One day, a member of the Tori no Ichizoku, Kai, approached Akuma with a question that had long plagued the minds of many who served him.

Kai: "Boss... why do you do what you do? What drives you?"

Akuma's gaze cut through Kai like a blade. His voice, when it came, was steady but filled with a chilling intensity.

Akuma: "It's simple, Kai. I don't kill for vengeance. I kill for legacy. I am not driven by petty revenge or greed. I am building something far greater—a future where the bloodline of the Bird Clan reigns supreme, where the world bends before us."

Kai listened intently as Akuma's words grew more fervent, his body trembling with the weight of his leader's ambition.

Akuma: "The Tori no Ichizoku, my clan, is more than just a criminal empire. It's a dynasty—one that will span generations. The bloodline of the demon birds is my legacy, and it will be the foundation of the new world. I will awaken the true potential of our people—an army of bird demons that will strike fear into every corner of the Earth."

Kai could feel the weight of Akuma's ambition in his words, the crushing gravity that came with his unshakable belief in the Bird Clan's destiny.

Akuma: "I have crushed rivals, destroyed families, and bled nations dry, all for the sake of one thing—the domination of my bloodline. The Bird Clan will rise, and it will be a force that no one can stand against. You may wonder why I am so devoted to this cause. Why the Bird Clan?"

Akuma's massive wings unfurled, their steel feathers glistening like the blades of a thousand weapons, a symbol of his unrelenting power. His voice dropped to a whisper, but the menace in it was unmistakable.

Akuma: "Because the Bird Clan is everything. It is my legacy, my birthright, and my vision of a new world. When I rule, the other clans—the other demons—will bow to us. We are the true heirs to the throne of this world, and they will learn to worship us, to worship me. I will bend them to my will. The Bird Clan will soar, and all will tremble before us."

Kai stood motionless, absorbing the depth of Akuma's devotion to the Bird Clan, to his bloodline, and to his vision of a world ruled by the Tori no Ichizoku.

Akuma: "This is not just about power, Kai. This is about the reclamation of our heritage. Our people have been scattered, lost to time. But under my rule, they will rise again. Every drop of blood spilled, every soul shattered, brings us closer to the rebirth of the Bird Clan. We will rise from the ashes of this broken world and become gods among men."

There was a finality in his words, as though the very air around them thickened with the certainty of his vision. His gaze was distant, as if he were already seeing the future he had planned, where the Bird Clan stood at the pinnacle of existence.

Akuma: "I don't need the other clans. I only need the Bird Clan—the true descendants of the demon birds. With us at the helm, the world will be reshaped in our image. And when the dust settles, no one will dare oppose us again."

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Kai, now fully understanding Akuma's obsession, nodded respectfully, knowing the path ahead was paved with destruction, and that Akuma would stop at nothing to see his twisted vision realized.

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The Memories

Akuma sat back in his throne, his wings folding behind him like a storm cloud ready to unleash destruction. His eyes, sharp and cold, turned to Kai, who had remained silent in the wake of his earlier words. It was time for the truth—a deeper understanding of what Akuma was truly capable of, and where his ambitions stemmed from—the unrelenting, unrepentant cruelty of his father, Jigoku Ma Tori.

Akuma: "You want to understand why I am what I am, Kai? Why the Bird Clan's bloodline is all that matters? It's because of Jigoku. My father was a being beyond comprehension. His cruelty—his power—was not just felt in this world but echoed across realms, across dimensions."

He stood slowly, his massive wings unfurling once more, their steel feathers shining with a cold light.

Akuma: "Jigoku was not bound by the limitations of this world. His abilities, Kai, were not just earthly powers—they spanned across entire multiverses. Immortality? Yes, he had it. He could not be killed, no matter the method, no matter the weapon. His body, his mind, his very soul were impervious to any force that sought to bring him down. He was invulnerable, a creature that defied the natural laws of life and death."

Akuma's voice grew more intense as he spoke of his father's abilities.

Akuma: "He could manipulate all five elements—earth, air, fire, water, and even spirit itself. He controlled them with a mere thought, turning them into deadly weapons or using them to shape the world around him. But that wasn't all. His biokinesis? He could mold life, warp it, destroy it with a single gesture. He could transform his own body, alter it, and heal it as if it were a puppet to his whims. He was unstoppable, and even when wounded, he could regenerate faster than any mortal could imagine."

Akuma's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched as if he were holding back the fury of a thousand storms.

Akuma: "I've seen it, Kai. I've witnessed his speed, his strength. He was faster than light itself, his movements blurring in ways that no one could track, no one could stop. And his strength... it was beyond comprehension. No one could match him, not even the strongest demons in Hell dared challenge him directly. He could crush mountains with a single blow, and the very earth would tremble beneath his feet."

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing, his voice dark and filled with disgust.

Akuma: "And his transformation... when Jigoku embraced his demonic side, there was nothing that could stand against him. His form became a monstrous blend of strength, wrath, and the very elements he controlled. He was a beast made of darkness, a harbinger of destruction. He wore the power of the heavens and the hells like a crown, a king among demons who ruled through sheer terror."

Akuma's eyes turned to the far horizon, his mind lost in memories of his father's devastating power.

Akuma: "But what made him the true master of all was his ability to manipulate minds. He could plant curses and blessings, bending the will of others to his command. He could alter the very fabric of reality with his astral projection, his mind wandering to far-off places, sowing chaos and bending even the most powerful beings to his will."

He looked back at Kai, his gaze unwavering.

Akuma: "That was the man who raised me, Kai. That was the man who made me what I am. My ambition, my power, my hatred... they all come from him. But I am not his puppet. I will take his legacy, and I will transcend it. The Bird Clan will rise. And with my father's power, I will reshape this world in my image."

Kai remained silent, feeling the weight of Akuma's words—a weight that was almost too heavy to bear. Akuma's vision, forged in the fire of Jigoku's cruelty, was now an unstoppable force that would tear through the world and beyond.