Introduction

The warrior Akuma goes by many titles, Supreme Master of Fists, Ruler of the Dark Hadou, Embodiment of Evil and last but not least his favorite....Heaven's Destroyer. That name suites him the most out of the rest, when he uses the Shun Goku Satsu it is exactly that, it seems as though Heaven is being destroyed. Looking out over the vast new landscape of the world in front of him his thirst for competition has led him to this place. He remembers the day that he came to this place......

Three years ago.....

Watching from amongst the canopy of the trees, encased in shadows and the only sign of him being their is his eyes that burn like the fires of hell. The battle that was taking place in front of him had worn the ground so badly it looked as if it was scortched by flame. Ryu had just delivered a shouryuuken to M. Bison when he was coming in for a Psycho Crusher, knocking him flat on his back, the shouryuuken had enough power behind it to end the battle but not his life. Akuma knew that this was Ryu's only weakness, letting his foe live to fight another day. M. Bison didn't have any honor he'd fight the weak, but thrilled when he came up against a worthy opponent. Unlike Akuma, he would never fight the weak to the death. There was always something about fighting a warrior wrothy of fighting that brought a smile to his face and when Ryu turned his back and walked away from the battlefield he saw his chance to end this warrior who had no honor...no warrior's code.

M. Bison slowly stirred, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind that the shouryuuken has provided him with. "Damn," getting to his knees his eyes locked on a figure with red hair that stood straight up with the same color eyes that seemed to look into his soul. "...you must be Akuma. I've heard a lot about you."

"......" Akuma stood silent staring him down with his arms folded across his chest. "Rise so you can fall!" He took a few steps back before taking the Ensatsuken stance, letting his deep purple aura flare up around him. "I will finish what Ryu is too weak minded to do."

"What makes you think you can defeat me?" M. Bison laughed. "Even in my weakend state I have enough power to crush you!"

"Come," Akuma said barring his teeth. "Let us find out."

"I shall end the legacy of Akuma." M. Bison rose to his feet, his black aura rising up around him one more time. Raising his hand a red aura encased it, slowly four balls of energy swirl around his fist. Managing a small smile, electricity streaked away from the red aura to strike the balls orbiting it. "Psycho Cannon!!!" M. Bison threw his fist forward releasing the energy attack upon Akuma. No sooner had it reached him, it went through what appeared to be Akuma's ghost and what followed was a demonic laughter.

"Shun Goku Satsu!!!" Akuma appeared in front of M. Bison grabbing a hold of him, taking him into the Underworld. M. Bison was raveged by hordes of demons as they attacked him for all the evil in his heart...the many sins he has commited. No deed of his was going to go unpunished this day. When they were done stripping away his soul, Akuma and M. Bison returned to the world of the living in pure darkness. In red the kanji symbol for heaven could be seen from inside the darkness and the light returned to show M. Bison lying on the ground motionless in a pool of his own blood with Akuma standing over him. "There is no more competition for me here...."

A white robed figure appeared in front of Akuma, staring at him from underneath the hood were peircing blue eyes. "How would you like to go to another dimension were there is worthy competition?"

"...."

"I'll take your silence as a yes." Before Akuma could respond a portal opened behind him and a fist slammed into his chest. The world around him went dark and when he awoke he found himself in a valley near what he later found out was North City.

The Present

"Mwahahahaha!!!" Akuma laughed as he felt a high energy level rise southeast of him and two other weaker energy levels too. "They shall know the name Akuma." He disappeared in a ball of fire, going to face this power that he has sensed.