The Oni's Wrath

Vol. I – Akuma the Red

“When banners rot and kin turn steel upon kin, wrath finds form.”

In the age of ash, there was one they feared to name.
Not a king. Not a god. But a demon carved from betrayal.

His name was Akuma the Red—once a warrior, now curse incarnate.
Banished by his own, left to rot among the bones of fallen clans, his soul did not shatter—it ignited.
Anger. Pain. Fire.
These were the forge.

From exile, he rose, twisted into Oni—horned and howling, his fury sharpened to a scream that split the skies.

They say his mask was not worn, but grown.
They say the earth splits where he walks.
They say vengeance wears his face.