"brimstone chains have mercy"
[How Akon went from Hell to the soul society and how he ended up in the maggot's nest. Will feature: Urahara, Mayuri, Soifon, Yoruichi, Hiyori, etc. Short stories about: Akon's childhood, his time in prison, how he met certain characters, his difficulties adjusting into the Gotei 13 system, etc.. Will eventually include stories from the period between the vizard fiasco and Aizen's betrayal. M for language, eventual gore.]
[this features Akon, specifically the version I rp on tumblr under akon-just-akon…so not everything might align perfectly with canon material…also I don't own any canon material so don't sue me friends.]
ch. one: in the beginning, there was fire
Jingles jangles the sound of metal on metal as of bells;
klink-ing clack-ing joyous rattle;
tinkle ringing high-pitched sigh;
warm light full stomach;
deep laughter snap of bone.
"Mercy! Please! No!"
Silence. Depthless quiet.
"Come, little one, it's time to go to work."
See the damned gather round. She holds the baby out for everyone to see. Wide-eyes. Quite a spectacle. Smiles.
"Is that a child?"
"Miraculous!"
"When was the last time—?"
"Looks tasty."
"Could I hold—?"
"Look! Look! I thought I'd never—"
"Patience, soon. More, more…"
"Yes! It is! It is!"
"How'd you—?"
"I loved mine"
"You had children, before?"
"Ooh! How cute!"
Strange faces. Touches. He doesn't like them. But they carry the sounds. He does not cry, even when they pinch and prod.
"What's the big deal? Just a kid—"
"Yes I killed them."
"Those lil' toes!"
"Boy or girl?"
"Teeheeheeehehe"
"Must be a trick…wait—"
"I wish—"
"Nuisance."
She would allow him to nurse as she gorged herself on meat. Tasty sinners. Raw or over hellfire, there was nothing more filling. So much easier now she was dead. No laws or taboos here. And no babies either. Except her own. Precious boy made hunting so easy. Even if his cries made her furious.
Angry shrieks. She's left him on the hot ground too long. She picks him up, cradling choke-hold. Coo, coo, use the soft gentle mommy voice. "Shut up, little fucker, or I'll slice you open. Dear one I would have killed you had you not been so useful. Little child of mine I will eat you up if you ever grow. Stay this way forever, only silence, be still. That burn brings you no pain."
She holds the chains up before it's little dark eyes. Rattle clank ring. Toothless thing smiles. Mama- bring more chain sounds.
Much to her chagrin, the little boy grew. Not very much, she could still pass it off as an infant as long as the victim did not come too close. As long as the little fucker held still, which to his credit, he tried very hard to do. It was just too damn curious. No matter the punishment, if the boy sensed something new, he had to figure it out. Wiggle away and waddle to investigate, point and make question sounds. She did not allow it to ever speak words. When it forgot, in its' excitement, she punished it severely. More severely each time. She did not understand what kept this boy alive. Surely she had stopped holding back her anger and frustration when executing discipline. And its' little bones broke so easy, its' little skin ripped at the slightest scratch, its' organs squished with so little pressure. But the damn thing always got back up. It might take a long time, but eventually something worth discovering would rouse the boy back into movement. Little thing dragging its' limbs, whimpering softly.
She tried to leave him, over and over again. She would beat him to a pulp until she was satisfied he was dead (or as dead as anything in hell could be); then she would flee the scene. She would go as far as fast as possible for days and days. Even after she was most surely free of it, she would continue moving at all times. Sometimes it took weeks for him to catch up. Once it took several months. But it always did. The boy would appear behind her, his approach unnoticed, reaching up and tugging on her pants leg.
Whimper food sound question sound?
"How the fuck do you find me?! Huh?" She would beat him again. Crying only made the beatings worse, so the boy would silently take each blow. In the stillness in-between attacks, when mother stopped to catch her breath, he would try again.
Whimper food sound question sound?
She tried to feed it to the Kushanāda the day it accidentally called her "mother." She figured that by the time he could crawl back from the very depths of Hell to the highest tier they occupied now, he would have forgotten all about her.
She tied him up real tight. She lured one to him. She watched. She waited. The boy shrieked and shrieked. It used all the words it knew (the mother had very much underestimated the extent of its' vocabulary) against the approaching demon, but nothing stilled its' slow progression. The boy tried to free himself, biting through all the flesh he could reach. No luck. She smiles as her son stops crying. He's completely silent now. His damn dark eyes wide with curiosity at his own death. No fear, just inquisitiveness.
The Kushanāda opened its' maw and encompassed the boy whole, easily biting through the bonds holding him. Not a peep from this boy. His eyes were observing the masticatory system. Fascinating.
When low and behold, the Kushanāda spits it out. The boy looks around, perturbed. A devious smile spreads across his face. He approaches the beast and begins examining it.
The mother is in shock. She cannot move.
The Kushanāda now comes for her.
She runs. The demon speeds up, but still seems to be at its' leisure. The boy follows along obediently. It's trying to calculate the volume of the monster's cranium. He mutters numbers to himself.
She screams for help. This is Hell. No one comes.
She is cornered, no where left to run now.
"Please, baby, save Mommy, PLEASE BABY!"
The boy looks up. He had forgotten about mother.
"SAVE ME YOU STUPID USELESS FUCK! OR I'LL KILL YOU WRETCHED WORM-FACED IDIOT! HELP ME!"
The boy trots forward to occupy the space between his mother against a cliff face and the approaching Kushanāda. He looks back and forth between the two.
Whimper food sound question sound?
"ALRIGHT YOU ASS I'LL FUCKING FEED YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING DAYS YOU IMBECILE FUCKING SAVE ME! FUCK!"
The boy grins. This is a new habit he picked up from a meal she had killed for them a few weeks ago. It's creepy, to say the least; and for whatever reason he would not stop the behavior despite her harsh reprimands.
He scurries up to the Kushanāda again, studying it with his head to one side.
"HURRY! FOR FUCK'S SAKE BABY HELP!"
The boy grins again and jumps up, both arms extended, grabbing at something.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! HELP GODDAMNIT!"
The boy continues jumping and reaching, tongue out, brow knotted in concentration.
She shrieks, the Kushanāda is upon her. She will curse her demon child until her very last breathe.
But that moment never comes. Instead she hears her child make the happy sound he used to signify he had finished eating. The mother opens her eyes to slits. What the actual fuck?
The Kushanāda had stopped. Frozen in place, mouth open, inches away from the mother. And there was her loathsome child, swinging from the chains binding the beast, chewing on them with his incoming teeth. Kushanāda did not have soul chains…or hell chains for that matter…what did her son do?
"Did you kill it, boy? What the fuck did you do?"
The toddler slid down the chain all the way to the ground, it elongated along his way. He rattles the chain happily. Food question sound.
"What? Can we eat it? I dunno who the fuck would try?"
The boy blinked, falling down into a sitting position. He's thinking, muttering a series of incoherent sounds. Finally he crawls forward and bites into the front leg, swallowing and sitting back down in one smooth movement. He blinks exaggeratedly, head tilted to the side, smacking his lips, waiting. She backs away slowly. Freak.
Nothing happens. The boy makes a happy sound and continues munching his odd culinary discovery. She just watches in disgust. Eventually he looks up at her.
Question sound.
"No thanks, kid, that's just weird. You'll probably die from poison or something soon, you watch. Besides, it smells awful."
The kid wipes his mouth and waddles over to his mother, who tries to back away out of his reach to no avail. He keeps shaking his head no.
"Ok whatever. Let's find me some real food." She picks a direction and starts walking towards it. The child follows, always teetering one step behind. He falls down a lot.
It takes the mother forever to figure out her child's special talent. But when she finally does, she immediately takes advantage of him while crafting her next escape plan. He can sense essence chains. She did not quite understand it, but her son could make visible chains on beings which had no soul chain. It kind of made sense. Things without soul chains, like hollows, could still retain a specific form. And after anything died the soul of the thing somehow stayed together all the way through the reincarnation process. So the existence of something to bind a soul into a form…she did not understand very well. When her son touches them, he can immobilize his prey. She hopes to further develop this ability. Perhaps one day he can kill at will, even from a long distance. Or re-shape chains that have already encroached. Maybe he can hunt down any spirit she asks. Or banish her captors to hell. Or even grant her reincarnation. Or just pull victims to them. She has no idea what this little demon is capable of, but whatever it is, it excites her.
Now determined to not kill or abandon her child, one day, on a whim, she finally deigns to give the boy a name.
"Akon. That's you. When I say that—Akon—I'm talking to you so you better listen, kid."
Akon nods solemnly. What a grand responsibility it is, a name.
He points at the woman. Question sound.
"No no. Only good little carrion get to know my name. Maybe if you grow up to be a big strong boy and do every little thing Mama asks, I might just tell you."
Akon grinned.
"Stop that, Akon. No more of those weird smiles. Gives me the creeps."
The boy goes back to his serious demeanor. It is a long time before he smiles again.