for this young man.
It was a mere two years later. He was now thirteen and he had accomplished managed to achieve shikai, and almost his bankai. He had met friends that wouldn't leave him. Friends he could depend on. Times were finally starting to look up for him.
But it was during this time when he began to learn what he truly was. A true monster, an abomination.~The Satanic Arc~
Hayuko is had just turned a few weeks ago, and he was advancing his shinigami ability at a rapid rate. (Please remember that the reason why he was advancing so quickly through all of this, was because of the demon spirit inside being a catalyst) Soon, he entered his Shinigami’s world once again. Once after had achieved his shikai, this time for a much bigger purpose. To achieve his bankai state.
Hayuko found himself in the mystical mountains of his spirit’s realm. Hayuko’s spirit Enkou had presented itself towards him in an outrage. It was a mythical bird called a phoenix, a bird that literally flies across the lit with flames. The only unique thing about this phoenix, was that it was a blue color and not red. Hayuko didn’t understand why the spirit came at him with such aggression, Hayuko’s spirit had always been compassionate, old and wise. It always gave out advice, it thought Hayuko what he needed to know. In other words, the phoenix was completely out of character.
It fired a scorching blast of blue searing flames in a shape of a piercing spiraling laser out of its shining neon blue beak. The flame had been over nine-hundred degrees Celsius, the rapid movement of the heat blurring everything else around it. Hayuko had to make a quick move before that threatening blast hit him, so he dove backwards off of the peak of the mountain he had been standing on. He started to free fall, doing a backflip to land on an edge that jutted out of the mountain.
When he looked up the peak of the mountain had been hit by the flames, and its pieces began to fly away; blown apart by the powerful blast. While the debris began to fall, some of the rock had litteraly melted in thin air from the immense amount of heat that heat that had been used in the attack. Hayuko then had to begin masterfully avoiding the rocks, and molten rocks that were falling down in his direction. Shuffling his feet and using a series of quick flash steps, he looked as he had been dancing around the rocks. So perfectly you, you could have thought that all of this had been coordinated beforehand.
The phoenix continued to attack Hayuko in the same matter, and in the same matter Hayuko had to continue dodging his attacks. This repetitive and redundant way to battle had continued on for hours. Like a game of cat and mouse, and Hayuko was the mouse. He would continue to hide and avoid, because he could not do anything to do high-flying phoenix. But Hayuko continued the game, patiently waiting for his moment to strike.
An hour later Hayuko was starting to lose his stamina, his endurance was being put to the test. Then his opportunity came rather unexpectedly, as the phoenix had spotted him once again. But then the phoenix froze on a cliff edge, and started to look at the sky. Soon it began to wail, wail loudly. Like a little girl screaming in a horror movie, it began to cry. Its tears did not look anything like tears should, even if they are phoenix tears. It looked like it was oozing a black liquid from its eyes, that seemed a lot like it could have been petroleum.
Hayuko took no waste of time as the phoenix was not suspecting, and it took a blade through its heart, slaying his own spirit and gaining rights to his Bankai form. But he did not feel any success from this, or any much stronger. It almost seemed as if something had gone wrong, like he swallowed a drug that made him feel a sort of depression. It seemed to be a state of which something was choking his heart, but it was nothing like depression. It was like an overwhelming strength coming from inside his body, that wasn’t his own.
It was only a few months later that Hayuko figured what was wrong with him. It was during a mission in which he was assigned to assassinate a certain arancer that had been cause chaos among the citizens of a small city in the human world. It was during this time when Hayuko had released his bankai to take on the menace terrorizing the people. But there was something different about everything. Instead of his electrifying bright blue flames, he had released a menacing dark and threatening thick black flames that resembled the feelings of despair.
After a grueling timely and heavy battle he eliminated the arrancar, leaving nothing but a charred crisp behind. He was weak and tired. Then suddenly his body began to feel heavy, and a sense of pain and fear began to set in. Soon he began to hear terrifying whispers in his head, like a snake speaking the English language. Trying to ruin his psychological state with sinister mind tricks. Soon enough, his field of vision soon began to cloud up in darkness. His eyesight slowly being covered up by dark-dots adding up until he blacked out.
He soon awoke, and the same village he had just saved was left in flames. Dead bodies could be seen everywhere, some half eaten others completely obliterated. It was a horrific scene from a horror movie, but brought to real life. He looked down at himself and he was covered in blood, but it wasn’t his. That’s when the realization began to set in. He was the monster.~The Corruption Arc~
A few years later, Hayuko has learned to accept what he is. Satan had been awakened from his slumber, trying to escape from the seal that he himself had created. What he did not expect, was Hayuko to grow so much in strength. With this growth in strength, the seal he had created . He had been attempting to disrupt Hayuko’s natural form by ruining him psychologically. Whispering to him in his mind, plaguing his sleep with gruesome nightmares.
Soon enough, Satans powers began to ooze out of Hayuko. Hayuko used this to his advantage and began to harness it to for his own. Little did he know, how bad of an idea it could be. Leaving his shinigami power to be non-existent, Satan soon took over the weakened link and litteraly consumed Hayuko’s spirit partner Enkou. Raising his own powers once again, and weakening Hayuko’s. For he severed the link between him and his zanpaktou, it was now useless to him and he had to give it up.
Satan began to manifest himself even more onto Hayuko. Slowly pulling him into a deep dark pit of despair, his powers continued to control. Hayuko’s control on the beast was starting to slip. The next night in the window he could see his eyes turning from its usual red color to a complete and utter black. The strange thing about the black color was that in the middle, you could see something even darker in the shape of a sharp dragon’s pupil. Hayuko literally seemed demonic.
Satan’s roots only continued to grow deeper as soon, Satan began to manifest himself onto mirrors. He would be speaking to Hayuko from his own appearance. The mental stress was building up, at nights he couldn’t sleep, during the day he was too stressed to do anything. The only way he would be able to control some of the inner flames burning in him were to release his powers at night. He was losing control over his self will, and Satan continuously oppressed himself onto Hayuko. Revealing more and more every moment.~The Supposed Salvation~
One day Hayuko’s miserable life had seemingly started to get brighter. It was a Tuesday, Hayuko was trying to relieve some of his stress by going out into the city. Enjoying himself doing something, instead of moping around at home exactly how Satan wanted him too. He got hungry and fancied some pizza. It was there when he met a wonderful girl named Ikarumi. Meeting her by a waitress coincidentally mixing up their orders, Hayuko ended up staying for a chat with the new girl he had just met. Sitting there in conversation for an hour or two. He was actually enjoying himself.
After they finished the pizza Hayuko opted to pay the bill, and he began to leave until Ikarumi told him something interesting. “So your part demon too huh?” Hayuko stared at her with a mortified face, and slowly turned his head and walked out the door. Did it show on his face? Was it his aura giving him away? He didn’t know what it was, he didn’t want to find out. He was sure that Satan had not manifested himself onto him. Strangely he hadn’t felt Satan’s presence in the past two to three hours. It was all too strange, and Hayuko scurried home.
The next day, Hayuko went back into the city once again. He had just had a night free of Satan’s terrible grasp, and it felt good. Not having to live in the constant harassment of that fiend was a blessing, and he thought it was all because of how he went into the city yesterday. He looked to enjoy himself a little bit today too. What better opportunity than at the a karakura festival?
Little did he know, he was about to have another fateful encounter. With who? Well you guessed it, he had somehow managed to find himself together with ikarumi once again. This time they sat down and had a very lengthy talk about what she meant, when she was talking about being part demon. It had appeared to be, that she had an inner demon about as powerful as his very own. She had told Hayuko of the struggles she had to keep it under control, and although they didn’t sound exactly like his. They were defiantly frightening.
Instead of spending their entire time dwelling on what they are, how their lives a miserable because of it. They ended up enjoying their day at the festival. Going on all the rides together, they ended up becoming great friends by the end of the day. They exchanged numbers by night-time, about to go home. And then the fireworks from the festival flew into the sky, creating a crackling exploding sound. Creating a masterpiece of art in the air before them. Hayuko only took one glance at the extravaganza before turning and pulling Ikarumi to her, and giving her a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.
And so this thing began between the two of them, going out like the most happy of people. During this time, Hayuko now had a rejuvenated will in his life. He had the strength to fight against Satan’s oppression. In fact he even began to harness Satan’s powers and make it his own. No longer fearing the beast within him, he was making the beast a part of him. Making it his own, so that he could be able to gain his own power.~The Devastation Arc~
A fearsome monster had just appeared to the scene of Karakura, its name? Ender. A horrifying monster far more powerful than anything Hayuko could possibly imagine. Or so he thought, during this time everyone was in a panic. Forces were organizing to battle this fiend, and Hayuko was lining up on the front lines to go battle this monster. With his new-found powers, he thought he should do something for the people of Karakura. With great power comes great responsibilities.
Or so he thought. During this time, all sorts of hell were beginning to break free in his life. Literally.
During this event, the resurrection of ender had somehow lead to some of the dead being brought back from the grave. Who was one of them? Ikarumi’s dead husband. This brand new obstacle that had been put in Hayuko’s freeflying highway, was much too big for him to overcome.
Ikarumi had soon left Hayuko for his husband. In a series of re-occurring events, Ikarumis inner beast was soon let out. The chaotic dragon had taken more than just Hayuko to seal back in. In an epic battle, Hayuko had literally lost his cool. He went into a demonic outrage, and Satan had been released for the first time. In an epic clash between Satan, and Ikarumi’s demon. With help from the supporters, after they began to tire each other out they were sealed back into their perspective owners.~The Disappearance~
With the conflict between ikarumi and the appearance of Satan, Hayuko no longer felt as if he could stay in the Karakura area any longer. But from this entire encounter, he had created a newfound will within himself. The will to control the beast that holds him tight. Hayuko no longer wanted to be afraid of the hazardous demon inching closer and closer to his heart every day.
He began to travel the world, training and honing his skills. He began to literally control Satan. Achieving complete transformations across the globe! It was one large leap in Hayuko, for he was now controlling Satan. Instead of letting Satan eat at him, he was now using Satan for his own purposes. Traveling from Beijing to Moscow and then to Spain, he learned many different ways to focus. Some of these manners included Yoga, Tiquando (Yes strangely) and Meditation.
Over hundreds of years, Hayuko had been able to master fearsome new techniques and gained more control from his inner ziamachi. But that hasn’t been the only thing Hayuko has been doing. Centuries is a lot of time to do a lot of things, Hayuko had been learning multiple kinds of martial arts. Along with conditioning his body in the strongest of weathers, he has toned his body in many different ways.
During this time, Hayuko had also been studying many different topics. Attending high school once or twice due to boredom, and then attending colleges and universities. During this time, Hayuko had also gotten in on the professional soccer stage. Changing his look and appearance with numerous of futuristic technologies, he was able to participate in the world biggest stage. Playing for a fantastic team by the name of Real Madrid, he played two seasons. He began winning the league in his first year, and then the treble in his second year. With these accolades, you also have to add on his two “Fifa World Best Player Of the Year” Awards. Being the first person in history to win it in his first year, and then the “youngest” to win it. Then being the youngest to win it in two subsequent years.
He enjoyed his career as a professional soccer player, but faked a “Severe injury” that took him off sports greatest stage. Right before the world cup too. Hayuko then returned to his original appearance after the college and soccer to go back to his original goal. Training to contain Satan. His continuous work over years has allowed him to take major control over this beast.
During this time, he has taken time to create an enterprise of his own throughout the years. Creating a company of computer technological advancements over the years from the shadows, Hayuko has been able to create his own capital. He did this for whatever may happen in the future, for money was always a valuable resource. Leaving the company after a decade, and keeping ties to it from the shadows. Hayuko could be called a rich man, although you would never guess it.
If there had been one thing that had bothered Hayuko though, it would have been the fact that he had stayed seventeen for the rest of his life. Because of Satan’s powers, aging had been quite a troublesome part of Hayuko’s life. Though he should look to this constant youth as a gift, he had always wanted to grow old at some point. But soon enough, due to technological advancements; even humans were living longer. “But at least they aged” That was the one idea that had always stuck to Hayuko’s mind.~Complications~
It was the year two-thousand ninety-six (2396) and it had seemed as only just yesterday that it was two thousand eleven (2011). Everything around the globe had changed, the habitats, the technology, and the people themselves. Humans were now developing power of their own which they called “Chi”. The whole world had been revolutionized, new power sources, new forms of travel (Flying cars, hoverboards) It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. But on the outside of every city, was now a barren wasteland filled with hollows. It wasn’t exactly the best kind of life, but they were safe inside their domes. That’s what matters.
Hayuko had finally returned to civilization, although no-one knew of his arrival. He had gone missing for almost four-hundred years, anyone who knew him must have thought he had died. Simple as that. Even when he did actually return, no one knew of his return. He looked different, like a completely new person. With his red and black hair, his eyes had permanently stayed red. His style of clothes hadn’t changed much over the years. Always that young and rebellious look, and rebellion was a nice look on him.~January 19th 2396~
Hayuko had rented a hoverboard as he had entered the city. He could probably easily get around the city using his own speed, but he did not want to seem abnormal to anyone around him. The last thing he wanted to do was arouse suspicion. He was looking around for something to do, he had been separated from humanity for so much time, and yet it seemed as it was all still the same in a different time period. Humans would only be humans Hayuko figured.
Hayuko decided to go to a club. To see what kind of new entertainment you could find in a club. Apparently it was still the same, not much has changed much 300 years in the future. There was one thing that Hayuko would always enjoy, and that was the ability to order drinks. He had ordered a soda, yes a soda. Oddly enough, they still had this caffeine filled drink in the future. Hayuko always preferred not to drink any alcohol, for satan might have been able to take over if he ever got drunk. Although just from being drunk, Satan would not be able to do much with Hayuko’s body.
Hayuko took a sip from his drink, soon enough he gulped down the entire thing. Then he began to feel woozy, he felt strange, light. Someone had slipped something into his drink. “Shit” was the only thing the run through his mind as he tried to get a grip. He had completely and utterly forgotten about how common such a thing as slipping something into a drink was. It must have been something extremely powerful to get Hayuko so limp so quickly. Soon enough, black spots began to blue his vision. “This can’t be happening” He muttered to himself as he was soon washed away by the darkness.
To recap what happened while Hayuko had been out cold, Satan had now taken over Hayuko’s body. Not being able to do anything to satisfy his power-hungry self with a weakened body and an irritating child (I.e Hayuko) nagging at his back to retain possession; he decided to satisfy something else. One of Satan’s many personalities consisted of something non-other than lust. And you can imagine what he did with that. On this night he, took a woman named yuri to a hotel. And from there you can imagine what insued. Satan had been taking on the appearance of Hayuko, with white hair and black eyes instead of Hayuko’s usual red eyes and red/black hair.
You can imagine what insued afterwards. Only a few hours later, Hayuko had finally battled his way into consciousness. When he awoke, he found himself outside of the city. In the barren wasteland of hollows. All he could see around him though, were not predators trying to eat a man who was weak and branded on the floor. But a bunch of predators dead on the floor, limbs cut. Hunted by another monster in the area. It only took Hayuko a few seconds to realize that he was the predator that had hunted those monsters.
Hayuko had no memory of what had happened during that night, for he was battling against Satan’s shroud of control over him. He had no idea that satan had done those things with yuri. With his own body none-the-less. He had only gotten up and assumed that Satan had been feasting on hollows to try and accumulate more power to himself. Then he headed back into the city, hiding in a small apartment that he had bought himself.
Little did he know that months later, the woman that satan satisfied his lust with had a son named Rin. Satan had just given birth to a son that Hayuko had no idea of. Little did he know that years later that son would most likely be hunting Hayuko down for what Satan had created the poor child to be.
No longer afraid of what Satan could possibly do to him, Hayuko decided to re-appear in the world. This time as Hayuko Narumi, and nobody else.
He had purchased himself a glorious apartment in Karakura, returning to his homeland. Where he was originally from. The first person that he had run into on his return, was non-other than Shadin Yuudeshi. Very much like Hayuko himself, Shadin had cleaned up his life. Now he is one of the strongest fighters on the face of the earth, and leading the organization of the yajyuu. The organization was one filled with ziamachi, people with an inner demon hidden within them.
They offered food and shelter to any ziamachi that needed them. That was stuff Hayuko had and was not actually interested in. Shadin was his friend, but Hayuko would not join in on any organization without an actual purpose. Then Shadin filled him on how they help ziamachi tame their inner demons. This perked Hayuko’s interest as Shadin had already defeated his own ziamachi. Hayuko ended up taking up Shadin’s offer.
With the connection Hayuko already had with the leader of the organization previously, and just his strength; he took a special circle within the organization. Formally titled the beast from hell, Hayuko enjoyed a series of benefits the organization had to offer. During his time he didn’t do too much, upon returning to his hometown, he still continued to seclude himself from others. For someone with his status, he didn’t involve himself in any of the major issues involved under the Yayjuu’s jurisdiction. Occasionally he would wrap up a nuisance behind the shadows here and there, however he actively avoided seeking any form of major conflict; and there was never one large enough where he would be forced to participate.
Following this trend, time passed by and the organization continued moving forward; however, Hayuko stagnated. While they pushed forward and made new alliances in order to combat the evils that lurked in every hidden corner, Hayuko was no closer to defeating the evil within himself. Seeing as how the resources offered to him weren’t able to help him overcome this obstacle, Hayuko decided to once again seclude himself; and try to unroot this demon once and for all. ~1000 Nights, 1000 Torments~
Did you know that there is a hell? Or maybe it’s better apt to say that there was a hell. It’s been several years since that last incursion; and the layers of hell ended up being merged into the demon world. the realm itself did not lose it’s identity. Within Hayuko’s inner world, It’s here that Hayuko would have treacherous trial yet. With his ziamachi’s affinity for the realm, Hayuko’s inner world was basically a rendition of hell itself. It was here where Hayuko would have his final battle with his inner ziamachi
It’s the place where Hayuko had decided he would become buried, or where his demon would be buried. For hundreds of years he had steeled himself for this moment, yet now he held no more fear. There was no anticipation, no nerves. It almost felt as if it was just an inevitability that this would happen. He passed through the barrier, yet there was no resistance to his entry. Almost as if it was a door that was waiting for him to pass through.
The instant he passed through, the seal on his body had completely dissipated. Gone, vanished into thin air; the feeling was so ethereal it felt as if there was never one in place. However the instant feeling of pain didn’t come. The forcefulness of rage that would engulf his body never arrived, which made everything all the more ominous. One blink, a fraction of a second has passed and the standing Hayuko was suddenly seated. A throne of stone and molted magma seated beneath him, around him boiling magma frothing and firing pillars of flame into the sky surrounded him. There was no life, but death surrounded him as millions of carcasses invaded his view. They spanned for as far as the eye could see, but he didn’t move. In fact nothing had changed, these were the visions he could see every night; this being the least painful of his nightmares.
Then suddenly he was in darkness. He was not engulfed, he hadn’t even closed his eyes; yet the world had disappeared. He sat in a blackness that left him feeling like he would be erased. His eyes were open yet he was seeing nothing at all, the time would pass but his eyes would never adjust. The only evidence of his existence being the air coming in and out of his lungs, his chest stilly pushing out and caving with it. Was the beginning of his ending? Soon he couldn’t feel the in his lungs anymore, but he couldn’t feel like he was suffocating either. It felt like everything was ceasing to exist, he could no longer tell whether he was awake or asleep; perhaps he had already disappeared altogether?
A minute turned to an hour, an hour to a day. Days turned to weeks and all-together it felt like no time had passed. It was an odd feeling, he couldn’t even retaliate against this form of attack; he almost felt there was no reason too. The darkness felt so comfortable, he didn’t need to eat or even sleep. It was a lull before finally being devoured by beast that waited so long. Months had passed and suddenly he was sitting before a mirror in the darkness. His feet were bony and thin, like the rest of his once vibrant body. He looked over his entire body but he had no feeling looking at the emaciated figure that stared back at him. Almost as if the darkness had swallowed all of his vitality, he felt like a hollow shell of the once radiating figure he held.
It was then it happened, the needling in his head. They say if breaking is hard, recovery is worse; and Hayuko had been trying to recover his sanity for hundreds of years. The pain started to get worse like a tightening of the chest, as if the muscles are trying not to let another breath in, but instead to die. His other senses were cut off; the feeling of pain was magnified to an unimaginable degree. As if he were ignited from within, the beast was burning Hayuko’s body and spirit; the blood in his body being vaporized.
Finally Hayuko released a piercing scream from deep within that forced it’s was straight through the teeth had clenched down. The scream was bellowing, harrowing. It was the kind of scream that made your blood freeze over as if it were ignited by some primeval pathway. However the scream never ended, the agonizing screams howled through nights.
Time passed, but the blood-curdling screams never ceased. Months passed, and eventually on the 666th day they were finally silenced. From the epitome of the realm a lance-like ray of red-black light shot up into the gathering dusk and split apart the ash in realm of magma. An instant later, there was a blinding flash, like sheet-lightning, and a huge ball of varicolored fire belched upward, leaving a series of smoke-rings to float more slowly after it. Another shrilling scream followed it, howling in pain. The depravity of the scream no longer sounded human. The wail was now deep and demonic and reverberated so strongly that ripples could be felt outside of this impenetrable realm and lightly seeped into the other realms of hell.
The roar wasn’t a victorious one, but the ear-splitting sound of a beast being flayed alive. With every masticating shriek, energy continued to reverberate throughout the realm. This deafening pattern until the thousandth day in the realm. Where everything silently stood still, and the realm began to shatter around its epicenter.
A throne remained in the middle, and a man sat in it as everything around it shattered. His pupils no longer burning red, but solemnly shuddered with a pale blue light. In a traumatic mental battle that spanned across several years, what remained was not a demon; but a man. Hayuko had survived his all or nothing gamble and consumed the spirit that had been trying to swallow him for so many centuries. With a deep breath the man sunk deeper into the throne as everything as Satan’s continued to fall around its epicenter.
With the heaviest burden off his shoulders, Hayuko sunk into the shadows; leaving the realm of hell and returning to Earth.
Hayuko has never been one to really stress out over stupid things. He often tends to lay back and just appreciate what the world is like. A lot of people don’t appreciate the world they live in, because they haven’t suffered through anything. Hayuko knows otherwise, and always cherishes what he has because he doesn’t know when me might lose it. He often tends to play video games when he feels he has the time, he also enjoys taking a step back and just blasting music on his ipod. Generally he is a cool guy to be aroundIntelligent:
Just because he happens to be laid back during certain times, does not mean he is in any way lazy. He’s an intelligent person that continuously looks to learn new things. He likes to advance his knowledge, for he will never know when he might need it. After living for hundreds of years, learning tends to be the last thing left for you to do. And after a while, it eventually turns into a priority.Organized:
If there is anything Hayuko tends to dislike, its disorder. He lives with disorder inside him, he was given a chaotic life he never wanted. With all this chaos in his life, he often tends to sit back and organize anything and everything he owns. If he sees any signs of unorganized material he will often unconsciously look to fix it. In many ways, it can be seen as a sign of insecurity that he has towards the fact that his inner ziamachi is a chaotic being eating away at his soul.Perseverance:
If there is a will, there is a way. This is one of the major points that characterizes Hayuko. As long as he sees the slightest possibility opened up, he will go after it. After hundreds of years battling his inner ziamachi, it would be strange to see him as anything less than strong-willed. Almost anybody placed with a curse like this would kill themselves, end their lives. Give up on themselves, after-all you have become a demon. But not Hayuko, he sees himself conquering this curse he has been given and will continue to chip away at this goal until he has achieved it. To him, he does not look at the hardships, yet at the finish line.Calm:
After hundreds of years, Hayuko has learned many different ways to stay in control of a situation. Yoga to meditation, Hayuko has gone through any silly method to keep himself calm. Although It may seem like a pointless endeavor, it actually ends up working. Hayuko is as cool as ice, he has to be, so that he never lets his inner ziamachi get the better of himself. In a fight, he tends to not get angered, never heated so that he can keep his focus. Never losing sight of his goal, that’s the way Hayuko is. Pressure doesn’t necessarily affect him, so it is a very strong trait.Charismatic:
Believe it or not, the demonic boy that everyone hated and never socialized with ended up being a charismatic person. A little smile here, a little wave there. Some flattery, and anybody would be entranced by Hayuko’s smooth speaking. This may be a trait that he picks up from his inner ziamachi, being able to say what people want to heart. Its something his demon tends to specialize in, and a useful trait that Hayuko picked up.Indifferent:
Over time Hayuko has become a person who is rather indifferent to any matter he chooses to be over. Previously in life he tended to gravitate towards helping those in need. However as time continues to pass matters tend to seem less and less important as issues seem to repeat themselves. After secluding himself and overcoming his ziamachi, he decides to press his attention to whatever he feels like doing.