God of Death

Prologue

He remembered the sudden pain, the joy turn to shock and quickly realization and sorrow. His enemy had been vanquished but his kin had betrayed him – No, that isn't right – not his kin, they wouldn't have killed him if that was what they were, they would have loved him as he had once loved them.

Next he remembered gaining memories, which were yet were not his own, learning what he had become, what he had always been, not just the master of death but it's god, ruling over it's many personifications as the true endless being. He remembered raging and destroying many Earths, his newly gained – or was it regained? – powers reacting with his emotions. Those who betrayed him were no more, until they were once more, when upon regaining control he reversed his actions.

He remembered leaving, running away from his past, locking it up and blocking all thoughts and memories, his old life a stain in his mind that he ignored despite it's poisoning of his character. He remembered living to forget, working, helping, the many incarnations of death with their worlds, either coming down as he is or being reborn as a being in that universe. He could be anything and everything, and he continued through a thirst of knowledge, through an inner desire to forget what those he had trusted had done to him.

He remembered that he once wore glasses, his eyes were different too, not as powerful, more natural than the green of pure death that they were now; his skin had once been tan, perhaps from time spent outside, but it had become as pale as a corpse.

He remembered scars that told a story, he remembered ripping them from his skin in another attempt to forget – Forget what he had been, what they had done – instead his symbol marked his skin, a line, a triangle, a circle, nestled on his chest, where his heart would beat if he were still human.

He remembered messy hair, uncontrollable, that had not much changed, just ever growing and ever more uncontrolled, acting as a separate being entirely, it manifested that which he was, uncontrolled and unending, unyielding and vicious. Like a coiled snake stalking it's prey. His prey was knowledge, and his hair's was anything that dared stray too close.

He remembered a name, the one thing he never shed despite the many names he had gained since. Harry, was his first and his forever. Few other names struck a cord in his heart, they were meaningless titles, but yet so meaningful and wonderful, giving him more of a purpose than Harry ever had. Once such name of his was Jashin, it came from one of many worlds, falling from the lips of his worshippers.

He remembers being feared and hated before, and being feared and hated even more after his death, but he also recalled reverence and awe, people begging him to take or to spare, to bless or to curse. He felt purpose with such demands and it gave him distraction, allowed him to feel and to act with little regard to what they would have once told him to do.

Harry licked his lips as he witnessed the gory ritual being performed in his honour, his subject's companion did not feel the level of reverence and power entailed in the act but Harry felt every drop of it, and it intoxicated him. This particular universe was destructive and so beautiful. He had seen what would befall of it in the near future, and he could not simply let that perversion of death come to pass. A dark chuckle passed his lips before he could halt it and attention was brought to him, he could see the apprehension in his subject's companion and the absolute shock of his subject.

"Who are you?" The companion asked. Harry found him odd, he could see through his cloak to the masks and stitches and many hearts, humans were truly odd in their aversion to death, but he very rarely cared if they wanted to be immortal or not, so long as they remained few in number he would allow it.

"Jashin-sama..." His subject's whisper brought him out of his reverie. "A beautiful ritual once again my dearest, you do not disappoint in any way," He began then stood before his subject, "I warn you of interesting times to come, my dear Hidan." and with his parting words he was gone.