Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ The Cursed Blood ❯ The Devil Awakens ( Prologue )

Darkness quickly enveloped all of Tokyo, including a colossal building which stayed erect at the heart of the city. This building gave off a dark aura that bothered all residents of Tokyo. Of course, this was the Mishima Zaibatsu. A conglomerate that once belonged to the treacherous Mishima clan. All of them warriors, the Mishimas created an empire that flourished off of a legacy of money and the skills of different fighters, and it has done so for nearly ten years. But, what most do not know about the Mishimas, were that most of them hold the wicked power of the Devil.

It all started with Jinpachi Mishima. Once a man with a gentle spirit, Jinpachi gave his son Heihachi all that he had. He created the Mishima Zaibatsu in hopes of giving back to the society, but once Heihachi came into power, he betrayed his father. Sealing him deep within their training fortress called Honmaru, Heihachi rid himself of his father and ran the Mishima Zaibatsu with a new purpose. All that Jinpachi worked to keep sacred was destroyed at Heihachi's hand. However, fate would have a different plan.

Similar to Jinpachi, Heihachi's son Kazuya was also a gentle soul. But as Heihachi fed him hatred and ruin, Kazuya had no choice but to comply with the feelings in his heart. His spirit cold, Kazuya gave into a power known as the Devil gene. As he grew and became more powerful, the Devil within him had more influence. The time would come when Kazuya and the Devil faced off against his father, but one person tried to salvage the humanity lost in him. Jun Kazama, a warrior of grace and light tried to help what was lost in Kazuya. Their passion brought forth a cursed but innocent young boy, Jin Kazama.

As he progressed into adulthood, young Jin fought the demons that plagued him. However, he could not escape that looming demon that held onto him no matter what. The Devil inside, gave Jin power that he could not help but grasp. While he tried to evade all that he learned from including teachings from the Mishimas and his Kazama mother, he could not let them go; they were a part of him for good. Seeking out a way to change this, Jin embarked on a mission to rid himself of his cursed blood by entering a tournament he has known all too well; The King Of Iron Fist Tournament Five…

 

But that was then, this is now. Tonight at the Mishima Zaibatsu, a legion of minions clad in leather and shades stood awaiting the arrival of their master. Finally, a large black limousine pulled up outside of the dark building. Coming out of the car stood a tall man, with wild black hair. He wore a shimmering dark leather coat along with an outfit made entirely out of leather. He stood in front of all of the men, who had their eyes burning into his body. The man simply gave a sigh.

Walking briskly past his minions, the man stopped and looked at a throne that was all gold. Though this would impress many, he did not care about how priceless or the beauty of the throne. He just sat on the throne and crossed his legs, while he took a good look at his minions that watched him. The man revealed himself to be Jin Kazama. “Leave me, be.” Jin muttered.

Just as fast as they had assembled, the men quickly scrambled out of throne room, leaving Jin to be by himself. Sighing again, Jin scanned the area to make sure that he was alone. Now knowing that he was, Jin hurried and took out a photograph from his pants pocket. In the picture stood a beautiful woman, colored like bronze sitting aside a waterfall. She was smiling and seemed at peace. However, a tear stain dotted her face, and more soon followed. Jin wiped his tears, and called out her name. “Julia…”

Tracing her body with his fingers, Jin put the photograph back in his pocket and put back on his brave face. “Damn her!” Jin yelled out in a sudden anger. Just as strange, Jin began to cough violently and fell from his throne. A purple aura began to cover his body, and he looked up. His body no longer had the leather suit, but his sculpted chest shown black symbols and horns sprouted from his forehead. Also, a pair of wings were visible in his back. “I'll get her…now!”

With that said, Jin, or the Devil that came from Jin began to take flight in the nighttime sky. As he fled, dark feathers were left behind in his aftermath, but also a solitary white feather.