There's a young boy, blonde, blue-eyed, pure, bumbling, and sincere. He finds her mountain, they find each other. She's intrigued, fascinated, and something like affection grows in her inhuman heart towards him. She invites him to her banquets and basks in his company. He regards her with bluster and caution, she regards him with sweetness and hospitality. The demon of Mt. Ooe is no fool; this cannot last. He was sent to kill her. He eventually will.
But she wishes to keep sharing drinks with him.
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The Heian Era of Japan is an unforgiving landscape. When the blood-red twilight bleeds into the horizon, the oni come out to play and the humans of Kyoto despair. They play, they drink, they feast, they love, and they consume. Oh, how much they consumed of the humans that had the misfortune of living near their mountain! Surrounded by her demonic brethren, the leader of the mountain, Shuten Douji, lives to her heart's content.
She takes any human she pleases. She takes their blood, their bones, their marrow, she takes it all. It enriches her liquor and the treasures she and her demon kin take as their spoils.
The boy is a grown man, powerful, enough to push her back if she's not careful. Their blades clash, she coaxes him with her sensuality, but he doesn't give in. They have both fought so many times to the point where Shuten has lost count. He wants to fight because it's the only language that they can share between them that he can understand. She obliges because she wants him, wants to be near him, she wants to tear him apart and break him. She wants his bones, his marrow, and his everything. Their battles always end in a draw. The rivalry makes her shiver with pleasure and she always looks forward to their next confrontation, to their next drinking bout.
This cannot last.
The demons of Mt. Ooe are gifted with a luscious and intoxicating brew that she simply could not resist. Of course it was suspicious and of course, it's too good to be true. It makes her feel pleasant, drunker than she had ever been, there is no other drink that could give her this much satisfaction...
And then it mixes with the taste of her own blood.
Her head lies on the floor. She sees the casket of poisoned alcohol, her handsome boy, his remorse in his blue eyes and her blood on his blade.
She grins. Her very last murmur is just for him.
"Guess I'll go a bit ahead of you... 'kay?"]
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[Shuten Douji drowsily opens up her eyes. While she yawns daintily, the Assassin Servant sits up and stretches her limbs before settling back into the luxurious chaise sofa that was provided for her by her Master among the many other decorations and items that beautify a small but comfortable section of the Sanctum that was set aside for her.]
Mmmm.
[It's early nighttime and the period where the thin line of sunlight is just about to disappear in the horizon making way for the moon and stars. Shuten lets out a petulant sigh reaching for a large and hefty bottle of high-quality sake provided for her.]
Waking up alone is no good. [Her sake dish is filled to the brim and as natural as breathing was to living creatures, Shuten starts to work on drinking it slowly (never mind that around her living area, there are several empty vessels drained of their contents whether she drank slowly or not). Regardless of her complaint expressed to no one in particular, the Servant chuckles.]
I haven't thought of that time in a while. Maybe that little dream should wake him up.
[Shuten usually doesn't sweat the details about the Master and Servant relationship which causes her to gloss over the detail of having an intimate link in both body and mind; which includes the Master being privy to the details of her life before becoming a Heroic Spirit. Ah, well. Whatever.
Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme owes her his company for drinking anyways.]
ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ
There's a young boy, blonde, blue-eyed, pure, bumbling, and sincere. He finds her mountain, they find each other. She's intrigued, fascinated, and something like affection grows in her inhuman heart towards him. She invites him to her banquets and basks in his company. He regards her with bluster and caution, she regards him with sweetness and hospitality. The demon of Mt. Ooe is no fool; this cannot last. He was sent to kill her. He eventually will.
But she wishes to keep sharing drinks with him.
The Heian Era of Japan is an unforgiving landscape. When the blood-red twilight bleeds into the horizon, the oni come out to play and the humans of Kyoto despair. They play, they drink, they feast, they love, and they consume. Oh, how much they consumed of the humans that had the misfortune of living near their mountain! Surrounded by her demonic brethren, the leader of the mountain, Shuten Douji, lives to her heart's content.
She takes any human she pleases. She takes their blood, their bones, their marrow, she takes it all. It enriches her liquor and the treasures she and her demon kin take as their spoils.
The boy is a grown man, powerful, enough to push her back if she's not careful. Their blades clash, she coaxes him with her sensuality, but he doesn't give in. They have both fought so many times to the point where Shuten has lost count. He wants to fight because it's the only language that they can share between them that he can understand. She obliges because she wants him, wants to be near him, she wants to tear him apart and break him. She wants his bones, his marrow, and his everything. Their battles always end in a draw. The rivalry makes her shiver with pleasure and she always looks forward to their next confrontation, to their next drinking bout.
This cannot last.
The demons of Mt. Ooe are gifted with a luscious and intoxicating brew that she simply could not resist. Of course it was suspicious and of course, it's too good to be true. It makes her feel pleasant, drunker than she had ever been, there is no other drink that could give her this much satisfaction...
And then it mixes with the taste of her own blood.
Her head lies on the floor. She sees the casket of poisoned alcohol, her handsome boy, his remorse in his blue eyes and her blood on his blade.
She grins. Her very last murmur is just for him.
"Guess I'll go a bit ahead of you... 'kay?"]
[Shuten Douji drowsily opens up her eyes. While she yawns daintily, the Assassin Servant sits up and stretches her limbs before settling back into the luxurious chaise sofa that was provided for her by her Master among the many other decorations and items that beautify a small but comfortable section of the Sanctum that was set aside for her.]
Mmmm.
[It's early nighttime and the period where the thin line of sunlight is just about to disappear in the horizon making way for the moon and stars. Shuten lets out a petulant sigh reaching for a large and hefty bottle of high-quality sake provided for her.]
Waking up alone is no good. [Her sake dish is filled to the brim and as natural as breathing was to living creatures, Shuten starts to work on drinking it slowly (never mind that around her living area, there are several empty vessels drained of their contents whether she drank slowly or not). Regardless of her complaint expressed to no one in particular, the Servant chuckles.]
I haven't thought of that time in a while. Maybe that little dream should wake him up.
[Shuten usually doesn't sweat the details about the Master and Servant relationship which causes her to gloss over the detail of having an intimate link in both body and mind; which includes the Master being privy to the details of her life before becoming a Heroic Spirit. Ah, well. Whatever.
Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme owes her his company for drinking anyways.]