Despite godlike powers of heaven and earth, Furyo had not mastered important things like his own rage, power over his impulses and knowing when it was time to go. As he kicked in teeth and pounded eye sockets into throbbing purple puddles. Furyo didn’t see the Vampire Clan controlled Police had swarmed in silently with storm troopers and tactical cyborgs. Furyo’s evil laughter was cut short as flash bang grenades and high powered taser barbs pumped his blood full of thousands of volts. Machiko and the Special Secret Society and Occult Division had him hog tied in a dark bus before he knew he was done for. Machiko doesn’t talk, her cruel visage betrays no hint of intimacy or a kindred soul.
Furyo is taken into a shunned region of the western hills on the way to Mt Fuji. The 悪霊会ゴーストマフィア Akuryō-kai Ghost Clan had a fortress among a vast graveyard obscured by miles of former military off limits zones. Keeping people away with signs about toxic ground water from the world war, this was actually to isolate a place where evil spirits and cruel shinto priests held savage rituals of torture and barbarism. Their base was once a great home of a war profiteer from a family name blotted out of history for its hundreds of years of inhumane behavior. Furyo is carried into a room with blacked out windows where a hundred men in formal kimonos read off a litany of ceremonial oaths then in unison stabbing their guts with their own swords.
A lone form waits at the head of the room as dead yakuza who owed money, told or had dishonored their old clans fell on their swords. Furyo feels like something more ominous than tasers and drugs had wounded his ability to be in control. The room was a yellowing blue of candle light and luminous souls. One set of piercing eyes brought some recognition to his soul. The accusing eyes of his mother held not light or joy at their first meeting in almost 2 decades. Furyo always deluded him self that she was like a guardian angel, looking out for him but that was just a story he told him self. Somehow he knew deep down she saw him as a burden, like he was born just to cast rain on her social life and every rejection of her singing career could be blamed on a baby who gave her stretch marks and health trouble.
Furyo didn’t need as speech to know he had been brought here to be killed. He wasn’t even curious why, picking up on magical incantations carved into his skin by the Vampire Clan Police Operatives. He looks for Machiko but her eyes held no light as she kneeled with members of the Police Clan’s Ruling Council. Furyo looks around at the slumped over bodies and shadowy spirits walking among them finishing off the survivors. No one even noticed when Furyo ripped open his bindings and palmed a short seppuku sword. As the dignitaries listed off a list of his crimes in Japanese, Furyo smiled as tell tale signs of his Tenshin Tengu guardians filled the corners of the room. A light wind, falling candles and the smell of ceremonial food left at mountain temples. Before Furyo could make his move, his mother reacted first. Shrieking in rage and fleeing the room as the Tenshin Tengu made short work of the Vampire Clan Police, Possessed Men, Poisoners Guild and Akuryō-kai Ghosts.
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Furyo mutilated members of the Possessed Men and Akuryō-kai with harsh blows. Breaking open faces and dodging firey swords. The Akuryō-kai was very old. They made their first gains by reigning over shrines, water crossings and battlefields. A class of warrior monks who communed with spirits and walked a dark path of profiting from death and spiritual black mail. They traded in curses and provided help to ambitious warlords, guiding crime and jingoism from the shadows. Furyo instinctively knew his mothers side had a dark curse going back only god knows, and his fathers side was far less noble but equally invested in the criminal rackets of the spiritual world. Glaringly the Beast Clan was not here. He wondered about the training at their hands and if it was set in stone they had sided against him for his connection to the Akuma Boryokudan.
As Tengu armed with arrows and bladed spears, like a whirlwind of violence against Vampire Police and Ghostly Yakuza, Furyo fled to wind out whee his mother went. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill her or tearfully fall at her feet and ask what he had done be abandoned and treated with such distain. Ever since he stepped foot from the plane he felt a foreboding over his every step. As much as he wanted to live and love, enjoying life like a normal adult… in his soul he felt damaged beyond any help. His family was so cold, so selfish that he felt a left a greasy stain on his soul. Picturing him self as a happy peach colored baby inutero, it was as if demonic parasites even then were feasting on his vitality. Piercing every moment of joy or hope with darkness and cold.