User:IceFireWarden/Akkrahz's Rage
As Akkrahz dwelled in the Underworld, surrounded by the pulsating engines and teeth-ridden pulleys of the world, he grew lonely in his damnation. While Seiru’udac was content with fleeting about the cultures of the realm and whispering to them, forging great kings and terrible tyrants out of the souls of mortals, the Great Demon found himself uninterested in the art of possession his brother had forged. In his eternal spite against the rest of the Auribex he still recalled fondly the notions of family, and so decided to make one of his own, with the various scattered tribes of Mundex.
Showing his monstrous visage to the greatest clans, he whined of his solitude and his woes, and demanded of each a spouse worthy of his seed. Only the Dwemeth, and by their virtue the Ekmeth, declined his offer by declaring that no mere mortal could ever be worthy of marrying a god in cunning dialogue. Akkrahz accepted this of the Dwemeth, for he had seen beyond time and knew of their eventual fate, but with the others he still wished for mates and tempted them with boons beyond imagining. How could such simple folk resist? And resist they did not. In due time the clans sent stunning brides, empowered by the faith of their clan-kith to withstand the Great Demon’s power, and the weddings began.
In the North, where Time-Stands-Still, Akkrahz married the Verglas Queen of those who breathed winter and sung of summer. As the blistering tundra winds threatened her safety, she was warmed by the torch-tongues of a thousand warriors, and at the break of night her labors ended. Into the Mundex was brought Duiiad’al, firstborn of Akkrahz, whose maw grasped the circumference of the world. In his eternal hunger was he asked to nibble on the bad songs N’urnani made, a duty he took on with stride, so that better ones could be sung.
To the West, where the Sun-Sets-Forever, Akkrahz married the Maiden-Who-Flowed, who hailed from a land where blades sung and the soul could dance into form. While she cared little for the Great Demon, she did respect his power, and fought on the battlefield with her child within her, so that she may learn how to cut angles into curves. At the end of this forgotten war was born Jasihai, the Great Demon’s favored daughter, who judged him from her seat within eternity. Whenever N’urnani stumbled in one of her tales, it was Jasihai and her daughters who caught the seconds in threads and knitted them back into minutes, so that the story could continue.
Those of the East, where Days-Coil-Beyond-Number, waited not for Akkrahz to slither to their shores. Upon the backs of one-thousand and eight jeweled elephants rode the Lettered Empress and her delegation across the sea, arriving at the Great Demon’s favorite roost in the ocean. She presented to him a hundred stars she charmed from the sky, which pleased Akkrahz greatly, and their shared passion threatened to boil the world in its making. From their union spawned Teshi’raki-ral, who patterned scales from her fur, and leaps out of time to fight what lies beyond forever. She gave birth to a plethora of sons, who inherited her fighting spirit, and taught them learned words from N’urnani that dulled their savagery.
Gathering his children and grandchildren together, the Great Demon said: “I am Akkrahz, Born of Laorghatu, and the Perpetrator of Time. Go now, my family, my rage. Let not your relatives still your hearts and break your spirits, and continue multiplying until even I find myself wasting away. For you are all fragments of me, who Dwells-In-The-Under, and my essence is the secret to immortality.”
Bidding them all farewell, Akkrahz returned to the Underworld and fell asleep for many moments as his descendants frolicked the world making covenant with mortals and each other. It was then out of obscurity that the Great Demon awoke to suddenly found himself consumed by wrath. He had realized in his dreams that he had not received a spouse from the South, where Memory-Meets-Despair, and was suspicious towards the why. So, he burrowed beneath the ocean until he reached the not-land of smoking geysers and bitter dreams, and was surprised to find the birth-god Paeikael, Dragon-Before-Dragon, awaiting him.
“Why do you come here, Akkrahz?” wondered Paeikael. “It has been many waves since you last spread torment in the conscious realms.”
“I have been slighted, my uncle,” declared the wraith-god. “The North, East, and West brought to me wives, but none came from the South. By the Light of Invighna, why is that?”
“It is because nothing dwells here but broken promises and fulfilled treacheries,” muttered Paeikael. “Even you could not find love in this place.”
“Ha!” laughed the Great Demon as flames from the Too Deep dripped from his teeth; he was angry beyond angry now, far from reasonable mind. “You underestimate me, uncle! If this land has no wife for me to have, then the land itself shall be my wife.”
And with that, Akkrahz made love to the burning waters of the South with fervor and madness that disgusted all the gods (even his brother Seiru’udac!). For from this forbidden romance spawned horrid entities unalike the drakes, jills, and khimeras spawned by Akkrahz’s true children; creatures with long, withering forms that spoke in gurgled riddles and were confined to the Underworld and the Seas. As his anger faded at the sound of Paeikael’s mighty wingbeats as he flew back to the Oblivious in which he lived, the Great Demon turned back to the newest and last of his children and said: “Like me, you shall be scorned and hated. Even by members of your own family. But you shall be swift and knowledgeable, versed in the ways of magic and caretakers of the submerged stars of the sea, and laugh at the simple wonders of the Auribex that even P’hanoikhei called complex!”
Naming them wyrms, Akkrahz returned once again to the depths of the Underworld, laughing and shouting as he went. But for the Mundex and we who dwell within it? He left behind his children and grandchildren, his Rage. Most, like the jills and some drakes, have a spark of goodness and can rise above their natures. But others, like most drakes and all the wyrms, are evil and do nothing but destroy. And this how Akkrahz became known as the Shouting Father of Demons.
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