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- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a very old legend, one that had been around for almost a thousand years... well that was what the owner, and Head Priest of the once popular Shrine said anyway. Not many people came to the shrine on the mountain anymore, only the old grandfather and the young priest in training lived there now. The Grandfather was full of old stories, but his favorite was of the supposed Demon sealed deep inside of a Cave. The grandson had never been allowed inside the cave, and the way in was chained shut and locked tight, though the Iron bars in the entrance where old and rusted, but there was no way inside. No way to see if the old stories where really true. The Grandfather knew, he had seen, but he feared the nightmares his grandson might go through if he saw it at such a tender age. Then again, it might have just have been his overprotective nature, there was really no telling with Priest Kohaku. He was a bit of an enigma even to those who had known him all of his life.
Some thought it was the sight of whatever had been in that Cave that had done it, but he was still always willing to tell the story of the Demon who had come from nowhere. Well, seemingly nowhere. It had been powerful, had been able to leap mountains in a single stride, and destroy entire villages with only a sweep of it's arm. It had looked remarkably human, but that had not stopped it from trying to destroy everything and anything in it's path. Legend said that it was Priest, Kohaku's ancestor, that finally managed to contain the Demon in the cave, and force it into crystal, locking it in a forever sleep. As long as the crystal, known as the Subjugation Stone, remained unharmed, untouched, undisturbed... then the Demon would never walk free. For over a thousand years the Demon had remained locked in shimmering blue crustal, looking innocent, pretty even, until you saw that the half open eyes where filled with a desire to shed blood, a deep need to slaughter and kill... a hatred that had forever driven Kohaku mad with terror from months of nightmares. Those glowing bloodthirsty eyes still haunted the old priests nightmares.
As legend went, Akahoshi, an ancient priest, had used the power of an ancient tree, which was now planted directly over the Cave where the Demon lay dormant, to drain the power of the Demon. No one really understood how the spiritual Tree did what it did, but it was the only reason why Akahoshi had managed to restrain the Demon in the first place. It was Akahoshi who had dug the cave, and the deep underground area in which the subjugation stone had been placed.
The Cave itself was dark and frightening, it was wet and the steps where slick and slippery. had to walk for over twenty minutes to make it to the softly glowing space less than forty feet under the spiritual tree. What he saw would no doubt stun him beyond belief. It was a massive structure of almost clear crystal. Only a faint tint of blue. From the looks of things, the crystal was growing, getting larger and larger. In the very middle was a very distorted image until he came across a rather flat place, where the image was as clear as looking through Glass. The creature really was beautiful, sexy even. She was barely dressed, wearing some strange sort of leather that looked as soft as silk. It was more of a bathing suit than battle Armor, but what did you expect from a Demon? She had large black wings, and a large tail that ended in a wicked blade like stinger, a drop of poison still gleaming on the tip. There was no flesh covering it however, the wings and tail bones alike, where completely bared to the world. She had long, pointed ears and two horns growing in her long black hair... it was the eyes though, that where the most frightening.
Half lidded, you could see blood red orbs, that stayed completely fixed on the young priest in training, no matter where she stepped. As if she was watching him. Those eyes where the things of nightmares, filled with a deep desire to rend him to pieces with her bare hands. even worse was the sound that entered the air once the young priest had touched the stone. A cracking sound. From the top of the crystal, buried in the ceiling, to the bottom, also buried, a thin crack shot down, as if cutting the Demon in half. And without any warning, the entire crystal shattered into dust, the Demon remaining frozen, her eyes still fixed on him, as if she didn't yet know she could move. That, was not good. Not good at all because as her tail uncurled and wriggled along the ground, there was a promise of death as she watched him.
Some thought it was the sight of whatever had been in that Cave that had done it, but he was still always willing to tell the story of the Demon who had come from nowhere. Well, seemingly nowhere. It had been powerful, had been able to leap mountains in a single stride, and destroy entire villages with only a sweep of it's arm. It had looked remarkably human, but that had not stopped it from trying to destroy everything and anything in it's path. Legend said that it was Priest, Kohaku's ancestor, that finally managed to contain the Demon in the cave, and force it into crystal, locking it in a forever sleep. As long as the crystal, known as the Subjugation Stone, remained unharmed, untouched, undisturbed... then the Demon would never walk free. For over a thousand years the Demon had remained locked in shimmering blue crustal, looking innocent, pretty even, until you saw that the half open eyes where filled with a desire to shed blood, a deep need to slaughter and kill... a hatred that had forever driven Kohaku mad with terror from months of nightmares. Those glowing bloodthirsty eyes still haunted the old priests nightmares.
As legend went, Akahoshi, an ancient priest, had used the power of an ancient tree, which was now planted directly over the Cave where the Demon lay dormant, to drain the power of the Demon. No one really understood how the spiritual Tree did what it did, but it was the only reason why Akahoshi had managed to restrain the Demon in the first place. It was Akahoshi who had dug the cave, and the deep underground area in which the subjugation stone had been placed.
The Cave itself was dark and frightening, it was wet and the steps where slick and slippery. had to walk for over twenty minutes to make it to the softly glowing space less than forty feet under the spiritual tree. What he saw would no doubt stun him beyond belief. It was a massive structure of almost clear crystal. Only a faint tint of blue. From the looks of things, the crystal was growing, getting larger and larger. In the very middle was a very distorted image until he came across a rather flat place, where the image was as clear as looking through Glass. The creature really was beautiful, sexy even. She was barely dressed, wearing some strange sort of leather that looked as soft as silk. It was more of a bathing suit than battle Armor, but what did you expect from a Demon? She had large black wings, and a large tail that ended in a wicked blade like stinger, a drop of poison still gleaming on the tip. There was no flesh covering it however, the wings and tail bones alike, where completely bared to the world. She had long, pointed ears and two horns growing in her long black hair... it was the eyes though, that where the most frightening.
Half lidded, you could see blood red orbs, that stayed completely fixed on the young priest in training, no matter where she stepped. As if she was watching him. Those eyes where the things of nightmares, filled with a deep desire to rend him to pieces with her bare hands. even worse was the sound that entered the air once the young priest had touched the stone. A cracking sound. From the top of the crystal, buried in the ceiling, to the bottom, also buried, a thin crack shot down, as if cutting the Demon in half. And without any warning, the entire crystal shattered into dust, the Demon remaining frozen, her eyes still fixed on him, as if she didn't yet know she could move. That, was not good. Not good at all because as her tail uncurled and wriggled along the ground, there was a promise of death as she watched him.