#abs symbol=pentagram

[kittydragondraws]

thinkin bout a human au where the disassembly drones are demons

like, dead guys :D

may braindump bout this au tomorrow idk

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Breakdown of the newest G-Fantasy cover

RARRRRRR IM SO INSANE ABT THIS I NEED TO SEAR THIS ART INTO MY EYEBALLS THERE SSO MUCH TO IT!!!! AUGHGHGHH ITS SO PRETTY!!! THE ASTRONOMY OF IT ALL!!!! ok had to get that out of my system im normal now lets get on with it

Starting with the most immediately obvious parts....

Bellflowers

GRARRR ITS BELLFLOWERS!!!! ITS BELLFLOWERS!!!!

Chinese Bellflowers, called "kikyou" in Japanese, are associated with and somewhat symbols of Abe no Seimei because of the pentagram shape, and Seimei's pentagram is also sometimes called "Seimei kikyou"

In other words, AAAAA BELLFLOWERS!!!!!!

Libra

This is Libra!! Not a whole lot to say about it, but there's a neat detail that the tippy point of the triangle (Beta Librae) is the brightest star in the constellation, and it's also represented by a more defined 4-pointed star here!

Cancer and Crux

Not much to say about Cancer, so lumping it in with Crux.

Crux, also known as the southern cross, is an asterism of four of the brightest stars in the southern hemisphere, and used for navigation similar to the north star.

There is also a northern cross (that's the "body" of Cygnus), but you can tell this is specifically the southern cross because the northern one has a star in the middle

Ursa Major

You can tell this is Ursa Major by the paw stars and the back leg! This is also the constellation that the big dipper is part of, which you may know from a previous rambles to be a big thing in Taoism and also associated with Abe no Seimei.

While we're on the topic of dippers...

There's this constellation that's covered by the G-Fantasy logo (that I didn't want to draw any definitive lines for) but I'm almost certain is the little dipper

What's the deal with the dippers anyway

Hey guys. remember when i lost my mind over the big/little dipper in my kyoto arc essay. still havent gotten over that.

So likeeee... the big dipper is the one classically associated with Taoism and Seimei. The little dipper doesn't really have much of an association with anything in that area, at most you could say its an extension of Polaris, the Big Boy North Star

Note the way the handles bend, the handle of the big dipper hooks down at the end. It's not as if this looks particularly different in different parts of the world, and you can see that every depiction of it irl is the way it is.

But consistently. Consistently. Sensei draws it with the handle bent the other way, aka looking more like the little dipper

Now there's a cute idea here that maybe the big dipper represents Seimei and the little dipper represents Haru. That's so cute! Unfortunately also just an idea. Because as you can see the little dipper is also there in Seimei's magic circle. So.

(Side tangent I swear at one point someone pointed out a principal art where its super clear that the mark on his face is Seimei's magic circle??? But now I can't find which art it is)

The Shichiseiken

Tangent-ception! I recently found out about the shichiseiken (seven star sword), named after the big dipper engraved on it. Originating in Chinese Taoism, it's said to drive away evil. There's been replicas and other versions afterwards, but the major one seems to be the one that had been reforged by Abe no Seimei after being destroyed.

(Though, none of these would be the one Ranmaru has, since his is double-edged and all these japanese swords are single-edged. And besides his just looks like a chinese sword anyway)

Couldn't identify these

too few identifying features on these two constellations sadly... they both Kinda look like they could be corvus.

Well. If it is corvus, and it represents Ranmaru, thats kinda cute. In that line of logic, cancer would be Sano, and libra could be either Hijita, Beniko or Renren (or all 3 lmao?)

Ok thats all i have for now i think. its 6am i gotta sleep i just had to write this right now

[rikusahoge]

i tweeted this the other day but i genuinely think kairis weird heart crystal is supposed to be a balloon flower, called a kikyō in japanese (yes it's the same spelling as kikyo from inuyasha lol)

per hananokotoba dot com it's a flower that represents endless love, honesty, obedience, and the desire for the return of a friend

there's also an old story about a woman who's lover is out at sea, and as she's waiting for his return, she is turned into a kikyō - this is said to be where it's symbolism of "eternal love" comes form

it's also a flower that is associated with stars and pentagrams, with it being star shaped. the five points of the flower are a stand in for the five Chinese elements per some sources.

Abe no Seimei was a japanese astrologer and advisor to the emperor, and was thought to have mystical powers. he is likened to Merlin in some ways due to the legends surrounding his life. he had power of divination and was thought to be able to predict the future.

he's often depicted with a book or scroll and writing implement(s) when practicing onmyōdō (a divination/fortune telling practice common at the time in Japan)

compare to Kairi's depiction as a writer. she is writing letters, but given her connection to Namine, who is able to alter sora's memories by drawing, i think it's representative of some sort of power she may yield (also given that it's implied that her letter opens the door to light in the RoD)

(also note the color of their pencils:) )

am i going anywhere with this? Maybe. We also have the book of prophecies and MoM. who could probably also be seen as analogous to Abe no Seimei with his ability to predict future events.

one more shot in the dark that im not sure if true but ive had suspicions about.

the lich. it's so reminiscent to me of depictions of abe no seimei (especially those in more recent pop culture)

like compare its head to the tate-eboshi, a hat worn by nobility and those high in the imperial court

it's wearing tattered robes. which both of course resemble European depictions of witches and sorcerers (the pointed head does this as well)

to me the lich's design also harkens a bit to radiant garden and to kairi and namine. it's got pinkish and whitish edges on its robes. the edge of its skirt is uneven like Namine's dress. the three chains look sort of like the dangling bits on the tower in radiant garden (tumblr mobile blocking me from uplaoding more pics so hang tight!)

[olderthannetfic]

what is the name of the chinese genre with pentagrams and dragons/serpents and stuff

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*cackling*

Okay, other people are welcome to weigh in here, but to the best of my knowledge, the three big fantasy genres from China that we tend to be exposed to are Xianxia, Wuxia, and Xuanhuan.

Here are the definitions from one of my favorite glossaries:

Novel Categories

Wuxia (武俠 wǔxiá) – literally means “Martial Heroes”. Fictional stories about regular humans who can achieve supernatural fighting ability through Chinese martial arts training and internal energy cultivation. Themes of chivalry, tragedy, revenge & romance are common.

Xianxia (仙侠 xiānxiá) – literally means “Immortal Heroes”. Fictional stories featuring magic, demons, ghosts, immortals, and a great deal of Chinese folklore/mythology. Protagonists (usually) attempt to cultivate to Immortality, seeking eternal life and the pinnacle of strength. Heavily inspired by Daoism.Comparison: If Wuxia is “low fantasy”, then Xianxia is “high fantasy”.

Xuanhuan (玄幻 xuánhuàn) – literally means “Mysterious Fantasy”. A broad genre of fictional stories which remixes Chinese folklore/mythology with foreign elements & settings.Xuanhuan and Xianxia novels may sometimes seem similar on the surface. Look for the presence of Daoist elements (the Dao, Yin and Yang, Immortals, etc…) in the novel to easily distinguish the two – if they aren’t present, then it’s probably a Xuanhuan novel.

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However, as far as I know, none of these is typified by pentagrams. I guess you might see something like this when people are discussing the five phases/elements, but as far as I know, it isn't specifically a symbol of the genres:

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You know who does have pentagrams? Abe no Seimei.

Anon, have you perchance been watching any of the Yin-Yang Master adaptations lately? Because the latest two adaptations may have been made in China, but the stories are still set in Japan, and the genre is...

... whatever the fuck onmyouji canons are.

Is there even a name for this? They're all things with Abe no Seimei at the bottom of them, largely derived from Yumemakura Baku's novel series.

[netego]

Hi, I dont know who else to ask: do you know of any historical meanings for the star/pentagram symbol in japanese new wave and in the dai nippon gothic aesthetic in particular? Its present in stuff like lychee hikari club, many maruo arts and photography as well as showing up on caps and uniforms. Pentagrams in particular are also very common in vkei, sometimes paired with militaristic fashion, and they dont seem to be the western "witch" pentarams. Does it have political connotations? Like the red soviet star? I cant find anything online and id like to know. Thanx!

I believe the star was just a motif japan adopted from the west.

As for the pentagram, it may be the Seiman/Seal of Abe no Seimei or the Seimei Kikyō (晴明紋 / 晴明桔梗).

The pentagram in shintoism and japanese cosmology apparently stands for harmony and balance. "The pentagram’s points represent each of these five elements, and their intersections represent harmonious interaction between them. When all five are in perfect harmony, as represented by a pentagram in a circle, the perfect balance wards off evil and misfortune"

sorry for my late reply

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

CEO Troubles Series

Chapter 7

Summary: Back in the demon world, James the eldest demon was told to use his mark to find his soulmate, but he soon discovers that his mate is human and wants nothing to do with him. He is also in charge of a large toy company that was previously run by Mr. Anderson the warlock that brought his brothers to freedom. Now 1 year later, James took the position as Mika is now his VP. Will Kayla accept her fate or will she fight?

Chapter summary: Tony finally meets the one who gave him demon powers as he teaches him how to use his new gifts. Back in the Anderson household, Mika, Kayla and the brothers are all confused as to see another mark on her. As they try to figure out what is going on they might be a little bit too late.

Word Count: 1,840

Tony's POV

“Ugh, what the hell happened to me?” I groaned in the quiet room as I slowly stand up from the floor and take in my surroundings.

I see that my living room is destroyed with large black demon markings all over the walls. As I get closer towards these marks, I see that they are burned and smell like rubber. I shudder as I remember how I got here in the first place. I made my way towards the bathroom as I wanted to take some painkillers for my massive headache. I walked into the bathroom as I take a double look at myself in the mirror as I couldn’t believe what I turned into.

I saw that my once white hair turn brown as my eyes have a ginger tint. I look towards my body as I see my apricot pointed horns on my head. I see some dark orange lines all over my body that made their way down to my legs. I look down as I saw hooves. Did I have hooves!? I screamed as the current memories flooded back reminding myself what I have done.  

“I made a deal with a demon to destroy James Anderson. I am a demon-human hybrid with the powers of seduction and rage.”

Again, as I spoke aloud as I heard no response I only saw my reflection. Before I could make another sound It heard like something was burning in the living room. I quickly ran towards the noise to see the burned pentagram glowing along with the demon markings on the wall. I glance around the room to see no active fire, but the room smelt like burned wood. I make my way towards it only to be pushed back towards the wall. There was a loud thud as all of my family pictures fell off creating a crashing sound that echoed around the small room. I saw a large built man in front of me, with black hair, fur and hooves. Before I could cower in fear the creature spoke.

“Earth to stupid. It’s me. The demon you made your deal with. Now, lets get introductions out of the way.”

He cleared his throat before speaking again, “I’m the Demon Lord, the king of hell! I have given you the powers to stop my son, Reastreo, from leaving and coming to this chaos of freedom.”

“You mean James right?” I questioned the lord as he rolled his eyes back, clearly annoyed at my question.

“Yes! That’s his true name! The name that I gave him! They must have ‘human’ names now.” He mumbled the last part as he glared towards me.

“Why did he leave?” I asked again, but I got shot down with an evil glare.

“That’s not part of our deal!” He gave me a cocky grin as he ignored my question, “You wanted to gain the power to win Kayla back and take your rightful place as the new CEO of Anderson Toys.”

I nodded but looked down at my demon form, “How will this, help me?”

“Come with me,” he formed another portal that he walked in backwards. I silently followed as we ended up in a dark alley way behind a seedy nightclub.

I looked down to see my human form with my white hair but my same coloured eyes. I looked puzzled at the demon, but I saw that he wore human clothes that was jeans with boots that showcased his slick black hair and his abs were clearly noticeable that barred his large black lineage marks.

“Sorry, it’s not everyday when I see a demon with abs and no shirt.” I snickered as he caught on that I was starting.

“You fool! Back in the Demon World we are shirtless, baring their lineage colours on their body’s is a sign of power and pride! As I am in the human world for the time being I wear this.” He looked at his outfit, “Now, to explain how this works.”

“You were given the main powers of seduction, rage, and manipulation. These will be your three keys to get what you want most in life. You can seduce any man or women to get them to do anything that they deeply desire. With manipulation you can be able to smooth talk to anyone to get your way. You also get my rage and you are able to collect Kayla’s energy through this mark that I bared to you. You are also stronger, faster, and clever than before as a demon.”

I rolled up my sleeve to see a sliver crown with demon symbols of revenge. It flickered in the light as it looked like a tattoo.

“Just one more thing,” he exclaimed, “If you can’t destroy Reastreo in two weeks your soul and body will be mine. I will bring you back to the demon world for you to pay for fucking me over! Don’t make me wrong, human pig!”

He then disappeared into darkness as I am left alone back in my bedroom.

‘So, I have two weeks to get Kayla, my dream job and to kill James for taking it away from me.’

I walked towards the broken glass as I lifted up a photo of my parents, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you proud of me. No matter the cost.”

I burnt the photo in my hands causing ashes to form. Before it hit the floor I snapped my fingers and the ashes blew into the air. I decided to pay James and Kayla a visit since I wanted to explore my new demon side.  

MEANWHILE BACK AT THE ANDERSON HOUSEHOLD…

It’s been a couple of minutes since Mika expelled the old mark we are all looking at the new mark confused; I saw Kayla back away on the couch clearly scared. The silence broke when Mika cleared her throat in the large room.

“James,” Mika started as she looked worried, “Could you lift up your sleeve, to see if you have the same mark?”

I nodded but as I lifted up my jacket sleeve to show my bare arm, I noticed that it was gone. Mika eyes widened as well as mine.

“But, if you’re not the one who marked you.. Who did?”

I could sense that something was wrong. I tried to shake off that feeling as we were trying to figure out what was going on. In the corner of my eye I saw Kayla jump off the couch and screamed in pain as we all turned our heads towards her to see shaking while in front of a mirror while we all gathered around her.  

“What the hell happened! Mika! I have another mark, I thought that you removed the one on James!” her brown eyes were in tears as she growled at the new mark on her soft skin. Mika’s greens eyes cast downward as she didn’t have an explanation as to what was going on.  I slowly approached her as she turned to the mirror in shame. I could feel her shallow breathing as I turned her around to comfort her as she leaned in my chest.

“Can I see the new mark?” I questioned, “James,” she looked at me with a sad smile as she took her right arm. It was almost the same as my mark like before, but it was a sliver crown that was circled around demon symbols of revenge.

I start to think about all of people that could have marked my flower. My mind was blank as I looked around the room to see my brothers and Mika considering who would do such a thing but to no avail. As I held Kayla in my arms I felt like something was burning. She pulls away from me as she grips her marked arm to see the mark glowing and letting off steam. Before I could calm her down we all looked towards the ground to see the familiar pentagram, under Kayla’s feet.

“James?” her voice was scared as she looked towards me. My eyes widen as I scream towards her as she is falling into the darkness.

“Don’t you worry, my flower! I will find you! I will always find you!” My frantic body spring into action as I tried to grab her. My strong hand found hers, but a strong force pulled her down further into the darkness. I wanted to jump inside to save her, but Mika pulled me back with her dainty hands on the back of my shirt. I face here with her green eyes full of worry.

“What the hell!” I start to rage as I can feel my golden markings slowly come onto my body as I was slipping away from the human form, “Why did you pull me back!” I roared.

I see her straighten her stance as she marches towards me. Everyone in the house remained silent as all of the attention in the room was on these two.

“James!” I hear her start as she is able to block out my demon magic, “If you went in that portal than you and Kayla would have been trapped in the darkness! I know you want to save her but at what cost will be enough for you Reastreo!”

As soon as I heard my true name I appeared right before her as all of my anger was gone. I was more relaxed as I remembered that Mika is not my enemy here. She wants to save Kayla just as much as I do. I felt my magic slowly disappear as she touches my arm where the previous mark was.

“See James,” she coos at me, “I am not your enemy here. We are going to bring Kayla back. I have a plan.” I perked up as soon as she said plan.

“Since you have marked her before you can still smell her energy even after I removed your mark. Despite everything that happens you are her soulmate James.” She walks up towards me as she touches my forearm where the mark was, “You were able to sense her in pain before she got the new mark and even now,” she slowly rubs her fingers to see some golden dust, “You knew that she was going to be harmed and yet you were going to risk your life for her.”

I smile down at her as I nodded to answer her statements. I look at my previous mark, knowing that I never meant to hurt Kayla like I did.

“What’s the plan Mika?” My voice becomes dangerous as I clutched my fists so tight my hands appeared to be white.

[mostcensored]

Freemasonry is a Satanic and deceptive organization full of People who have been brainwashed to believe that they are followers of Christ but in reality these guys worship.

Lucifer and you can see it in their symbols...

The Order of the Eastern star is a branch of freemasonry which allows both men and women but if you look at the symbol of the order of the Eastern star you'll see a Inverted pentagram which is satanic and basically represents the worship of The Baphomet.

The entered apprentice initiation ritual consists of the member Being guided to the Altar and kneeling down at a certain direction just like how Muslims pray at a certain direction and then after they kneel down at the altar they are required to place their hand on a Bible and take an oath to not expose any secrets of Masonry.

If the Leader of the Lodge of masonry finds out that one has exposed the secrets of masonry then the person could face consequences like being murdered or being kicked out of the lodge.

The George Floyd Psyop was a Masonic ritual and George Floyd had an "Ordo Ab chao" Tattoo on his chest which is Latin for "Order out of chaos" which is the saying for 33rd degree masonry however the Freemasons practice spirituality which is indeed what the satanists practice as well because it's Luciferianism.

The masons have also been used as Scapegoats just like all the Zionists, Jews, Israelis, Rothschilds, Bill Gates, Trump, Soros, etc These guys are all a part of the agenda but we must not forget that they' re bodyguards being used to cover up the true power which operates from behind the scenes you will never see the Controllers of humanity on TV at all but masonry is controlled by the Windsor family and the Hohenzollerns have a Checkerboard on their coat of arms just like how masons have it on the floors of their lodges.

[ftb-writes]

It's here! The Hellboy fic!

So I looked up Bethmoran Elvish, and it turns out that the team that made Hellboy 2 based their language on Gaeilge, more commonly known as Irish. So I used Gaeilge myself for the Bethmoran spoken in this fic, however we all know how Google translate can be. So for any native speakers out there, let me know if I got something wrong!

*leannán - lover, Bethmoran Elvish

**mo stór - my darling, Bethmoran Elvish

***mo ghrá maith, ná fág mé arís - my good love, never leave me again, Bethmoran Elvish

****Claíomh - lit. sword, the name given to Nuada's bladed weapon, Bethmoran Elvish

The smell in the place is atrocious. The whole building reeks of death; no one is missing from the other units, and this empty, destroyed apartment seems to be the epicenter of the stench. Hellboy wrinkles his nose in disgust, and glances across the room to where Liz is picking through the trash with Abe. "Hey, sweetheart, remind me why we agreed to come back to the BPRD?"

"We need money," she sighs, "and the kids need an education." She tosses a piece of torn metal onto the steadily growing pile of fake clues. The pile of real clues is still non-existent, so far, and Hellboy can tell it's frustrating the three of them as much as the agents milling around in the other rooms. "This place is a dump," Liz continues, tossing a chunk of drywall onto the pile. "You're sure this is where whoever was trying to resurrect the elf twins was staying?"

"Oh, most definitely," Abe assures. "Their magical signature is quite incredible." The fishman tosses a ball of string onto the side of the fake clue pile, and Hellboy watches it tumble lazily down to the floor. "Almost as demonic as yours, Red." He shudders and rejects another chunk of drywall almost as soon as he picks it up. "I don't enjoy the thought of just what they are. I especially dislike the thought of them being anywhere near Princess Nuala."

"Don't worry, Blue, we'll protect your girlfriend," Hellboy assures, gazing through a few holes in the ceiling toward the cloudy night sky. "Found anything?"

"Not yet," Abe starts to say, as his webbed fingers land on a discarded bottle. "Oh!"

Manning stomps into the room then, frowning. "Well," he demands, "can we hurry this up? Please?"

Abe motions them closer. "You will all want to see this."

Liz and Hellboy lay their hands atop Abe's, and Manning cautiously places his hand on Abe's shoulder. "Go on, Blue," Liz tells the fishman. "Show us." The room seems to rewind in a blur of color and motion before fading into darkness. When the light comes back they see--

Sitting on the floor, leaning over and scribbling frantic calculations upon large pieces of parchment, is John Thaddeus Myers. The room is much cleaner now, not destroyed, but still empty save for John himself. The parchment is covered in scrawling Latin phrases, runes, diagrams, and occult symbols, and John swigs from a half-drunk bottle of Mexican Coke -- the bottle Abe now holds.

He is muttering to himself. "Almost there, leannán,* I'm so close, soon," he whispers, the Bethmoran language seeming to come like second nature to him. Myers sounds crazed with his fervor. His pen flies across the parchment. "Yes!"

John sits back, triumphant, and the watching agents know enough about the occult to recognize an incredible revival spell -- complex, unique to the situation. The agents shiver.

"Well, not half-bad," John tells himself. "'Specially for a rush job." He reaches into the front of his coat and gently extracts an old sepia photograph. It's bent slightly in the upper right corner, and as John carefully, lovingly, straightens it out, the agents can see the subject.

Prince Nuada glares out of the photo, hand raised as if to block his face. "Need to get a better shot of you," John says to the photo. "You look so grumpy in this one." He chuckles. "But you'd be secretly proud of me, I think. It took me a whole week of calculations, but I got it done. Oh, you'll be so disapproving over this. 'Sleep, John,'" he grumbles, clearly attempting to imitate the prince. "'Eat, John. You need to take better care of yourself, John." John sighs. "It's your fault," he tells the picture sullenly, "worrying me when you suddenly go quiet. I get home and find out you tried to kill all humans and got yourself knocked off instead."

He tucks the photograph away and gathers all his work into an orderly roll and stands. He glances around the room and clutches the roll to his chest. "Now, lovelies, think you could trash the place for Daddy?"

John darts from the room as a veritable swarm of tooth fairies erupt from the vent in the wall.

Abe looks horrified and intrigued in equal parts when he sets the bottle back down. "Either Agent Myers has never been human, and was just hiding it well," he breathes, "or something alarming has taken his place. We must find him. Now."

"We needed to find him three weeks ago!" Manning glowers and heads out of the room, motioning his scurrying underlings out of the way. "He never reported in when he returned to the states. We wrote him off as just taking a break to recover from Antarctica."

"You think Voodoo could be involved?" Hellboy looks between Abe and his wife. "Kid sounds cookoo. I mean, he can't honestly think that elvish prick likes him."

"It could be a possibility," Abe allows, "but Voodoo would leave its own magical signature. Either this is a side of Agent Myers we did not know existed, or John has been possessed by a powerful demon."

"Let's go," Liz says, worry in her voice, and Hellboy frowns at the spike of jealousy he knows by now is irrational. "Whatever's going on, he obviously needs help."

"I'll admit," Hellboy sighs, "this doesn't look good from any angle. I just hope whatever's happened, boy scout isn't in any pain. I'd feel a bit bad about that."

Abe, on his way out of the apartment behind everyone, notices a red line half-buried under some dust and rubble. He clears the drywall and blows away the dirt to discover a cracked handmirror -- the glass has a pentagram carefully drawn on it, surrounded by runes. It was clearly old, as the cracks marring the glass also cracked the paint of the pentagram. The runes are ones Abe recognizes, a spell meant to disguise true form.

He picks it up and gets an impression of Myers smashing the mirror himself, his face contorted in fury, his surroundings hazy, tears streaking down his face. What events led to John destroying this mirror did not matter as much as the act of destruction itself, and the reminder that it was his choice, not the person who had made the spell. Ending the spell on the mirror had been freeing, and it was a defiance John had felt necessary with his whole being. John hates being lied to, and Abe can feel the betrayal John had felt.

"Blue?"

Abe blinks up at Hellboy and offers up the cracked mirror in explanation. The fishman tucks the mirror away and looks around one last time. "It's strange," he comments, realizing something that should have been niggling at him the whole time. "This particular apartment unit has no windows, and none of the other tenants' units had tooth fairies inside. Where did they all go?"

Hellboy shrugs. "Maybe they followed Myers?"

Abe swallows. "For all our sakes, let's hope they went to the nearest entrance to the Troll Market."

Northern Ireland proves just as grey and windy as the last time Hellboy's team had been there nearly a year ago, but they're surprised and relieved when they find Nuala waiting outside the cave housing the dormant Golden Army. Abe embraces her tenderly, and she smiles softly and touches his arm, a silent communication passing between the two before she turns yellow eyes on the other agents.

"I know not who he is to my brother," she tells them hurriedly and motions them into the cave. "But my brother has not attacked him."

The gears on the floor are still, and the trio of agents are shocked to see Nuada cradling the Crown in his hands. Myers appears to be pleading with the prince. The former agent has his hands outstretched, and Nuada's elegant fingers quake, just for a moment, and he shakes his head.

"I'm not upset," Myers murmurs, voice soothing.

"You should be," Nuada whispers, hoarse. "You have every right."

"Nuada," John whispers back, fonder than any of the agents have ever heard from him, and when John reaches the last few inches and lifts the Crown out of Nuada's hands, the elf does not stop him. Tears are rolling slowly down Nuada's cheeks. John tosses the Crown away, hard, and the elf winces as the artifact shatters, tiny pieces skittering away amongst the gears. John lurches forward to embrace Nuada, and the elf trembles in John's arms, his own stiff at his side.

"If anyone can see how terribly cruel humans can be," John breathes in the prince's ear, "it is me, but this isn't the way. I swear, I'm a good seventy-five percent of your impulse control."

"Eighty," Nuada counters softly, and John laughs quietly. "I apologise all the same; I worried you."

"I am a bit upset about that," John groans. "You're half-feral, truly. But I put up with it, don't I? Just like you put up with all my little idiosyncrasies."

"Such as leaving your partially-devoured meals on the couch?" Nuada leans his head into John's and hums contentedly. "I did not believe I would ever miss that, mo stór,** but I did miss you, quirks and all."

John purrs at the admission. "Mo ghrá maith, ná fág mé arís."***

Nuada lifts a shaking hand to cup the back of John's head, and John preens and curls closer to the elf. Nuada swallows and loops his other arm around John's waist. "Can we go home, mo stór?"

"Of course, leannán," John says and moves back, but not far enough to completely seperate. "But first, may I borrow Claíomh?"****

Nuada snaps his head toward his sister and the agents, as if just noticing he and John are no longer alone. His arm tenses around John's waist, tugging him near-imperceptibly closer, but he releases the former agent to draw the weapon.

To the agents' shock, Nuada passes the blade to John. Nuala frowns, settling a hand on Abe's arm once more.

John turns fully to face them, Claíomh held up in warning. It's not very effective; Myers is, at his core, a good man with a pure heart. Hellboy can see in his eyes that he doesn't really want to fight old friends, not to mention that the elf John moves to protect is much more intimidating than the human.

"Agent Myers," Abe calls over the gears. "Please, just come quietly." John's face twists, his gaze hardening, and in a flash of hellfire, John's form rips free of its humanity.

Huge demon horns arch up and away from John's head, grey at the base and shifting to red about halfway up. His skin has turned the same slate-grey, his eyes blink open to reveal purple slit irises and deep red sclerals and bright blue pupils. His nails have lengthened and sharpened, and his fingers turn red at the last knuckle, like his horns. A long tail, also turning red halfway down, whips back and forth behind him, though John's tail is nearly twice as long as Hellboy's. His clothes, too, have changed, and the demon John has become wears nothing more than an overlong breechcloth and golden body jewelry.

This is too much skin for Hellboy's comfort and he reals back and chokes. "An incubus, boy scout? I wouldn't think you had it in you."

John, for his part, looks terribly flustered, ducking his head and flushing lilac. Behind him, Nuada slips out of his armored overcoat and drapes it around John's shoulders.

"I forgot my clothes always change, too," John whines, turning to hide his face against Nuada's chest. The elf mumbles understandingly and reaches around to pat John's back.

"You are still new to this," Nuada reasons, "and you are getting much better. Remember when you would completely lose your clothes and be naked as a babe?"

John pulls back to smack the elf's side. "You said you wouldn't bring that back up!"

"I lied," Nuada chuckles, and the agents are shocked to realize he's teasing Myers. Liz sputters and steps forward.

"John--" she starts to scold, but Myers cuts her off.

"Liz, please, don't say something I'm going to hate you for."

His tone has turned harsh, and his expression's stony when he turns back to them. "Please. You won't have anymore trouble from Nuada again, you won't hear anything from either of us. Just leave, and don't look back."

Nuada coughs lightly. "I might be wont to cause some trouble for them."

"Try again," John sighs.

"I will not cause anymore trouble," Nuada mumbles, pouting, and it's such a strange look on her brother's face that Nuala laughs.

"If you keep him out of harm's way," she calls, motioning the agents away from her brother and John. "Then we will leave you two to go. I do not wish anymore strife between my brother and I. But know this, John Myers: if you hurt my brother, I will not stop the BPRD again."

John's eyes narrow, mistrust evident in his expression, and his tail twitches as Abe moves forward and holds out the cracked handmirror.

John freezes at the sight, and he slowly moves across the gears to stand in front of Abe. Delicate fingers gently take the mirror from the fishman, and Myers lifts it to gaze at himself in the cracked glass. "You found it?"

"I thought you would want it back." Abe looks John over and swallows. "Your human parent didn't tell you until much later in life, correct? They used this to keep you from changing form and discovering the truth." Abe sounds hurt, his eyes sympathetic. "John, I can't imagine -- I'm so sorry, that someone you should have been able to trust could cause you so much torment."

John's eyes water, and he presses the mirror over his heart. "Thank you, Abe."

Nuada is suddenly behind John, and Abe is proud that he manages to keep from jumping like Hellboy and Liz do. Nuada draws Myers back into his own chest, presses a tender kiss to the demon's temple, never taking his eyes off Abe.

"Abraham," he greets tersely. "You will look after my sister. Or I will not hesitate to kill you."

John pinches Nuada's arm where it's looped around him, and Nuada growls softly. "I will not, John, do not dissuade me."

Nuala bows and leads the three BPRD agents out. "I am glad that ended bloodlessly."

"I don't like this," Hellboy growls. "We need to drag them both back--"

"Hellboy, please," Abe holds up a hand to settle the man. "In his human disguise, John's magical signature was dulled. When he revealed himself, I felt John's true power. If John had wanted to, he could have thrown all of us into Hell itself without batting an eye. Despite hiding them from the outside world, John has truly mastered his demonic abilities. He is a dangerous being to cross. We would do best to let him be if he is willing to behave."

Liz frowns and shrugs. "I guess we don't really have much of a choice, then. But hey, at least now there's proof that Myers was never trying to steal me, Red."

"What?" Hellboy frowns himself. "What do you mean?"

"He's gay," Liz snickered. "So if he'd been trying to split us up, it would be to get with you." She smirks and turns to head back to the trucks.

"Don't even joke like that," Hellboy grunts and follows her.

Abe and Nuala giggle between the two of them, and Abe can't be angry at Myers's strange loyalty to the prince if it means Abe can have Nuala back in his life. He has missed her, and he touches her arm so she can feel how deeply he cares for her. The princess beams at him and takes his hand.

"Shall we," she asks, motioning after their friends.

Abe looks over his shoulder as they walk away, and sees John and Nuada peering out of the cave at their retreating backs, John's human form carefully in place. A single tooth fairy sits on John's shoulder.

[taupey]

I found a gravestone in my very Christian, conservative, all-American town with an upside down pentagram with symbols inside of it and I wanna know more ab this person

[radhardened]

Seimei 清明

Today marks the beginning of Seimei 清明 “Clear and Bright,” the two-week “season” in the traditional Japanese calendar when the sun moves from 15° to 30° on the ecliptic. The name suggests a period of sunny, clear weather in which one might enjoy an abundance of blossoms—especially cherry blossoms— after early spring’s chill has lifted, as geese and swallows return from their wintering grounds.

Seimei 清明 is also the name of famous Heian-era esoteric cosmologist Abe no Seimei 安倍 晴明, a figure of both history and legend. I have to admit I probably wouldn’t know the name Abe no Seimei, though, if I hadn’t spent a year living ⅓ km north of where he lived in Kyoto when I was a Midorikai student. It’s on that site that a shrine dedicated to him was erected in 1007 CE. A millennium later, the prominent pentagrams gracing the shrine’s entrance caught my eye as I’d bike past on errands; while you can barely throw a proverbial stone in Kyoto without hitting a shrine or temple, I hadn’t seen anything like these pentagrams in them before. Found throughout Seimei-jinja 晴明神社, the pentagrams are Abe no Semei’s emblem and represent the Five Elements in Taoism. When I took the time to explore the shrine, I was delighted if not surprised— physical and religious cosmologies having been segregated* only in recent times—to find the path to the grounds’ famous well marked with stepping stones in the shape of the Big Dipper 北斗七星.

* Though of course incompletely, the Space Window in the US’s Washington National Cathedral being a symbolic example of which I only recently learned.

[daydreambts]

Seokjin doesn't know what happened. One moment, he's in his realm of spirits, amongst his people, laughing and charming them like he often does. The next, he's sucked into a rift, losing his consciousness. Now he silently lays on the floor inside a pentagram etched with symbols. Seokjin whines, his body aching from the impact against the quite uncomfortable wooden panels. He sits up, pouting and rubbing the side of his face. He takes in his surroundings. Where even is he? Then he's asked a question. He glances at his summoner, finding it's an extremely beautiful and exquisite girl. His gaze flickers to the familiars around her, one made of cherry blossoms and the other a cat. He narrows his eyes. Seokjin stands. He wears a white robe with red markings dyed into it, his nine tails currently formed in one, hanging behind him. It twitches with irritation. "Who dares summon me?" he asks firmly, staring at the girl with stern eyes.

- ☘️

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I masked my intimidation as he towered over me, with his impressive height and broad shoulders, and rose to my feet, swaying unsteadily, my energy spent on the summoning. "But he's a fox after all..." I murmured, spying his tails. "Nuh-uh, he's more human than fox," Cake meowed. "So a human with fox blood, like Abe no Seimei, how grand... But our Sakura is powerful too." Haruhi lilted. As his eyes glinted, I couldn't help but think he looked extremely attractive despite his temper. I shook my head, I should know better than be addled by his fox allure. "I'm Taira Sakura, a witch aiming to summon a nine-tailed fox familiar. Since you have the traces of this kind of magic too, then you should know better than to flaunt your fox energy, lest you be caught in a summoning." I said, lifting my chin in what should've been an assertive gesture, but he was so tall I merely looked up at him. I sighed; I didn't think this was my fault, but it would be irresponsible not to check on him. I stepped closer and swept my gaze over his body for any apparent injuries, then tiptoed to peer at his face. "Were you hurt anywhere?" I asked. He really was incredibly handsome; my heartbeat rose and my cheeks flushed, his fox allure was dizzying, especially since I was so low on energy.

[wherespacepooh]

The Birth of a Costume: "Hanyu is the designer, I am the assistant" (Nikkan Sports 2017.10.30)

(Above: 2017 Rostelecom Cup. アフロスポーツ via JOC. Below: Hanyu and Satomi Ito. Capture from 2015.11.15 Asahi GP Special)

Translated by gladi. Feel free to repost text with credit. Images aren’t part of the article. Source: https://twitter.com/gurikonoomake1/status/925113985619202048 (Check the tweet for the design sketches of the costume!)

The Birth of a Costume: "Hanyu is the designer, I am the assistant"

Aiming to defend his title at next year’s Pyeongchang Olympics, Yuzuru Hanyu has imbued, even in his costumes, plenty of his own insistence and care over details. The costume for this season’s free program, SEIMEI, coming from onmyoji Abe no Seimei, imitates the clothing worn by Japanese officials during the Heian period. According to Satomi Ito, the designer responsible for the costume, “Hanyu-san is the designer, and I’m the assistant.” Now, for the first time, details about its production are revealed.

[He] even decides the materials

Hanyu, who had concluded his first competition––the Rostelecom Cup––in the Grand Prix Series, is currently training at his base in Canada. On the other hand, the costume of SEIMEI has made its way back to Ito-san’s atelier in Tokyo.  “Because Hanyu-san makes small alternations even after the season has started.” Foreseeing this, [the costume] is tailored in such a way that is easy to alter. “This is probably the last time it’ll be modified though…” Headed toward the NHK Trophy, which opens on November 10th, her work continues.

Ito-san took charge of Hanyu’s costumes beginning in the 2014-15 season. At the time, she was commissioned to do his backup costume, but then “the incident at Cup of China happened. That night, they got in touch and asked if I couldn’t start work on the costume at once.” The [original] costume was stained by blood, and a new one had to be made before the next event in two weeks. Ito-san designed at a rapid pace, and made it just in time.

From then on, they’ve been fighting together [as a team]. “Hanyu-san is the designer, and I’m the assistant,” said Ito-san. Every year in June, they’ll take measurements of different parts of his body, the readings a top secret. In August, they deliver. Everything down to color, material, and the “image” is decided by Hanyu.

Struggles with the kariginu

SEIMEI is chock full of Hanyu’s precise attention to details. In the early summer of 2015, [Ito received] requirements [for the costume] along with images of Mansai Nomura, the lead in the movie Onmyoji. The request was for a white patterned base, pea green and purple, and the inclusion of a pentagram, a symbol of the onmyoji. The greatest struggle was in imitating the shape and form of the kariginu during the Heian period. With the stretchy materials used for figure skating costumes, it’s difficult to bring out the feeling of smooth, rich silk. It took repeated fittings for over five times to get at a form similar to the relaxed cut of the kariginu.

Because the piece was also used two seasons ago, the basic shape remains the same but there was particularity in the colors. The collar, overlapped like in a kimono, is purple, gold, green, and white beginning from the exterior. This order too, was done to Hanyu’s specification. The purple at the chest is of a mesh material as light as 850g, whereas for rhinestones––up to 3000 were used. After ending up in second place at the Autumn Classic, the first competition of the season, [Hanyu] “wanted to change the mood” and switched from bright shades of green and purple in the collar and the sleeves to more austere shades. In terms of the pattern, the original stones looked silver, so they were switched to black. Although both silver and gold versions of the pentagram were prepared, “let’s do gold after all” (Ito). The battle for “gold” continues both at the rink and the atelier. 

(End of article)

Charting the evolution of the SEIMEI costume

2015-16 pre-season: ice show version. patterned white base, pea green, purple. (Above: Nikkan Sports; Below: Sunao Noto via SportsNavi)

2015-16 season: patterned white base, pea green, purple. Pentagram not pictured (Japan Times)

Autumn Classic 2017 (Screen capture from Asahi before the Free Skate at COR)

Free Skate, Rostelecom Cup (2017.10.21)

[thebrierpatch]

The Unholy Trinity: Samael, Lilith and Cain

"The God of Luciferian Witchcraft is Seth-an, or Set (the same as Samael, Satan). This is the Egyptian Prince of Darkness, a Lord of Chaos and sorcerous power. Set should not be considered merely a God in an anthropomorphic sense, rather a deific force which is the very essence of our being. When Azazel or Lucifer brought to Cain the Black Flame of Consciousness, this was as too Set’s gift to mankind. By working in the circles of Luciferian Craft, you are merely fulfilling your ancient heritage. While some choose paths less dangerous than this; the reality of witchcraft as a Luciferian Gnosis cannot be denied. The Great Work in reference to Set is for the magician to seek divinity, that is awareness, individuality and personal power. By believing in yourself rather than something ‘higher’ than you (The only Higher Angelick or Demonic being is YOU, the Luciferic Angel or Holy Guardian Angel) you become as your models."

"Within the Black Tradition the Luciferian Trinity which is composed of Samael – Lilith – Cain hold significance in the model of practice within the cult. This Trinity is an alchemical process of becoming in which the magician aligns and utilizes the deific associations of Samael – Lilith – Cain to transform their consciousness into the divine essence which is Baphomet, the Head of Knowledge. To described Samael, a small section as follows is from LIBER HVHI, a ritual work which defines the deeper and darker practice of the Left Hand Path in terms of Witchcraft."

“It is written in the Bible that Samael/Satan fell from heaven as lightening, being a flash downwards, who before the fall, was a guarding Seraph around the throne of God. After his fall he was a master of death, the very poison of God yet he was also a Giver of Life, being the father between fallen angel and woman. In later Jewish writings, Samael is associated with the name Malkira, which Morris Jastrow Jr. associated with Malik-Ra, being “The Evil Angel” and the name Matanbuchus, being a form of Angro-Mainyush or Ahriman. Here does the circle become closed and the nature of the First Angel become perceived or sensed. In ongoing ritual work, the magician begins identifying his or herself with Samael (and Lilith) within the parameters of their own life and initiation."

"The Lord of the Earth, being a name ascribed to Samael (Satan) and his fallen angels and demons, are but considered astral spirits, that which no longer take physical form, but may become manifest through the magician or witch who may make a “pact” with them, being initiation and dedication to the Left Hand Path. Samael is the patron spirit of the Left Hand Path, as his Word is what formed our thoughts and gave us the inner fire of the Black Flame, our individual process of thought and free will. The magicians who aligned their will with the Left Way, that of Samael (the Devil), were given powers over the earth in one way or another; all the while strengthening, defining and expanding their conscious. In Exodus 7 the magicians were able to make frogs and serpents by the power they obtained in the Devil, thus such creatures are astral forms of Ahriman (Samael) and the dreaming body of witches and sorcerers.” – Liber HVHI

"Here we can see that Samael or Satan/Shaitan, is not the all devouring aspect, but also the savior of humanity and the original planter of the seed of light in our being. Through Cain did his lineage survive and continue on spiritually to this present time."

"Lilith, being the Bride of the Devil, is one part of the Adversary as being the dark instinctual side of man and woman, feminine, yet horrific and loving all within the same breath. Lilith is known by the Semitic “Layil” which a word is meaning Night, but also the name of the demon of the storm. Lilith is associated with the screech owl and other beasts of the wild, as it is where she went after she left heaven to wander the earth. She is considered one of the Three Assyrian demons being Ardat Lilit, Lilit and Lilu, but rather these may be just variations of her name. It is suggested by some Hebrew scholars that Lilith was worshipped by exiled Jews from Babylon as a goddess of the wilderness."

"Lilith as described in post-biblical literature is viewed as the Queen of Demons, she went to the caves near the Red Sea and copulated with fallen angels to beget other demons, she also taught (according to Manichaean lore – Az) the fallen angels how to form bodies and have sexual relations to give life to other ‘dragon children’. She was said to have been the reunited with her mate Samael (Ahriman) after the fall, when he would not be roused by his fellow fallen ones and demons, only the words of Az (Lilith) could rouse him. He then kissed her form and caused menstruation, which was passed on to all women as Lilith is directly connected with their fiery and dark sides."

"The Goddess of Luciferian Witchcraft is Lilith or Babalon, as described previously. She is also Hecate, the Darkened Moon Goddess of the Cunning Circle, whose blessing is both youth, imagination and death. The Son is within you and that is Cain, the Baphometic Daemon whose magick is the core essence of the religion of sorcery. The very circle casting rite as written by Gerald Gardner presents the Mother of Witchcraft, “Mother, Darksome and Divine, Mine the Scourge and Mine the Kiss, The Five-point Star of Love and Bliss”. Within the circle there is the very Graal of the Adversary, that through Self-Love can the essence of the Pentagram be sensed and understood. He refers to Hecate or Lilith (via Diana) as being “Hell’s dark mistress, Heaven’s Queen.” This is the dual nature of the Devil and his Bride, the Adversary. That by both Sabbat rites does the cup of Heaven (Aethyr, Luciferian Sabbat) and Hell (Infernal, Chthonic Sabbat) are filled."

"Cain was the Son born of by some accounts Samael (the Devil) and Lilith (through Eve), the first Satanist and Witch."

“It is said within the dark traditions that the Bible is mistaken with regards to Cain’s true parentage. Cain was in fact a half human, half demon bastard child of Adam and Lilith. It was for this reason that the Lord would not accept his offerings and prayers, rather than any specific demands of animal sacrifice. The tale continues with Cain being cursed to wander the earth as a vagabond, with the ground he tills never giving bounty.” – Nathaniel J. Harris, The Mark of Cain, the First Satanist and First Murder

"In certain rabbinical literature, the Daughters of Cain were those who joined in sexual union with the Fallen Angels, the Watchers, and gave birth to the Nephilim, the Giants who were war like and brutal. They were said to have populated the earth in plenty, and attacked the children of Seth. In Manichaean lore, the Queen of Demons and spiritual initiator of Cain, Lilith – Az, taught the fallen angels to form physical bodies and join with others sexually. It is suggested also by writers Kaufmann Kohler, W.H. Bennett and Louis Ginzberg that the Children of Cain spent their days at the foot of a mountain (Eden?) practicing in wild orgies with the music of Lucifer through that created by Jubal. Women, the first Pairikas or Faeries/Witches, in their beautiful appearances, invited the sons of Seth (children of god) and copulated with them, bearing other children. This Jewish Folklore presents the earliest forms of the Witches Sabbat as a Luciferian celebration and practice of sexual magick."

“To Philo, likewise, Cain is the type of avarice, of “folly and impiety” (“De Cherubim,” xx.), and of self-love (“De Sacrificiis Abelis et Caini”; “Quod Deterius Potiori Insidiari Soleat,” 10). “He built a city” (Gen. iv. 17) means that “he built a doctrinal system of law-lessness, insolence, and immoderate indulgence in pleasure” (“De Posteritate,” 15); and the Epicurean philosophers are of the school of Cain, “claiming to have Cain as teacher and guide, who recommended the worship of the sensual powers in preference to the powers above, and who practiced his doctrine by destroying Abel, the expounder of the opposite doctrine” (ib. 11).” – The Jewish Encyclopedia, compiled by Kaufmann Kohler, W. H. Bennett, Louis Ginzberg

"Herein we can see that Cain is thus a flesh and blood embodiment of the Luciferian Path itself, he is the Son of Satan and Lilith, the dark essence which is deeply connected with Eve, the wife of Adam. Cain is not only the patron father of Witches, also the symbol of the initiate upon the antinomian path."

Source:

https://encyclopediasatanica.wordpress.com/…/lucifer-lilit…/

(Image: Stanowi Wtasnosc)

http://albumsceline.blogspot.fr/2013/01/witches-opus-4.html…

Via https://www.facebook.com/TheNephilimRising333/posts/804988929662170

[a-sagittarius-expression]

BAPHOMET DECAY //

The actual image of a goat in a downward-pointing pentagram first appeared in the 1897 book La Clef de la Magie Noire by Stanislas de Guaita. It was this image that was later adopted as the official symbol—called the Sigil of Baphomet—of the Church of Satan, and continues to be used among Satanists.

Other representations:

1. An idol or image

2. Idol or image originally used by the Knights Templar, claimed by the Inquisition to seal their heresy.

3. The most well-known and recent depiction shown by Eliphas Lévi's 1854 Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie, consisting of a goat with a torch between the horns. This image is often used as a representation of Satan or some other hierarchy of Hell.

4. Suggested etymologies:

A. From the Greek 'baphe' and 'metis', meaning "baptism of wisdom".

B. Atbash cipher for the Goddess Sophia

C. Acronymn: 'Temp. ohp. Ab.' originating from the Latin 'Templi omnium hominum pacis abhas,' meaning "the father of universal peace among men."

Using felt tips and pastel pencils i created a half decayed and half alive Baphomet head. I also utilised a selection of linguistics to symbolise what each side stands for. It implies that even the darkest of symbols can be a ray of sunshine in others’ eyes, every being has a different version of hope, consequently, Baphomet may usually be known as a negative symbol but in their worshippers’ minds; it’s the master key to perfection.

[shamankingasakuraworld]

Hao and Abe no Seimei (legend) parallels

Just a post collecting all parallels I found between Asakura Hao and Abe no Seimei ( legendary account of his true life), which lead me to strongly believe that Hao was inspired by Seimei.

Hao’s mother, Asanoha ( hemp leaf) was rumored to be kitsune. Seimei’s mother, Kuzunoha ( kudzu leaf), was a kitsune according to legend.

Hao was rumored, as his Zero chapter shows, to be half-kitsune, even by other shamans. Seimei is, among some other things, most famous for legend that claims that he was half-youkai.

Hao was the greatest onmyoji, mastered every art of shamanism and worked for emperor himself. Seimei held same position.

Hao’s symbol is pentagram of Wu Xing. Said pentagram is sometimes referred as Seiman or seal of Abe no Seimei.

Hao is founder of Asakura family, one of most prestigious shaman clans in world. Abe clan lead government ministry of onmyodo for centuries.

Hao was shaman, as was his mother. Seimei’s father, Abe no Yasuna, was onmyoji like his son.

Hao was apparently born in 970 and died in 1000. Seimei was born 921 and died in 1005, placing them in roughly same period.

As shaman, Hao had natural capacity to see spirits. Seimei was said to be able to perceive demons without formal training.

In his Zero chapter, it was shown that Hao had ability to control oni his reishi created, even as young child. Legend claims that Seimei could control small oni at age of five.

Hao was apprentice and successor  of Hamo Tadatomo, then main onmyoji. Seimei was taught and preceded by Kamu no Yasunori, hailed as best onmyoji of his time.

Hao is author of Chō-Senjiryakketsu, which contains spells, divination techniques and battle strategies. Seimeo wrote  Senji Ryakettsu, book containing various divination techniques.

As Matamune, technique of leaf shikigami and Zenki and Kouki showcase, Hao was extremely skilled at making shikigami. Seimei was said to be master at controlling such spirits.

This all is simply some ( to me) interesting trivia, but it also makes me think that Abe no Seimei didn’t exist in Shaman King universe as specific figure, but rather that he was replaced by character of Hao, and that Asakuras controlled onmyoji ministry.

[violeteyes-and-technologies]

Alec could feel his apprehension rising the more they drove, his eyes narrowed on the passing trees in front of him but when they approached a sudden clearing that clearly wasn't natural, he sucked in a breath and was suddenly rushed with a pulse of dark energy as they passed the ring of trees. For him, it was much more powerful than charged energy and a sense of uneasiness- it make him NAUSEOUS, and he hadn't even stepped out of the van yet.

Swallowing thickly, he didn't move for a moment when Gray stopped the car and got out, Alec's movements hesitant as he followed soon after. He didn't want to-but he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth to protest either. He had no idea how Gray wasn't feeling the bad energy around the place-he should at LEAST have had the common sense that this wasn't normal...taking a deep breath, he tried to act like he wasn't affected, looking up at Spice who was seemingly placing random candles down as Gray spoke, before he looked down at the ground and suddenly froze.

"Oh fuck no." He barely breathed the words, cuz as soon as Alec's eyes landed on the pentagram, he nearly pivoted on his heel and walked back into the RV as his stomach twisted into a knot. He KNEW what that symbol meant, and it was never NEVER meant for anything good. But he couldn't move his feet, frozen to the ground as he felt like he was actually going to barf.

It made him dizzy looking down at the pentagram, his brow crinkling upward in almost a pained expression as he watched Spice, but there was still a bit of anger lingering in the way he glared at him, crossing his arms over his midsection as if to keep himself from hurling. But he was listening, his eyes darting to Spices face in confusion before a spark of understanding made him grit his teeth.

The more he hung around this creature, the more Alec thought of him as a demon. The wings, his flirtatious persona, the teeth....it just made him that much more otherworldly and as he looked down at the dirt line closest to him, Alec shuffled a single step back, reatreating to the camper. He was done. He was SO DONE with this bullshit, and only now was he realizing how much of a mistake it was that he was even HERE. He SHOULDNT be, and he was about to turn around and run when he suddenly froze again.

his heart nearly caught in his throat as Spice addressed him with 'Computer boy', eyes darting up in an angry (but slightly scared) glare to catch Spice pointing to a spot at the edge of the symbol. If it had been a normal order he wouldn't have even considered it and gone straight to the RV, but Alec.... Alec was SCARED of Spice when he was like this, unpredictable and far from the childish teen inside the mall, keeping his angry retort stuck in his throat.

And on top of that, in the amount of time it took for him to blink and process what he was seeing as his eyes moved from Spices hand to his chest, Alec's rational mind seemed to lull like a fried computer chip, the sudden ripple of abs making him part his lips in surprise. FUCK- he had no idea Spice had so much muscle on him, and as he stared a moment to long before he was able to drop his gaze down to where Spice was unbuttoning his pants and then ubruptly to the ground, he silently did what he was told and slowly walked to the spot where he had pointed, just so he wouldn't have to LOOK at his exposed, well defined pecs decorated with tattoos.

Aparently, demon was the wrong word to use. Spice was a fucking SUCCUBUS, and as he turned to face Spice now that he was at the edge of one of the points on the star, he looked back up and nearly turned 3 shakes darker, his eyes dropping to the V between Spices legs and finding not a dick- but a slit framed inside a pale pink heart. He was almost greatful when Spice turned away from him, but then he got an eyeful of his ass as he strutted towards Gray.

Alec eyes where glued to the creatures back as he walked away from him, taking in everything ripple along with the long jagged lines of the two scars on his back, before his eyes startled to Gray as he hissed, them going wide ad he saw what could only be blood dripping between Grays fingers.

Alecs gaze quickly shooting back to spice as he moved to the center of the circle, 'Shit shit shit SHIT' repeated in his mind like a montra before he actually said it aloud in surprise when all the candles lit with the snap of Spices fingers. He looked around him where the candles where closest, the flames flickering in the reflection of his glasses before his wide violet eyes went back to Spice, fear, anger and apprehension in them as he realized what he was actually asking of him. Narrowing them and crossing his arms tighter around himself, he swallowed around the bile in his throat and grit his teeth. "....what do you mean 'something?'"

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