Milliways OOM: Death (take one)
Surrounded by fallen demonic forms, the spirit of the Great Onmyouji Asakura Hao seethes.
How dared they?!
His own family, his own clan, betraying him, conspiring against him, somehow keeping their thoughts from him----
Oh, in retrospect, he he finds no problem understanding the bare mechanics of it, and he can't help but admire the cunning, and skill, and - no, he won't deny it - desperation that it too for them to take him down; many, many of their own shades hover just out of sight, plainly afraid of him.
As well they should be. Hao does, after all, know the very best use to put to the spirits of traitors. They should thank the oni for being there; it extends their own small, black existences for a few paltry seconds more, a few moments that they have to contemplate their actions.
His brother-in-law, even, his own wife--
At least his children hadn't satood against him, although he can't help but wonder bitterly if that's only because they're too young yet to have done so.
Another oni rises, this one born of his own pain, an even no different here than on the mortal plain.
Brilliant blue, sharp jutting horns, and sharper teeth and claws, and the stregth to level a city... Not that, as much as he despises humans, he would ever let it.
If he were still alive.
The oni bows to his will even so, and here, in this afterlife, it vanishes completely, after a few moments.
All is silent, and no more creatures come to trouble him.
"And now," Hao says softly, with not an ounce of malice. "My traitorous family."
...How could they?
How dared they?!
His own family, his own clan, betraying him, conspiring against him, somehow keeping their thoughts from him----
Oh, in retrospect, he he finds no problem understanding the bare mechanics of it, and he can't help but admire the cunning, and skill, and - no, he won't deny it - desperation that it too for them to take him down; many, many of their own shades hover just out of sight, plainly afraid of him.
As well they should be. Hao does, after all, know the very best use to put to the spirits of traitors. They should thank the oni for being there; it extends their own small, black existences for a few paltry seconds more, a few moments that they have to contemplate their actions.
His brother-in-law, even, his own wife--
At least his children hadn't satood against him, although he can't help but wonder bitterly if that's only because they're too young yet to have done so.
Another oni rises, this one born of his own pain, an even no different here than on the mortal plain.
Brilliant blue, sharp jutting horns, and sharper teeth and claws, and the stregth to level a city... Not that, as much as he despises humans, he would ever let it.
If he were still alive.
The oni bows to his will even so, and here, in this afterlife, it vanishes completely, after a few moments.
All is silent, and no more creatures come to trouble him.
"And now," Hao says softly, with not an ounce of malice. "My traitorous family."
...How could they?