Chapter 43: Aome


Aome was born to a woman who supposedly loved an undead demon along with her siblings 516 years ago. Such reasons enough were to justify how people constantly pursued to have her killed since the moment she was born.

People would attack the newborn and her family with arrows, pitchforks, torches, swords, rapid animals, etc. wherever they went. They would scream insults at the mother and siblings, calling them abominations and spawns of the underworld. Aome's mother tried her best to keep them safe, but it was a hard life filled with fear and isolation. The siblings grew up knowing nothing but the sting of prejudice and the warmth of their mother's love.

When she got old enough to walk and think, she and her siblings would steal food to survive. It was never enough, but their mother taught them to be grateful for what little they had. They grew lean and quick, their survival instincts sharper than the blades that often missed their mark. The village was never safe, but the surrounding forests became their sanctuary. They learned to navigate the dense underbrush, climb trees with ease, and track prey like the wild creatures they were feared to be.

One day, Aome befriended a girl and they seemed to hit it off. The friendship went on for years till she invited the family to the Capital of the Center continent. However, it was a trap as she was a corrupt noble who had the family sold to respective allies. Aome herself was tortured or raped, and forced to watch it happen to her family when Aome was too exhausted to be forced.

Aome felt a rage unlike any other, a white-hot hatred that burned through her veins. She swore vengeance, not just for herself, but for her entire family. But she was then saved by a silver-haired man who killed the nobles. She was skeptical at first, but she accepted the help. Things went peacefully for a while until the following night, she spotted her family had been slain by the man's agents. The man knowing of their lineage, decided to have them killed for the sake of humanity.

At this betrayal, Aome died...and was reborn. Her hand came out of the dirt and black armor formed around her as she took on her iconic look-

A young woman with her head covered with bandages, exposing only her eyes that had red and blue irises respectively. She had thick, wild long black hair that reached the ground and wore a large cloak of black bio-mechanical material that obscured her figure aside from her noticeable large bust.

She at this moment saw a shadow arise in front of her and take form. It solidified into that of an incredibly tall, whitish-pale-skinned man of seeming middle age, with a long face, broad chin, pronounced cheekbones, and completely black eyes topped by thin eyebrows. His long black hair reaches to his lower back and is paired with well-kept mutton chops plus a connected mustache with a short black beard. He wore black bio-mechanical armor styled like a shogun.

His tone was foreboding and menacing, but there was genuine affability and concern for her in his words.

"Aome. You know understand how vile humanity is. Why it needs to be purged." he said, his voice resonating with power and conviction.

Everything that transpired in her short 16 years alive flashed before her as she came to the truth and her personality solidified- an extreme stoic obsessed with being as miserable as possible, believing that hardship is the root of all genius. She became cruel and domineering to gain control over her life, believing that misery builds character, that those living in ignorant bliss need to be reminded of the cruelty of the world, and that those who live without misery should be dominated.

She is deadpan, very low key in her tone except when excited- being dramatic when she does so, and intellectual, but also prefers to hide her face to avoid unwanted sexual attention for suitors. She chose Kaze to be her male lover as he had suffered tremendously and believed that he should make the humans pay for their actions, but there are also hints that it's because she finds his abilities useful for the Akujin. She views those she's personally added to her army as an extension of herself and those she finds interesting, needing a lesson in reality, or who played a large part in her life are assimilated are always the targets of these "recruitments". She lacks empathy for those who remain weak as she views them as preferring to live in ignorant bliss of being taken advantage of instead of becoming strong enough to not be pushed around by anyone. In combat, she uses barbaric methods to tear through her enemies as well as playing mind games to unnerve those she doesn't particularly like. She enjoyed putting her hated enemies through great pain, both physically and emotionally. She had no qualms about killing innocent people to get what she wanted, viewing them as collateral damage of no major concern. She treats her subordinates well, letting them do as they please, which in turn inspires their intense loyalty and devotion; while also caring for them as comrades. The current Black heirs are all unambiguously her comrades, regardless of their opinions on Aome herself. Aome loves combat and seeks to find worthy opponents to fight them and respects those who don't turn out to be pushovers or idealistic fools. She even initiates events that lead to wars to participate in them more.

The man who stood before her, the Black Undead Akujin King Mume, her father, held out his hand to her. The same hand that had sentenced her to such a gruesome fate, yet offered salvation in a twisted form. With trembling fingers, she took it, and a jolt of energy surged through her. The pain of her recent death receded, replaced by a fiery resolve to avenge her family.

She was then brought to Berli as the Center Continent possessed warriors capable of defeating them. She was reunited with her family, who became beings like her due to their shared lineage. She also learned her mother was third wife as there was intentions to get at least 5 more wives. She got along her two, eventually five other half-mothers well enough. Her siblings, both full and half, had different interactions with her. The older siblings- at least in terms of human age with some having at least died at an older age despite some being born centuries later- their interactions from indifference, viewing her as annoying like a younger sibling, to being very supportive.

The younger siblings- at least in terms of human age, some having been born prior to her birth centuries prior but died young- their interactions were indifferent, viewing her as an annoying big sister, or admiration. Her most prominent younger sibling would be Shirome, a bubbly yet psychotic girl who tended to pest her.

The Black Faction revered Aome for being a strong and ruthless leader while the White Faction, particularly, the White Undead Akujin King, Vlad, resented and even had envy towards her as she wasn't afraid to die since she already died- the White Faction having several phobias about their own mortality. She would become an infamous target for the Human revolutionaries due to her merciless actions and how she supported the increasingly corrupt Kaiser rulership that starved the lower class till they're gaunt, almost ghoul-like beings, allow the middle class to live in poverty, and allow the upper class to pollute the outskirts of the continent with their reckless excavation of Orichalcum, unrefined, which led to toxic gases spewing in those regions.

Aome herself, barely tolerates these humans, but is forced to do it under the command of the White Plant Akujin King, Solar-Flor, a half-breed who managed to undermine Nefarious, the Center Great One 500 years ago with his implied involvement with the disappearance of Nefarious' wives, Lillith and Eve- along with their unborn children, leading to Nefarious becoming comatose with despair. It allows Solar-Flor and the other White Kings to essentially take over as the ruling body, enforcing the Akujin to become mercenaries for a corrupt regime and also implanting them with parasitic roots to make them obey against their will. Or in the case of the undead Akujin/the artificial element Golem Akujin/the Elemetal Akujin- using loved ones of the other legions as hostages to bypass the usual Elemental/Undead/Golem immunity.

Aome was also aware that Solar-Flor and the White Kings would traffic young children of both genders, even fellow Akujin to be personally raped by them as part of their serial rapist impulses. That and their indolence in actually progressing the Akujin goals sparked a desire to find the true heirs of Nefarious to dethrone these imposters that the Black Faction mistakenly took in out of mercy when they fell from the Heavens.

Outside of these issues, Aome would typically go out of her way to collect powerful warriors to aid her necromancy army, eat her favorite food- bread, and read about new things- denied when she was alive. Her stoic nature often led her to push herself beyond the limits of what most would consider possible, enduring unimaginable pain and suffering in the pursuit of power and knowledge. Her days were filled with training, strategy, and the occasional visit to the capital to ensure the humans respected the Black Faction and did not view them as the White Faction's flunkies.

She got along with her fellow peers and lamented when some of her seniors would die in battle to protect the juniors. She was close to all of them, but Sora the newest Warrior was someone who became her lover, and she generally hung out with the others. She and Monstrosity got along the most as the masterminds of the group.

The White Faction's new generation, outside of Shriome were viewed equally with contempt in her eyes.

Aome Mission No. 3,000,000,000,000

This is one of the many missions that Aome undertook.

Aome was constantly sent on missions by the White Faction in order to limit her ability to voice her concerns about the treatment of the Akujin populace and the state of the continent. One such mission brought her to the far reaches of the East of the landmass, where rumors of a powerful artifact had surfaced. This Majin-Butsu artifact, known as the Heart of the Phoenix, was said to contain the essence of a fiery bird that could burn away corruption and revitalize the land.

It was being kept by a powerful family of alchemists who sought to harness its power for their own selfish gains. Aome and her team of elite warriors from the Black Faction set out, traversing the treacherous terrain, battling monstrous creatures and treacherous humans alike. The journey was fraught with danger, but Aome's resolve never wavered. Her eyes, one red, one blue, remained focused on the prize.

Her ten commanders included a lich wearing a papal crown, a mummy wearing a golden-black pharaoh mask, a fossilized mammoth humanoid, a dracolich humanoid, a teen ghost girl with red-iris eyes wearing a black bio-mechanical gown, a jack-o-lantern headed ghost with a black-bio-mechanical robe- having a jagged maw for a mouth, no visible nose, and two yellow eyes, a dullahan female knight with her dull-red haired beautiful maiden head floating above her, an undead humanoid giant, a black cloaked wraith with only two glowing blue orbs showing in the face-obscuring hood, and an elemental made of ectoplasm shaped into an emerald winged demon with a set of six orange eyes where the face would be, horns pointed forwards, and clawed hands with taloned feet.

Aome's heart raced as they approached the alchemist's fortress. The smell of rotting flesh and burning herbs filled the air. The alchemists had set up a series of traps and barriers to protect the artifact, but she had encountered worse in her long life. She gave the signal, and her team moved in with precision, each warrior using their unique abilities to bypass or destroy the obstacles before them.

Aome was confident in her abilities- As a Reaper Akujin, she can invoke death onto a target to the point of rotting, which in her case, its curse is invoked as a liquid wave of death energy that tracks onto a target while all being able to continuously add those she's killed with her resurrection sword into her army. Her Trump Card is invoking a plague that causes the subconsciousness of a target to experience death by drowning. She's also a master swordsman of immense strength, being able to wield two massive swords without much effort, slicing and cutting within nanoseconds. As a more advanced user of invoking Death than her sister, Shirome; She also is able to absorb the life force of others, sense when someone will die, invoke infertility in a target out of sadistic spite, invoke necrosis in still-living targets- leading to rot, cause healing factors/restorations to be reversed, manifest every injury that target personally suffered on their bodies all at the same time while also magnifying the damage, transfer the potential death of target onto another; arrange for the potential death to be delayed or arrive sooner as an act of sadism; being able to slay anything- regardless of its immortality or immunity towards damage; destroy all futures except for a desired one; negate resurrections; erase energy; destroy powers/concepts; manifesting the scenarios that lead to a target dying regardless of whether or not it would be actually possible for the location- being able to freeze to death while in a volcano; generate a field in which she can select what dies; invoke the aspects that lead to one's death onto a target- decay, personal decisions based on self-destruction/impulsive wrath/over-addictive intoxication, need to sacrifice themselves/extreme sadness from loneliness/insane decisions originating from madness/suicidal despair/avaricious greed; stagnation and senescence; remove/prevent the potential of death from a target; and the acceleration of diseases leading to one's death- ironically all abilities being more potent than her technical Trump Card.

Despite this, she never truly gained the affection of her father due to the existence of the children of the 7th and 8th wives- Akame and Kurome. Mume had gone to Wakoku and taken Rose and Iris, sisters of the former Tenrou Ten Star member, Enji, to be Akujin, becoming far more openly considerate of them than any of his previous six spouses. The fact that Rose and Iris took Akame and Kurome away to be raised amongst humans, was a touchy subject. She deeply resents Akame for being the potential heir to the family due to being perceived as a fortunate girl who's not truly suffered, secretly planning to make the half-sister's life a living hell and finding her altruism nauseating. She's more neutral on Kurome but finds her to be a lost cause due to being ruled by the fear of those she helped to kill. She longs for her father's approval despite being the unfavorite in comparison to Akame, building up her resentment even more.

She decided to focus on the mission at hand, pushing aside her bitterness towards Akame and Kurome. As they reached the heart of the fortress, they were met by the alchemist family's elite guards, clad in alchemically enhanced armor that gleamed under the flickering torchlight. Aome's eyes narrowed, the corners of her mouth turning up in a cold, sadistic smile as she recognized the fear in their eyes. She knew that fear well; it was the same look she had seen in the faces of countless enemies before they fell to her blade.

She generated a wave of black energy as the people gained black markings that spread across the victim's skin as they fell dead, joining her ranks. The alchemists' guards fell one by one, their bodies twitching before collapsing to the ground. Aome stepped over the lifeless forms, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction with every death. It was a perverse dance of power, and she was the conductor, orchestrating a symphony of destruction.

The artifact room was a chamber of gleaming metal and glass, filled with the whirring of machines and the hiss of alchemical concoctions. The Heart of the Phoenix sat atop a pedestal, a pulsing sphere of fiery light that cast an eerie glow across the room. Aome felt its power resonating within her, and she knew that this was what she had been searching for.

"It's marvelous isn't it?," remarked a voice as Aome turned to see the speaker. A young, beautiful human girl with emerald eyes and fiery red hair stood before her, dressed in an elegant white and gold dress that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. "I am Mary Jeweless, the daughter of the alchemist family. You must be the infamous Aome, the Blue Death."

Mary's smile was warm, but her eyes were as cold as the steel instruments that lined the walls of the chamber. Aome's grip tightened on the hilts of her swords, her senses on high alert. "You're brave to greet me with a smile, human," she said flatly. "Most beg for mercy before they join my army."

Unlike Akame's katana, Aome wielded two equally massive and wide claymores as big as her height in her hands effortlessly due to her centuries of training. She stepped closer to Mary, her booted feet echoing through the chamber, the clack of her armor a rhythmic symphony of death.

"No fair, sister. I want to try her.," said a male voice as the pumpkin-headed commander of Aome appeared just in time to block the strike of homing daggers. The attacker revealed himself to be a gaunt, red-haired adult man with tiny round glasses on his brow, a steampunk brown suit, and wielding an array of golden knives.

Mary's smile never faltered, "Brother Ripley. You can take care of Jack there. I want to test how undying the undead really is." Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched Aome's reaction.

"Make sure to kill right away. I don't see him as something worthy of prolonging a fight.," Aome told Jack as Ripley gritted his teeth in annoyance. "I'll make sure you'll pay for overestimating your chances against me," Ripley said as he threw more of his knives- Justice- blades that hone on what the target sees as evil.

The room erupted into a cacophony of clanging steel and roars of power as Aome's team engaged the alchemists' forces. The Heart of the Phoenix pulsed with energy, seemingly feeding off the chaos around it. Aome and Mary circled each other, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Aome knew that Mary was not an ordinary human; she could feel the power coursing through her veins, a power that was akin to the artifact itself.

"Oh that's just a decoration. I have the real one right her.," Mary said as she unbuttoned to reveal the phoenix-shaped gem imbued in her chest. She then transformed in a red flash of crimson energy- she was now adorned completely in a red phoenix-based full armor with wings, her face was covered by an avian helmet, but her bosom/midriff were exposed.

"Heart of the Phoenix- Helia. It grants a physical boost and regeneration.," Mary explained, the thrill of the battle reflecting in her emerald eyes. "But it's not just power that makes one strong. It's the willingness to survive, to overcome adversity."

Aome's heart raced, but she remained stoic. "I've faced worse than a mere bird," she retorted, her gaze never leaving the gem.

She generated more of the black aura like she killed the guards but Mary blitzed her way out of the way, "Is that so? Then why do you fear the pain of the living so much? You should cherish it, as it's the only thing that reminds you of your existence!"

Mary shot out a crimson plume of fire, and Aome raised her sword to block it, the flames wrapping around the blade before dissipating. The heat was intense, but she felt no pain. She smirked under her bandages. "Pain is a tool, a stepping stone to becoming stronger," she said, her voice eerily calm amidst the chaos.

She generated the Akujin Technique, Luxuria, releasing black lightning from the blades of her swords. The bolts shot towards Mary, crackling with the energy of decay and despair. Mary's eyes widened, and she tried to dodge, but the lightning was too fast, too precise. It struck her, and she screamed as the electricity ripped through her armor, leaving it charred and smoking. Her body convulsed, the smell of burnt flesh and metal filling the air.

Aome stabbed her not with the blade of instant death, but the necromancy blade. Mary's essence then melded into her as Mary assimilated into Aome herself. Aome noticed that she now had Helia fused into her being as well, granting her a new power to manipulate fire, which was quite useful alongside her existing necromancy powers.

"How do you like being one with me?," Aome asked Mary inside of her mind as she felt the power of the Heart of the Phoenix surging through her. The alchemist's essence was now a part of her, a testament to her dominance in combat.

"Our parents were killed by Solar-Flor's forces when they tried to deny them our brother, Bacon. The weapon was to be our revenge. Now it's just me since...," said Mary's voice as Aome saw Jack eating the remains of Ripley, an implied easy victory.

"You're now me. Your desires are my desires.," Aome said as she and her ten commanders left the castle. The Heart of the Phoenix now resided in her chest, a pulsing emblem of power. The alchemist's fortress burned behind them, a testament to the battle that had unfolded. The landscape was scarred with the remnants of their fierce combat, a stark contrast to the once pristine environment.

"I see.," Mary's voice said inside her.

A short while later, Aome had generated Mary into being inside her bedroom. Aome then unclothed herself revealing her form to be an attractive young woman with a well-endowed bosom, thick, wild long black hair that reached the ground, and heterochromia eyes- the right having red iris and the left having a blue iris.

A short while later, Aome had generated Mary into being inside her bedroom. Aome then unclothed herself revealing her form to be an attractive young woman with a well-endowed bosom, thick, wild long black hair that reached the ground, and heterochromia eyes- the right having red iris and the left having a blue iris.

Mary also unclothed herself as she knew as now as aspect of Aome, this would be an odd type of masturbation as the two engaged in sex.

"I didn't expect you to look so pretty. Why hide the looks?," Mary asked.

"Because my beauty is a curse and men would fawn all over me in an attempt to have their way. I prefer those who see my heart, but this is different.," Aome explained as she went in for a kiss.

Their bodies intertwined, each movement echoing the fiery passion of the Heart of the Phoenix that now resided within Aome. It was an unusual sensation, feeling another's essence within her, but it was a testament to her power and control. The flames of the artifact danced across their skin, leaving no burns, only a warm, comforting glow that enveloped them.

Mary and Aome pressed their vaginas together, the heat from the Heart of the Phoenix causing their bodies to glow a fiery red. The room grew hotter, the very air seeming to crackle with energy as they moved in a passionate dance of dominance and submission. The intensity of their union grew, and with it, so did the power within Aome.

Mary hugged Aome as she kissed her deeply, her body responding to the overwhelming power that now resided within her. The Heart of the Phoenix was more than just an artifact; it was a living force that craved the warmth of a worthy host. Aome felt its power surging through her veins, fueling her lust and desire. The two became one, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to claim each other fully.

Their union was fiery and intense, a dance of passion that mirrored the battles they had waged in the alchemist's fortress. The heat grew to an almost unbearable level, but Aome reveled in it, her body adapting to the newfound energy. The flames of the phoenix licked at their skin, leaving no burns, only a sense of power that grew with every touch.

As they reached their climax, Aome felt a sudden surge of power unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The Heart of the Phoenix pulsed in time with their beating hearts, its fiery essence melding with her own. Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue-white, and the room was bathed in a blinding light.

The two collapsed on the bed, sweating and panting, the flames from the Heart of the Phoenix fading away. Aome felt an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, not just from the power of the artifact, but from the connection she had just shared with Mary. It was unlike any battle she had ever fought; it was personal, intimate, and surprisingly fulfilling.

"Why don't you forgive Akame and Kurome? It's not fair to ostracize them. Siblings should love each other.," Mary replied.

"You're just spouting nonsense.," Aome said before Mary pulled the former's cheek in annoyance.

"You know it's not.," Mary replied. "They're your siblings, no matter how much you resent them. They didn't choose their lives any more than you did.,"

"Plus, I'm part of you. So you probably have found the answer anyway.," Mary said with a soft smile.

Mary then melded back into her as Aome reclothed herself. She left the room, contemplating the words of her newest part. Siblings. Love. The concepts were foreign to her, buried under layers of anger and pain. Yet, as she walked the halls of the castle, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was something to be said for forgiveness.


Next Chapter: Vacuo

Author Notes: Aome's past is very sad, but she's still a bit sinister. Maybe she will reconcile with her half-siblings.

Next up is Vacuo's a really tragic character.