EDIT

This first chapter was an ordeal to read, and very graphic. I typed through two omniscient voices, as you can notice I typed very oddly when I was introducing the reader to Pyramid Head and it was very prominent and it was on purpose. It might have looked stupid in a few ways, but Akiane is a more elegant girl whose omniscient voice speaks clearly and is not as lazy as Pyramid Head…for my first chapter I only planned to use it as is. To be honest, I truly would like to progress on the story further and fix it up as it is a grammatical mess and indecisive and very poorly written on Pyramid's behalf. As criticized by some people…I do agree, when this story was meant as a release, but the moment I wrote I wanted to give it a try. So far, it's likeable, but much frowned upon. Here goes with the first chapter again, this time I will elaborate on for Pyramid and add subtle changes in the first half of the story and be very serious about it this time -.- WARNING: Pyramid Head section is just as graphic, but in a more violent way and not in the way you'd expect.

R&R again :]


.:Chapter 1:.

Origins

In a world, it consists of one civilization and within each civilization, exists one being, and within that one being exists a powerful sentiment of free will and life. In the spirit world, there exists kingdoms, and within each kingdom are legions, and within those legions, lay a demons sinful purpose, to seek out the free will and bend it to corruption, and the undying thirst to reap that soul. It was a way of balancing out the sour apples from the fruitful ones. The amount of bad apples that were plucked came to a stunning amount that within those kingdoms, there was strife to gain them all in order to please a serpent king. In one kingdom, there was a family, a family born from the back of the serpent king, who led lives like humans, and had their own free will because the serpent king demanded it so. In this family, was born of three girls and three boys. They were sought out by priests on the surface, and exiled permanently from both the underworld and the surface, only to be thrown into a lake of fire, to suffer like humans because the serpent king demanded it so. Yet, among such events, there was a promising child who was capable of leading, but too young. The serpent king thus separated himself from that one child, so she could learn to grow on her own, and demanded that she be given free will and emotion. He demanded her to live with free will and emotion, because he felt threatened by the Almighty and his power, so he needed to express his own. The serpent king was the only one who knew his intentions, and from that day forward, all the deaths of his other children, Akiane was reborn into the underworld once more.

In the Howling Halls, a young woman sits at a lonesome table among large shelves of books. This young woman appears human to the innocent eyes, she is more human than she is of demons. This young woman wears a bright white dress that is loose fitting and soft from the bottom of her bust past her feet. Her sleeves are short and the neckline is to her chin, buttoned to keep her warm. Her hair is long; it reaches past her hips, and is darker than a moonless midnight. It is fixed in a ponytail, and her expression is solemn with her plump lips tinged with orange and pink, and eyebrows as thick as her eyelashes but perfectly shaped. Her skin is almost as pale as the dress she wears.

Akiane held a tattered book in her hand, written in ink mixed with blood, though the book had no incantations expressed in it because it was fashioned in a frightening fashion, in fact the book only expressed the existence of otherworldly realms. She was enthralled by the book, when a woman dressed in tight leather walked in and snatched the book out of her hands.

"Why aren't you reading the one I gave you?" She asked disappointedly.

"Because there are other books that need to be read as well." Akiane settled firmly on her chair in a proper position, the woman in tight leather walked towards the table and slid the book across the table.

"Realms aren't a place for a princess to wander." The woman in tight leather spoke,

"I wasn't trying to impose on anyone, I was just entertaining myself." Akiane looked down and began to twiddle her thumbs,

"You speak so dimly Akiane, I know there is something on your mind." The woman in tight leather grabbed a chair from across the table and plopped herself soundly onto it.

"Can you keep a secret?" Akiane leaned in,

"I can." The woman leaned in,

"Sometimes I'm scared to be here, sometimes I feel tricking people constantly is a bad thing, since the day I was reborn, it has left a bitter taste in my mouth." Akiane looked down ashamedly,

"Your father mentioned that you had the motives to think as you are telling me, and I'm not surprised." The woman continued, "It is bad in the eyes of a greater being, that is why we must fight to oppose him, he oppresses simple pleasures, and opposes fruition of your fathers path."

"That being can stop my father?" Akiane was surprised; she hadn't known there was another who was more powerful,

"Yes." The woman slipped closer, "In fact, the greater being denied your father of everything."

"Why?" Akiane leaned in closer, putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands while looking at the elaborate markings carved into the table.

"I do not know, only he knows." The woman turned away, Akiane was obviously unsatisfied with the answer and she leaned back into her chair, slouching slightly.

"Is there a certain realm you're interested in Akiane?" The woman leaned in as Akiane held the book in her lap, humouring the young princesses' outward taste for adventure.

"Yes Madam Xia, it is here!" Akiane excitedly opened the book and showed her the page.

"Hmm, this is quite the unique one you read about." Madam Xia moved her finger down the pages, "Silent Hill is it?" Madam Xia looked down at her,

"Yes it is." Akiane smiled slightly,

"Do you know what such a place beholds child?" Madam Xia asked. Akiane shook her head, "It's a place of torment, a manifestation of impurity and sin...a place of judgment, like here." Madam Xia closed the book, "A place of judgment that has a ruler who is cruel and soul thirsty."

"Like a spider?" Akiane asked neatly folding her arms and laying her hands on her thighs.

"Somewhat. But this spider plays with her food before eating it, and you can never escape her grasp." Madam Xia walked towards the shelves and looked for previous location for where the book was found. A small golden demon appeared with two wings, grabbed the book from Madam Xia and catalogued it for her.

"Can we visit there?" Akiane asked,

"No, it is too much work..." Madam Xia looked into Akiane's hopeful eyes, "This realm has a ruler, it would be trespassing, and you could be in a lot of trouble even if without an invitation child." Madam Xia looked at the sad girls eyes and walked towards her. She lifted up her chin so Akiane could face her, "You have sword lessons with General Dawn."

The women proceeded out of the library, and into long hallways which ceilings stood tall several meters above the ground. The hallways were draped with red silk ribbons hanging from every light ornament and along the walls in a highly adorned fashion with marble pillars marking the distance feat. The carpet shone like silk with the texture of rough knots of a towel, and gold leaf was along every crevice and design chiselled into the marble walls, and on the marble walls were design patterns of ivy and swirls and flowers. The detail was more extensive than that of a Chinese empire. They reached the outer doors, and there was a man dressed in ink dyed armour of blood red and black, and tight leather around his legs and torso, arms and neck, with the neck sporting a collarbone cape. The tight leather around his legs were held together with small belts, there were also small belts around his arms and buttons from the bottom of his torso to his neck. The armour was finely crafted to fit his body, his greaves and boots were adorned with tiny jewels as was his gauntlets. For sword practice, he never wore his pauldrons or his chest plate. He held onto the sword sheathed on his left and bowed down. Akiane did the same, he held out his hand and she reached for it, she then took it and walked hand-in-hand to the courtyard.

She noticed over her sixty years since her rebirth, she was always treated as a child, a young girl in their eyes, seeing as Madam Xia explained why, they only saw her as a child because they treasured her from her rebirth. When they reached the courtyard, the captain decided to not wear his heavy armour, since Akiane had progressed with her swordplay, he threw the armour off so he could get around her fast attacks. She grew adept in the art of using a two-handed sword, a short sword, a broad sword but has not grasped onto the weight of a claymore yet since it weighed heaviest next to the war hammer. She grabbed for a buckler and a broad sword. She banged her sword to her buckler indicating that she was ready. Then General Dawn laughed heartily,

"Are you really going to be fighting in that dress?" He swung his sword over his shoulder and put one hand on his hip,

"Oh…I guess so!" Akiane put on her battle face that expressed a fearsome cute bunny. He took the bait and did not wait for her to change.

"Okay then." Dawn chuckled at her, "Though I will not exercise caution and you must be-

He was suddenly cut off from his sentence when Akiane charged at him and slammed her buckler on his chest. It felt as if his chest had been kicked and he stumbled onto his back. She wanted to play, and that she was angry because she wouldn't usually take affirmative action. She smirked at him and he flipped onto his feet surprising Akiane. She took two steps away from him before pirouetting around him and slamming her buckler into his back by stretching out her arm. He stumbled forwards but found his footing and turned around, Akiane swung her sword dangerously close to his neck as he jumped away deflecting her next swing with his shield. He tried to kick her legs from under her but had failed because she jumped and in midair, swung her sword towards his neck again and missing because he used his shield to shove her away. She was minimally stunned and she charged after him again, the way she was fighting, it was reckless, like a brawler with a one track mind. Dawn sought to stop her from going further and lifted his sword to her neck level. He advanced on her quickly, with his sword still neck level he used his shield and swung it as hard as he could at her sword. His blow had made her hand numb as she cried out in pain, the shaking of the metal caused her to lose her grip and drop the sword and she became unfocused. Dawn moved closer and wrapped his hand carrying the shield around her back, and with the sword neck level, pushed it against her throat so that she had no way to escape. With the fury in his eyes suddenly gone, he asked out of compassion, "Is something bothering you?"

She had no response to the worried man threatening her life; he took the blade off her throat after the emotion expressed in her eyes had settled.

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In another otherworldly dimension…

Pyramid Head, as most people would know him as an executioner with an unstable mind and a thirst for blood. By others, he was an outright flaw of the human psyche, or a beast. He was also known to posses the sinful qualities of most victims who've found their way into Silent Hill, and that he was closely related to James Sunderland, having been created from the blackest core of his derived self loathing, his twisted pleasures and his intentions with and added lack of discernment. Pyramid Head, was also seen as a tool, for breaking the victims and making their souls weak for the reaping. With that, Pyramid Head was a creature of many talents, though his talents aren't exactly the kind that you would expect, but aiming for hellish, if there was such a category. Pyramid Head, also had a conscience, he is aware of physical pain and conflicting emotions.

Being with Alessa for a long time, never being able to die and damned to wander Silent Hill as an abomination she praised, he learned things about the place he lived. He learned about the conflicting emotions as never belonging, or frustration of being bored. He hasn't learned much, but he also learned that he was the most treasured creature Alessa created, he was the only creature who fully represented a human, made from scratch, he is alive but in between dimensions, for Alessa, it was a feat of accomplishment. Pyramid Head was an accomplishment because he was the only fearful being she had ever made, that he could physically and mentally damage people, and it is the reason while he still wanders Alessa's playground, he was too valuable to be thrown away. He much appreciated being valued by her, but found it even more boring to be a museum object for others to gawk at.

Over time, he had no use as an executioner, his meaning diminished, but he allowed himself to wander between dimensions, he could even peek on other people's convictions. He was troubled when Alessa was angry with him for crossing paths with Alex Shepherd. He had a good laugh about it afterwards and managed to cheer himself up by going back, with her permission to slaughter his dad (I can't remember, but it was a good scene in the game, so I need a ref. from someone). Lastly, the most notable aspect of Pyramid Head was that he could not properly pronounce English.

Today, he was surprised he covered a lot of ground, the weight on his head seemed more cumbersome, but the pain had long washed away. He walked past the school, with only several blocks away from downtown, he would be able to reach the church in time. He recalled the moment when he snared a young woman and tore her skin from her body. It gave him a rush, and he felt pride when he threw the skin against the door. He also remembered when his creator got her revenge, but it wasn't enough. Her spirit left, but the malicious part of her stayed. Her malicious personality did not allow those religious nuts to die, but instead she kept the stead, and kept the monsters out of the church, and did not allow them to suffer but in their own mental hells. She also let them reproduce so she could have a longer lasting vengeance that could possibly be another blood bath. Her cruelty hadn't thinned, but became thicker and Pyramid Head noticed, but she never failed to give him compassion. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.

He didn't want to be on her bad side as much as the mannequins, but they scared people enough for their misshapenness.

He reached downtown, carrying his large sword by his side, his long legs helped a lot, but he noticed and learned over time, that if he left his sword, a terrible pain would eat at his arm and throughout his hand which he used to carry it. He could never leave it, since he was forced to keep it as his security blanket; he continued to lumber down the street. At times he would rub at the constant abrasions on his neck where his helmet was being held, and found that it was an annoying object that conflicted most of his movements, and knowing his weakness' were tight spaces, narrow hallways, and bungalows. Measuring over a staggering seven feet tall, he was a sight to see. His skin smock was something that he thought was cool when he made it and it frightened tourists.

He finally reached the church, looming ominously over the graveyard with brittle and broken tomb stones. He walked past the rows of tightly placed together graves, and he stopped to listen in the hellish place with red skies and dark mist. He could hear the far cries of their children from underground, he could hear the shuffling of the acid spewing creatures and their gurgling, and he could hear the echo of the birds in the other dimension, warning them that hell is coming, that he is coming for a visit.

The birds were a sign that his world was whittling away so he could walk into their dimension for a short time while it merged with his. He walked around, searching the perimeters of where people would be, and found a quaint cement building that held prisoners who were tortured and had their guts and blood paint the walls and their innards decorate inside the building. The gray children own this building, and when they get their hands on a person, they cannot die, but have the constant feeling of their guts spewing out while they torture them alive. Sometimes, Pyramid Head envied their ability to keep a person alive while they tortured them, but they always died when he wished to punish them. Oddly enough, this building for torturing people was a warehouse in the other dimension.

The crows of the birds circling the church became louder when the noises echoed in the building through the small open windows near the ceiling. Pyramid had a gut feeling that he should stick around, running his large fingers on the fences placed inside to split the large building into sections. The gray children were clever, but they feared him and they would back away to the other side of the section and give him space. He wouldn't dare touch them or hurt them, because even he knew, in every gray child was a spirit of an actual child that was claimed in this hell. He waited, and he smelled the blood around the room, it tinged his nostrils even when his helmet filtered most of the smell, he could smell something faint. He raised his helmet in the air; he could smell the faint scent of perfume and the smell of soap. He walked in the building, around the sections until he could get a better scent of it, and then he could hear laughter. This laughter was not deep, but sweet and gentle…and that of a woman he smiled deviously to himself. He listened harder and heard more voices accompanying the laughter. It was a cluster of girls he thought excitedly to himself, he held onto the metal pole on his side and bent down gingerly, he could tell the group of girls were sitting down in a small group. He smelled and it was like ecstasy, it was as if he was with them, it was as if he smelt the laughing girls hair, but he knew he would be there soon to smell it much better.

The bird's crows became louder and suddenly, a deafening silence descended upon the girls and upon Pyramid Head. He stood up, with sword in hand as he saw the image of the girls peel into view and their fear was apparent when some of them managed to run when the eerie horn sounded. Some of them were frozen in fear, as was the laughing girl when her friends looked at him and she was too afraid to look behind her. The girls came into view, and when Pyramid Head had the chance, he threw his sword across the room and impaled it into the warehouse door blocking their escape. The laughing girl burst into tears and held herself in the fetal position. The rest of the girls screamed and crawled towards the farthest wall away from him. The gray children watched from afar, not making appearances, but afraid of Pyramid Head if they were to disrupt him.

He slowly looked down at the laughing girl who was now crying beyond all measure, and picked her up from the floor by gripping onto the back of her neck. He looked towards the other scared girls, with many thoughts racing; he would do something to mentally scar them. He gripped the back of the crying girl's neck, making her bleed. The girls gaped in utter fear and their eyes filled with tears, Pyramid Head looked down and saw the bulge sticking out of his skin smock. The smock was heavy and he whipped it off, throwing it to the side. The girls screamed and covered their eyes when they saw his lower region and he merely smiled under his helmet. It was a major plus for his ego, and he focused his attention on the crying girl's backside. He slid his hand down her back while he suspended her in the air, and grabbed onto the back of her skirt and shirt at the same time. With one powerful grip and fast pull, he managed to rip off her clothing except for her underwear. The girls screamed as he did so and he watched them expectantly for exciting reactions. He moved his hand up from the side of her hip to her breast and made the girls watch him defile their friend.

His hand caressed her body roughly, and the crying girl choked on her tears, she held onto his wrist because his grip on her neck was straining her. His hand wandered lower and he slipped his finger under her liner and wrapped around it, and with another pull, ripped it from her. What happened next, was unexpected, he rubbed along her back and gripped onto a nice flab of skin on her spine. The memory he recalled earlier made him excited, and maybe, if he skinned another live one, it would bring the same satisfaction. The girls were watching, un-wavered it seemed because they didn't shut their eyes, and Pyramid Head wanted them to watch, he had them in the palm of his hands.

With the flab of skin pinched between his index and thumb, he moved his middle finger to grip into it, and soon he pulled her skin close to her torso, she screamed in more pain. He folded the rest of fingers into the skin and soon folded his entire knuckle into the skin as she cried out it excruciating pain. He gritted his teeth under the helmet and watched the girl's reactions and exciting expressions. With one breath he balled the skin in his fist and pulled back as hard as he could and the crying girl's skin broke like tissue. Her skin ripped from the middle of her chest, from her ribs, and from the middle of her lower region, he skinned her alive. He skin became bruised from the edges and folded from the sudden abuse, and with her torso from her thighs to her forearms, to the tip of her chin, he successfully managed skin half of her. The crying girl died from the sudden pain as her heart had stopped and her eyes were wide open, the vessels in her eyes were popped and blood came from her nose and chin. When he pulled her skin, the girls he watched carefully wore expressions of utter horror; they were too scared that they were frozen stiff, and they were speechless, not even to utter a scream.

He then finished the crying girl, leaving her muscles visible along with her protruding ribs and breasts, still facing the girls. They all screamed as loud as they could when Pyramid Head ripped the rest of the skin off her, but left her face untouched. He still held her body in the air, and he decided he'd throw the body towards the girls, barely missing them by a couple feet. He took the skin and held it to his helmet, it was a perfect blend of perfume and blood that he had ever smelt and his sighing was loud enough for the girls to hear. The blend was absolute bliss, and he could still smell the other girls crying at the other side of the section.


All if forgiven on both ends...Me and a person I am not overly fond of agreed to a handshake..for which I am a little more happy. No more negativity and just enjoy the messy writing ahead :]