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悪魔の巫女 | Akuma no Miko | The Devil's Shrine Maiden (09) written by RedLikeRozes

Chapter 9: Primrose (approx word count 2k)

Summary: Sukuna’s face is left deeply scarred after only a brief caress of her hand. He transfers ownership of his most hated shrine maiden over to Kenjaku who has some special plans for the girl.

Primrose - desperation, longing

Content warnings for this chapter: Kenjaku tbh, imprisonment, mentions of torture, threatening dehydration and starvation

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Something metal clattered onto a silver tray. 

“There, my lord,” Uraume said, putting down the medical instrument.

“It’s all gone? You are sure?” Sukuna asked, gritting his teeth. 

“It’s all gone,” they assured him, nodding their head slightly. 

The infection the miko had plastered upon his face was briefly stopped with that bright flash of fire, but there had still been remnants of the infection around the edges that needed to be purged from his flesh.

Uraume dug the rest of the infected tissue out of his face. Once they were sure it was all cleared out, Sukuna brought his palm up to his face again, briefly heating up the area again to cauterize it. He made little reaction to the gruesome scene that was his face and flesh burning and nonchalantly inquired about whether or not the miko would be retrieved by Kenjaku.

“It is my understanding that Kenjaku has already taken the girl to a spare room underneath the temple for his… experiments,” Uraume explained. 

Sukuna forced a laugh. “Good, good,” he smiled, showing his gleaming fangs, now finished with the flames. “Be sure to give him whatever he may need.”

“Yes, my lord,” they bowed again. “Is there anything else you require of me before I go?”

Sukuna shook his head and bade them go check in on Kenjaku to see if he needed any special equipment. 

Inwardly, Uraume wanted to throw up at the thought of being ordered around by that disgusting curse user, but they’d continue to be loyal to Sukuna, even if it meant working with that thing.

Before leaving, they reminded their master gently to take it easy and get some rest. It had been an eventful morning, to say the least. The infection and subsequent incineration of nearly half of his face had taken a mental toll on the king, if not necessarily a lingering physical toll. The scar from the burn was already covering most of his right eyes, deforming the flesh around them a bit. His once smoothe and tattooed face now had a nightmarish scar, almost mirroring the scar of the one that gave it to him.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes slightly at the reminder, not liking that Uraume was telling him what to do, and didn’t acknowledge them or their words as they left silently.

Absolutely dreading the upcoming interaction, Uraume tried to dally as much as possible, going so far as to start heating up a soup pot on the fire so that it would be warm in time for after they were finished.

Making their way down to the craggy stone underbelly of the temple carved deep in the mountain, Uraume scrunched up their nose at such a disgusting and stale mixture of smells that penetrated their nose. Coppery blood and rat shit permeated the atmosphere of the hallway leading to where they’d sensed Kenjaku’s unmistakable cursed energy.

“Uraume,” a cheerful voice rang out in the echoey hallway. Their silhouette was distinct against the light that illuminated the room behind them.

Uraume rolled their eyes internally. “Kenjaku,” they returned quite coldly. “I’ve come to inquire at the request of my lord whether or not you require anything for-”

“Oh, there is nothing I require at the moment,” he interrupted. “But do send my deepest gratitude to my lord for giving me this splendid opportunity with such a delicious and inspiring creature. But if I am to require something at a later moment?”

“Do not hesitate to ask,” Uraume replied through gritted teeth, absolutely furious at being interrupted.

“Fantastic.”

“If there is nothing else-”

A faint groan of pain silenced both. A malicious smile spread slowly across Kenjaku’s face as he took a look back in the direction of the light behind him.

“It appears she has awoken,” he said. “I must be a good host and greet my lovely guest.”

Uraume was already going to leave when they were stopped.

“Oh, I nearly forgot, the girl will need food and water every day. However, do not deliver it to her directly. Please give it to me.”

“I can have her sustenance delivered to you; it will not be an issue,” they replied.

“Great, then that is all. You may go.”

Uraume made a noise of annoyance as they left. They really hated being ordered around by this unworthy villain.

Kenjaku was rubbing his greedy hands together at the thought of his newest project finally awake. Walking over into the dimly lit room, he laid eyes on the girl slowly regaining consciousness, currently sprawled out on a dirty futon in a small and dingy cell.

He just watched from outside as she slowly rolled her head and made another groan. Her milky white eyes opened and blinked several times. Suddenly, she stirred up on her knees and her eyes started darting around the cell uselessly. Frantic hands shot out all around her and she felt the crusty futon underneath her fingers and grasped at the cracked stone walls of the cell. She found the corner of the cell and crawled into it, trying to steady her breath.

Kenjaku smiled and moved closer. 

She jumped at hearing his footsteps and called out, “W-Who is that? What… Where am I?”

“Hello, my dear,” he replied, squatting down outside the cell so that he was at eye-level with her, even if she couldn’t see him. He watched her face slowly twist in horror at the recognition of his voice and he let out a light chuckle. “Oh, don’t be like that. There is no need to be afraid of me.”

His sickly-sweet voice and menacing aura really screamed otherwise for the terrified miko.

“Where am I?” she squeaked again.

“Nowhere in particular,” he said casually. “This arrangement is just so that I can keep a close eye on you, that’s all. We are going to be very, very good friends, you and I.”

“F-friends?”

“Yes, the best of friends, my dear,” he said cheerily. “We are going to get to spend lots of time together.”

Matsumae shifted uncomfortably and tried to press further into the stone corner of the cell, hoping it would swallow her whole. 

“Why am I here?”

“You know why, my dearest,” he said, smirking slightly as he watched her recoil back again at his familiarity, “I saw your little game with Sukuna earlier, and I must say, I was very impressed. There are very few who can land such a palpable hit on the King of Curses, you know, and even fewer who can survive a direct injury to the head like that. It’s inspiring, really.”

She sighed. “You are the same, then? You want to know about my technique?” 

So he wants to torture me as well…

He laughed, “I assure you, the King of Curses and I are not the same. While we may have similar interests, I hope you will see – Oh, forgive me for my clumsy word choice – I hope you will find that our methods are quite different.”

“I presume you plan to torture me as well. How are you different, then?” she asked suspiciously, not really knowing if she’d like to find out the answer. “My lord would question me about things I did not know and subjected me to torturous games because it amused him.”

“Oh, nothing of the sort, I can assure you, my dearest,” he replied. “In fact, I promise not to lay a hand on you. I will only ask you to complete simple tasks for me or answer simple questions. If you can at least try to answer or complete the task, I will give you a reward. If you choose not to answer or complete the task, I will punish you.”

“Punish..?” she squeaked.

“Not physical punishment,” he explained. “Maybe I will take away a meal or a reward that I have given you previously. Here, let me show you. First question: What is your name, my dear?”

“My name?” she questioned, still feeling uneasy and highly suspicious of the man before her. Surely this wasn’t going to be that simple.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” he said, absolutely oozing false sincerity, “where are my manners? You may call me Ken-san.”

“Ken-san?” she repeated. “My… My name is Matsumae.”

“I think we are going to get along swimmingly, Matsumae-chan,” he chirped. 

She looked visibly taken back at the use of such a familiar honorific. 

“As for your reward, here,” he set a small bundle of fabric inside her cell. “A blanket for you to keep warm at night.”

She didn’t reach out for the blanket at all or make any move, fearing it was some sort of trick.

He laughed awkwardly and pushed it deeper into the cell, closer to her reach.

As if reading her mind, he assured her, “It’s no trick, my dear. You can choose to use it or not, but it really is just an ordinary blanket.”

He watched her intently for several moments, but she didn’t make any moves for the blanket again. He sighed.

“You’re cautious,” he observed. “That’s good. You’d be a fool to not be in your situation, but I give you my word that I am not here to harm you in any way, Matsumae-chan. But I suppose it’s no matter if you believe me or not. I’ll proceed with my next question.”

Matsumae gulped in fear. There was no way she was going to get off so easily as the last time.

“Tell me about your time here in the temple,” he insisted. “Perhaps your honest thoughts on the master or anything else your heart wishes to share with your new friend, Ken-san.”

So she was still in the temple, then. 

Matsumae shrunk back further still into the corner and her lips shriveled in on themselves. Surely, this was a trick to get her master angry. Maybe he was listening somewhere close by waiting until she said something damning and would strike. But, perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad after all. Anything, even death, would be better than the life she was living currently.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed, as if reading her thoughts again. “Anything you say will stay just between us friends, Matsumae-chan.”

“If I answer you, what will be the reward,” she parsed hesitantly.

“This is all about building trust, my dear,” he explained softly. “I will not simply tell you what the reward or the punishment will be.”

“Then I refuse,” she said resolutely, steeling her expression.

She heard him utter a small, sad noise filled with disappointment. 

“I see,” he sighed, reaching for the blanket. “I will give this back another time, then. Only after you have earned it back.”

He stood up to leave, clutching the blanket in his arms and took another look at the pitiful and terrified miko feigning bravery in the corner of the cell.

“Know this,” he spoke his warning with a calm and even tone, “This will be the least I ask of you.”

She knew there was a catch. Of course the questions or tasks or whatever he had planned for her later would be more difficult. She wasn’t interested in this game. He might not have called it a game in so many words, but he was still toying with her, she just knew it.

How was he any different than her master? Sure, he spoke nicely and hadn’t hurt her yet, but she was just a plaything to each of them. She was growing tired of it all.

“Only after you have earned it back.”

His words rang through her skull, bouncing around untethered. Why must she constantly be subjected to proving her worth or have to earn simple necessities? This was a cruel hell she was trapped in where no humans cared for others out of kindness, only to use and abuse for their amusement.

He came back hours later only to find she hadn’t moved a muscle from her safe corner. He smiled, thinking her exceptionally cute. Her eyes were closed, so he figured she must be sleeping. He rapped a fingernail gently on the iron bar of the cell door and it clanged softly into the echoey stony underground.

She jolted awake and accidentally smacked her head into the corner where she was resting.

“Sorry to wake you so suddenly, Matsumae-chan,” he apologized after seeing her clutch her head in a seemingly tender spot.

Her head jerked up and she forgot her pain instantly at the sound of his voice.

“Is your head alright?” he asked.

“You have seen me survive much worse,” she said flatly.

He chucked. “That I have. But that does not mean it did not hurt.”

She paused for a moment, trying to form the words she was thinking. “You can cease the charade,” she finally said. “You do not have to pretend you actually care. It’s rather patronizing. I am not some naive little girl.”

“Oh, it’s not an act,” he promised, “and I do not mean to patronize you, Matsumae-chan. I really do wish to be your friend.”

“But of course that cannot be your sole objective,” she countered. “You said so yourself that you wish to learn about my technique. This reward-game is your method. You can just start torturing me if you are going to punish me again for not answering your questions. I have no intention of playing this game with you. It does not make a difference to me whether the punishment happens now or later. So, let’s not waste each other’s time pretending to be friends.”

He was speechless for a moment and genuinely felt a sting of pain tug his host’s heart at her words. He felt a small laugh escape his mouth and he smiled wickedly, feeling his facade crack slightly.

“Your words cut like a knife, Matsumae-chan,” he said in a low and dangerous voice. “So, you have made up your mind to not answer my questions, then?”

She shook her head. “I will not play your game.”

Matsumae jumped slightly as she heard the sound of something wooden fall to the stone floor with a loud and echoey clatter and something liquid spilling out of it. 

“You will go without water today, it seems,” he replied flatly. “I thought you might have been thirsty, but I must have been mistaken. We shall try again tomorrow… or see how long you last. Whichever comes first!”

His ominous parting words did little to comfort her.

So this is his form of punishment… she thought solemnly, feeling her mouth go dry at the thought. Great.

A/N:

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Bullet

The 52nd killing game is nearing its end.

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The endgame for Despair From the Heart has finally begun. ...God that still feels weird to say ksjdghksdjghksd

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Full content warning will be on the AO3 page, but this chapter contains particularly heavy themes. Stay safe.

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Can assure you Matsumae is always covered in blood, she gets filled with madness in chapter 7, and she can disintegrate flesh irrepprably so anyways you should check out my fic: Akuma no Miko/The Devil’s Sheine Maiden

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things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

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we need to make a list of all our favorite yuri and adjacent anime once we finish watching some more...

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悪魔の巫女 | Akuma no Miko | The Devil's Shrine Maiden (08) written by RedLikeRozes

Chapter 8: Gladiolus (approx word count 5k)

Summary: Matsumae, upon remembering past victories, now has to face the consequences of winning the game.

Gladiolus - victory, pride, remembrance

Content warnings for this chapter: abuse (like a lot… her father is basically just evil), period-typical child brides

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She should’ve known better, really. Things never turned out too well for her when she bragged about winning.

Matsumae had never been one to boast very often. The first time was when she was a girl of only eleven years old.

“I won! Mama, look! I won!”

A light chuckle escaped her mother’s mouth and she patted the head of the victorious little girl. Her dark brown eyes sparkled brightly up at her mother with immense pride in the golden sunlight of the afternoon.

“That you did, my little flower,” she replied warmly.

“Again, again!” the girl demanded, already scraping the Go stones from off the wooden board to set up again.

While her daughter may have boundless energy and motivation to play Go nonstop for hours, her mother was beginning to lose her interest — and, most importantly, her patience with the strategy game — especially with her young daughter for an opponent. Her mother hadn’t lost a game since teaching her daughter how to play up until now. Of course, she’d only let her win to end the game quickly, but her daughter didn’t need to know that.

“You have finally bested me,” her mother resigned. “Let’s take a break so I can regain my strength to play you again tomorrow.”

The little girl crossed her arms and frowned at her mother’s proposition. “No. I want to beat you again, now. If we don’t play right now, I may never win again! It has to be right now, Mama!” she huffed indignantly.

“My dear-” her mother tried to reason before being interrupted.

“Listen to your mother, you insufferable brat,” spat her father’s voice from the doorway where he had appeared. “Wife, you spoil your daughter too much, filling her head with useless things like games. She’s become wily and stubborn. She’ll never be a good wife.”

Both figures in the room who were so full of life and gaiety only seconds before became instantly demure and stiff at the presence that entered the room.

“Maybe I should find a better wife who would actually give me a son and properly discipline children.”

The slap to his wife’s face was one without mercy.

“Forgive me,” she said, bowing her head and holding her hot cheek with a cold palm. The girl, upon seeing her mother bow, did the same.

The girl suddenly felt her hair tugged upwards roughly and winced in pain, shutting her eyes tightly for what usually followed. Go stones spilled out of the girl’s lap and clattered onto the floor.

“Stop this nonsense, child,” he ordered harshly. “If I see this stupid game again after I leave this room, you’ll be sorry.”

“I understand, Father,” she whispered in a small voice, holding back a choking sob in her throat. 

The iron grip on her hair released and she dropped to the floor with a sigh of relief. Two terrified eyes watched his figure walk out of the room with a small bug-like monster buzzing around his head like always. Her mother never seemed to notice it. Before he left, he made sure to kick over the wooden game board, scattering what was left of the stones all over the tatami mats.

Once she was sure her father was out of earshot, a silent tear fell from her once-sparkling eyes and she crawled over to her mother’s lap.

“I’m so sorry, Mama,” she whimpered into her mother’s chest in a barely audible voice.

“Shh, little flower,” her mother comforted, stroking her back soothingly. “Why don’t you go find Lady Yoriko and resume your studies for the evening? Your father and I would be grateful.”

“Yes, Mama,” she acquiesced after a deep breath.

Lady Yoriko was their family’s live-in teacher and mentor for their daughter. She was a high-born lady of the court and was instructing the Byouma’s daughter in the ways of being a proper lady, something her mother had very little experience in, being born and raised in a wealthy farmer’s house. The Byouma’s had only recently gained wealth from the father’s successful and shrewd business as a merchant, finally making a name for himself after being injured in battle when he was a young man. His injury had gotten him honorably discharged from the shogunate army, and despite struggling for some years, it seemed that his luck had finally turned around.

With this newfound prosperity, his only focus was on maintaining and prolonging his legacy. Marrying off his only daughter to some lord with either land or title was of the utmost importance if his wife continually failed to conceive a son. So employing a home tutor to ensure this future for his clan was a necessity. However, his daughter was a stubborn and impudent thing, frequently running away from her lessons, much to the chagrin of Lady Yoriko and the girl’s mother.

Even after being taught many skills required of a lady, her koto playing was nothing special. Neither was her singing, nor her calligraphy. But Lady Yoriko assured her father that she was a bright young girl with an active imagination and passion for poetry and reading. Lady Yoriko knew that with time, perhaps lots of time, the girl could become an elegant and proper lady fit for any wealthy man or even lord to marry, but only if she actually applied herself to her studies. 

Taking off down the hallway, the girl found her teacher out in the rock garden painting a delicate scene of sakura in bloom. She approached cautiously and quietly, hoping not to disturb the stern older teacher. 

She bowed her head behind the woman and spoke with a soft monotone and even voice, “Lady Yoriko, my mother and father request for me to go back to my lessons for the evening, if you’ll have me.”

The lady didn’t even look back. She only paused her brush stroke and raised a plucked eyebrow upon hearing the girl’s voice. 

“Is that so,” she said flatly, not really phrasing it as a question. “Begin by reciting ten times,” she ordered.

The girl internally groaned upon hearing the order and raised her head, careful not to show any emotion on her face and began reciting:

“Although its scent still lingers on the form of a flower has scattered away

For whom will the gloryof this world remain unchanged?

Arriving today at the yonder sideof the deep mountains of evanescent existence

We shall never allow ourselves to drift awayintoxicated, in the world of shallow dreams.”

“One,” counted her teacher, smiling softly at the perfect recitation. She picked up her brush to resume her painting. “Continue.”

The girl continued reciting Iroha nine more times, each more perfect than the last. When she had finished, Lady Yoriko finally turned around to gaze upon the girl with a pleased look on her face.

“What was it this time, then?” she asked the girl.

“Go,” she responded solemnly, scrunching up her nose slightly before remembering herself and correcting her face. “Father has forbidden me from playing the game ever again. And I finally won against Mother, too.”

Lady Yoriko’s plucked eyebrows raised again upon hearing this. “Go is a popular game in the court, even among ladies. I will speak with him about this matter. It will be useful for your studies to continue learning the game.”

The girl’s eyes widened, smiling brightly at her words. “Really?” she asked a little too enthusiastically for her teacher’s liking.

Lady Yoriko scowled and said, “It is improper for a lady to show such excitement. Please, remember yourself.”

The girl schooled her expression instantly and apologized. 

“Perhaps I can teach you some popular strategies if you promise to practice koto.” Lady Yoriko posited, clearly planning on bribing the girl to comply with her lessons.

The girl’s eyes were sparkling with excitement at her words, but tried her best to keep her face as still as possible.

“I promise I’ll do it,” she swore to her teacher.

She was already hiking up her kimono layers and scampering down the hallways to fetch the stringed instrument.

“Lady Byouma!” her teacher called after, horrified. “Ladies do not-” 

But she stopped herself. It was no use. The girl had already sprinted off into the manor out of sight. She shook her head disapprovingly and sighed heavily. 

“This child…”

The next instance was several years later, when she was newly fifteen.

Lady Yoriko had just slid open the shoji door to the room where the girl was currently practicing a melody on the koto that her mother had requested her to learn. She had no time to criticize her posture or finger placement, but shuffled through the doors holding two letters and began to announce the news.

Her father had requested a special performance later this evening before him and several important guests.

Upon hearing her mentor’s words, the girl struck a wrong, sour chord on the koto and stopped playing instantly.

“He said what?” she asked, absolutely bewildered, but trying to regain her composure. She cleared her throat and tried again, “Pardon me, Lady Yoriko. Can you repeat what you said?”

“Your father has requested a koto performance and recitation tonight at dinner to show off to several guests your progression in ladyship,” she said again, delicately.

It took her a moment to resume the song again, mind racing at her mentor’s words. Her father had never requested something like this before. 

“What is the occasion for Father to request such a thing of me?” she phrased carefully.

Lady Yoriko hesitated and listened to the girl play music for a moment before speaking. “My lord has informed me that he has begun to receive potential offers for your hand in marriage, the most interesting being the son of a wealthy general close to the shogun. Consider it a test to see if you are a presentable option to your suitors. They are concerned about your aptitude as a lady and wife given your family’s background.”

She stopped strumming the instrument, taking in Lady Yoriko’s words and mulling over them in her head.

“Lady Yoriko, couldn’t you have told me this earlier?” she asked, trying not to sound as terrified as she felt. “I need time to prepare… I need-”

“Everything has already been arranged, but I only found out this morning,” she said grimly. “Your father only just told me or I would have undoubtedly told you sooner. Trust me, I am just as displeased with the timing of this affair as you.”

The same moment, her mother came in with two attendants trailing behind, panting and out of breath. They looked like they’d been running.

“Have you heard?” her mother asked. The girl nodded. “Then we must begin preparations immediately!”

It seemed like her father really hadn’t told anyone about this affair. Maybe he was secretly sabotaging the poor girl just to beat her for messing up later. Whatever the reason, the house suddenly became lively with servants bustling about trying to clean and make the house as suitable as possible for the important guests tonight.

As for the girl and her attendants, her mother and mentor, there was much to be done to make her presentable to men of such standing. Eyebrows needed to be plucked and drawn on, teeth needed to be dyed black, white foundation needed to be applied, and red lips needed to be painted. As for her clothes, she was dressed extensively in around fourteen layers of silk, each more intricate and lavish than the last.

It was the girl’s first time she’d ever been dressed up like a proper lady before. The first time she was being presented as a potential bride for wealthy suitors. Though thoroughly terrified at this proposition, she knew in her mind and heart that there was no room for error tonight. This was her one chance to prove to her father and the world that she was a lady and an adequate bride. 

She could only dream of finally being taken away from her father’s house to live with a new man and start a family of her own, full of love and gentleness. She had no idea what any of her suitors would be like, but truth be told, she didn’t think anything could be worse than her father.

Standing in the shadow of the paper screen door, she practiced reciting every poem she knew off hand and ghosted her hands over phantom koto strings.

“Presenting Lady Byouma Matsumae, only daughter of Lord Byouma Kojiro,” Lady Yoriko announced as she ushered an attendant to open up the shoji door to reveal the girl.

Matsumae blushed feverishly, hoping the foundation caking her skin would hide the uncouth color on her cheeks. She entered the room gracefully whilst covering most of her face with an ornate fan and quickly flashed a glance at the guests.

Her father sat in the middle with her mother at his side. There were two elderly gentlemen at his right and left, each with a younger man sitting at their right hand side, presumably their sons. The left men looked to be from the shogunate, with stiff posture and determined gazes, wearing the typical military robes of swordsmen currently off duty. The right men looked more relaxed and were wearing fine silks, similar to the dress of her father, probably merchants as well. 

Everyone watched her with anticipation as she floated to the center of the room and swished herself down in a flash on a floor cushion.

The two older men gasped and one son had his mouth slightly agape. 

“So elegant,” the military general breathed.

“Like a swan!” the merchant exclaimed.

She slowly lowered the fan covering her face and bowed to everyone in the room before her. Lady Yoriko took a seat a little ways behind her, watching with pride. When the girl picked her head up, she just stared at her father, waiting for his instruction with a practiced serene expression.

“As you can see, she has graceful features,” her father remarked. “Cheeks full like apples and lips thin like reeds.”

“Her eyes are as big and bright as a koi fish’s,” the merchant noticed, thoroughly entranced.

“Yes, but her nose is a little low and a bit too wide for my tastes,” noted the general.

Her father’s eyes narrowed at Matsumae briefly, as if blaming her for her own features.

“What, are you blind?” the merchant retorted. “She is quite beautiful, Lord Byouma.”

“Just wait until you hear her play!” her father encouraged the men who waited eagerly for the performance to begin.

He made a motion to Lady Yoriko. She shuffled over next to Matsumae and helped her carry the koto into her lap. She nodded at her pupil, whispering inaudibly to the rest, “Begin.”

She takes a deep breath and swishes her kimono sleeves out of the way and places her hands gently above the strings. Her heart was thrumming in her chest as she began plucking out the melody she’d practiced for years, nothing like the complicated melody her mother asked her to learn a couple weeks ago. 

She was nearly finished with the song when suddenly her mind fell blank. What on earth was the next chord? She couldn’t remember. She’d never messed up this part of the song before and for the life of her, she just couldn’t figure out the next note.

She paused her shaking hands and even shakier breath and stared down at the instrument in her lap in painful, awestruck, confusion. Wracking her brain for anything she could think of, her face twisted in horror and shock as she continued to draw a blank. It had been a couple seconds of silence at this point, surely not gone unnoticed by the guests.

Her panicked eyes searched around the room for answers. Instantly locking eyes with her mother, she found sorrow and disappointment staring back at her. Gazing to the figure next to her mother, her father was glaring daggers and curses into her heart and soul as the sickening high-pitched laughter of the bug-monster tittered about around his head. No one else seemed to notice or hear this.

The merchants to the left of her father looked worried and concerned while the military men to the right, especially the general, looked disgusted. He wasn’t even looking at her, his gaze was set on the floor, shaking his head. 

“See? This is what I was worried about, Kyotaro,” the general mumbled to his son viciously. 

And with that, he actually stood up and began walking out of the room. 

“I’ve seen enough of your daughter,” he mentioned. “We will be rescinding our offer. Thank you for your time, Lord Byouma.”

The son, Kyotaro, looked over to Matsumae with a sorrowful look in his eyes and nodded slightly to her before bowing to the host and taking his leave as well, following after his father.

Matsumae was trying to hold back tears at this point. There was no way she had fumbled her one chance at freedom so stupidly. She gently pushed the instrument off her lap with still shaking hands and reached for her fan to cover her face in shame.

Lady Yoriko was already taking the instrument away, a brief hand on her shoulder as condolences.

Her father was chasing after the general and his son, spouting numerous apologies and was practically begging for them to come back to no avail.

She flashed the fan in front of her face and looked away to Lady Yoriko who nodded at her. She moved to get up and leave the room.

“W-wait!” the merchant spoke up. “Will you still recite for us?”

Matsumae locked eyes with the eager man. His words stuck into her skin like knives. A part of her wondered if was only asking for pity’s sake. She looked back at her mother who nodded silently.

“If my lord wishes to hear me recite, then I will recite,” she said as evenly as possible, trying desperately not to let her voice break. 

She silently racked her fluttering heart for a poem that she could definitely remember.

The ever-vigilant Lady Yoriko spoke up upon seeing her start to panic again, “Does my lord have any requests? Lady Byouma is quite well-read.”

The merchant also began racking his brain for a while, which Matsumae was thankful for. It gave her some time to calm down and begin remembering titles and lines of poems and novels that she was familiar with.

The silence broke as a soft voice spoke up, “Does my lady know Genji Monogatari? It’s my favorite.” It was the son of the merchant. 

She flashed a quick glance to the son and nodded gently. He was a plain, but handsome man, maybe eighteen or twenty. His eyes were bright and kind. He leaned slightly forward on his calves, eager for her to begin. 

Neither of the two merchants seemed phased that she had just bungled her koto playing. Maybe she could still save herself.

She began in earnest, reciting each word perfectly. The two merchants perked up and leaned in even closer, dazzled with her storytelling. She grew more confident upon seeing their reactions and began adding voices and small actions to add more color to different parts of the story. 

Her father eventually came back in and returned to his seat. He didn’t bother looking up at his daughter or even listen to her recitation. She tried to block out the laughter of that cursed bug-monster that would chime in every now and then.

“...on rare occasions, despite all resistance, love did gain a hold upon him, it was always in the most improbable and hopeless entanglement that he became involved,” she recited.

At this line, she made direct eye contact with the son of the merchant. She saw a faint blush come to his cheeks and he looked away, embarrassed.

Maybe she really had saved herself.

Suddenly, her father spoke up, “Ok, that’s enough. We’ve heard enough of that, yes.”

She shut her mouth quickly and shrank back into her skin.

“Does the Lady Byouma possess any other notable skills other than koto and recitation?” the elder merchant asked. “How about haiku?”

“I believe we have heard quite enough out of the Lady Byouma,” he interjected bluntly, clearly still unsatisfied with her performance earlier.

“Can you play Go?” piped up the merchant’s son.

Matsumae looked at him and then to her father with bright eyes, hoping to be granted permission.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea-”

“I would very much like to play a game of Go with Lady Byouma,” the man said confidently but not rudely. “With your permission of course, sir.”

Her father narrowed his eyes for a moment and silently considered his options. The despicable bug that buzzed and swished around his head was laughing uncontrollably as he stayed silent. He made a motion to Lady Yoriko and she motioned a nearby attendant to go grab the wooden board and stones. Her father nodded to the son who thanked him in return.

The attendant came back with the game materials and another servant helped move up a cushion for the merchant’s son to sit on next to the board.

“Shall we begin, my lady?” he asked, sitting across from her with a nervous smile on his face. 

She nodded, smiling back at him.

After several minutes of near silence as the two played the game, only occasionally glancing up at each other to smile and then hurriedly look away. 

Finally, there was a winner.

“I believe that is the game,” she said, placing a final stone with pride in her eyes.

The merchant’s son looked at the board in awe, suddenly aware of his grave situation. 

“I resign. You win, my lady.”

“Indeed, my lord,” she said, smiling boldly. “I have bested you.”

He let out a chuckle and bowed his head. “That you have,” he spoke, intrigued with her confidence.

Her father said a couple more words to the merchant and his son, thanking them for coming and bidding them a safe trip back home. The son wasn’t listening to any of it. He was utterly enchanted with Matsumae, practically gawking at her the whole time, stealing glances whenever he could feasibly do so.

Matsumae was hiding her blushing cheeks with the fan. The son was enamored. There was no doubt he was still interested in her as a bride, even if the general and his son weren’t, even if she had completely made a fool of herself with the koto performance.

“We will be in touch, Lord Byouma,” the merchant assured her father. “We are very impressed with your lovely daughter.”

They left with their attendants and promised again that they would send correspondence of their decision in the coming days.

Matsumae, Lady Yoriko, her mother, and several attendants were helping Matsumae undress in her room. All fourteen layers of silk were whisked away to be cleaned and hung back up on the kimono racks, called ikou.

Without warning her father suddenly slammed open the shoji door, causing everyone inside to jump in surprise.

“Leave,” he commanded the servants.

The attendants bowed and left hurriedly. Same with Lady Yoriko. But her mother refused.

“She did nothing wrong, Kojiro,” her mother pleaded. “It was only a small mistake. Please, do not punish her for this.”

But he wasn’t really there. Left in the room, it was only Lady Byouma, Matsumae and her father’s wrath.

“Wife, leave,” he threatened.

“I refuse.”

He looked at her with an intense gaze before he slapped her so hard she fell to the floor.

Matsumae tried to remain calm. Internally, she knew the moment she messed up that things were bound to end up like this eventually. But what she didn’t expect was her mother trying to persuade him out of it.

He started with insults first. Calling her all sorts of names under the sun like “useless, screw-up, idiot,” she just closed her eyes and listened, trying to block out any emotion on her face as his words seared into her ears like burning hot coals.

Next began the worst part. His punches and kicks to her still-growing body, never failed to heal in more than a couple of weeks at most. It was lucky that she wasn’t allowed out of the house much or else people would see her skin and face decorated with bruises in various stages of the healing process. Only once had he broken her arm by accident, but even that seemed to heal fairly quickly.

Today, however, he seemed hell-bent on actually causing real damage to her as punishment for bungling her most promising marriage prospect. His blows had more anger to them than ever before, and more power. Sometimes it even felt like as he punched her, there was almost a second, slightly delayed impact to his attacks.

He was aiming mostly for her nose, spouting curses about how ugly and misshapen it looked. Next, he targeted her arms and hands in particular for forgetting the melody to the song. When he was finished, several of her fingers were twisting in directions that shouldn’t normally be possible.

She squinted through her already blackening eyes as he kept going. Usually he only did this for a couple minutes, but with his newfound anger, it seemed like he really wasn’t going to stop until she was dead or dying.

Seeing this intensity and animosity in her husband's eyes, her mother jumped in front of her daughter, shielding her from the onslaught for a brief moment.

Almost as if he had predicted this, he slammed his wife's head down, but he had miscalculated. The edge of her temple hit the edge of a piece of furniture before she crashed to the floor, growing still.

This seemed to halt him for the time being. He backed off and looked at his work, satisfied. He turned around to leave the room and call for a doctor, but he paused briefly to spit back in their direction as he left.

Her mother was never the same after that. She mostly sat still and had to be fed and bathed and carried everywhere. There were moments when sometimes she could recognize Matsumae or her surroundings, but for the most part these were fleeting minutes of clarity in a new forever of quiet stillness.

Matsumae prayed that her marriage would go through soon with that son of the merchant. She wanted to get out as quickly as possible and take her mother with her. 

It was two agonizingly long months later that the rejection notice came, saying that they heard of another maiden of similar beauty that had a larger dowry. That was the final breaking point for her father, his anger boiled over and he ran for the vitriol.

The last instance was just now.

She should have known better, really. Nothing good ever comes from her boasting.

Even encased in ice, she still found a smile across her lips as she heard the retreating footsteps of Uraume and her master.

It only just dawned on her that the game was over. A euphoric string of laughter escaped her mouth, something she hadn’t heard in a long time.

“I won!” she realized. “I won the game!”

Sukuna stopped walking upon hearing her outburst. Uraume looked back with indescribable fury and narrowed eyes at such disrespect.

She couldn’t stop laughing at the irony of it all. Neither of the two participants really expected this outcome. 

But she was technically right, Sukuna concluded.

He had promised not to kill her if she won the game. However, he never said anything about Kenjaku. Who knows what that creature would do if he got his despicable fingers on her. At this point, Sukuna didn’t really care what happened to her. As long as she was out of his sight, he couldn��t care less what Kenjaku or anyone else did with her.

Kenjaku, who had been watching the fight from further up the mountain, was grinning with malicious intent at the girl. He watched Sukuna and Uraume disappear into the mountains and slowly descended before the girl, approaching cautiously.

He toppled over a couple of limbs with his foot from the pile that had formed and smiled even wider.

“Truly remarkable,” he admired. 

Matsumae stopped laughing at hearing an unfamiliar voice and whipped her head around in the direction of the new signature of cursed energy that had approached. His cursed energy left a sting in her eyes and an acidic and bitter taste in her mouth, like she was about to throw up. 

Sukuna’s cursed energy reeked of death and pure strength and power, but this person’s cursed energy felt downright vile and evil. She’d never encountered anything like it before, and instantly snapped out of whatever mood she’d let consume her momentarily.

“Who… Or what are you?” she asked, still not sure if what was in front of her was even human or a curse.

“No one and everyone, I suppose. I am whoever I want to be,” he replied. This only served to confuse her further. “But who I am does not matter. I want to know, just what are you? And what is it that you can do?”

She didn’t know how to respond as she heard his strangely calm footsteps slowly walk up towards her trapped form. She started to panic internally, not wanting this person to come any closer and tried in vain to wriggle out of the ice trapping her lower half.

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

There was a swift chop to the back of her neck and she fell unconscious.

A/N:

(Masterlist)

Words to know:

Ikou - kimono stand Go - Chinese strategy game played with white and black stones, sort of similar to chess Haiku - a traditional Japanese form of poetry composed of three lines with a pattern of 5-7-5 syllables each Sakura - cherry blossoms Iroha - a Japanese famous poem written at some point during the Heian era, it's a perfect panagram of the different kana in the Japanese syllabary (linked in works cited for the translation I found) Genji Monogatari - The Tale of Genji, one of the most famous early novels written at some point during the Heian era by Murasaki Shikibu (linked in works cited for the translation I found)

Works Cited

“Iroha.” Translated by Ryuichi Abe, Wikipedia, Wikimedia Foundation, 17 Feb. 2024, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iroha.

Murasaki, Shikibu. The Tale of Genji. Translated by Arthur Waley, eBook #66057, The Riverside Press Cambridge, 1925, The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Tale of Genji, https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/66057/pg66057-images.html#Footnote_I_1, Accessed 4 May 2024. 

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[dinonfilm]

Roleplay name ideas

Girls || narae, garim, nareita, nami, koya, azari, emryn, aylani, fleur, harlee/harley, journee/journey, rowoon, yoanna, iiona, kyungmi, chyou, iseul, juri, miko, mikiana, micky, nicki, peach, akira, kami/cami, ayumi, nylah, bonnie, dolly, meiyara.

Boys || romin, killua, sevyn/devyn, azuko, kuzko, zion, sakiyua, gemini, geno, ares, juniper, kaede, junhee, kamari, osvaldo, sayuri, rhys, auggie, alyix, ace, arizé, akuma, aerys, blaze, genesis.

[redlikerozez]

I’m so sorry matsumae

[all-blues]

Best anime recs?

Classic yuri anime that must be watched: Kannazuki no Miko, Strawberry Panic, Simoun, Revolutionary Girl Utena (serie + movie), Sasamaki Koto

Modern classic yuri: Boom Into You, Citrus, Asagao to Kase-san

Most recent ones that are on their way to become the newest yuri classics: I'm in Love with the Villainess, Whisper Me a Love Song

Magical girl genre: Sailor Moon, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de Aru

Artistic and metaphorical ones: Yurikuma Arashi, Flip Flappers (both highly recommended)

I personally really like comedy yuri so my fav ones are: Yuru Yuri, Kiniro Mosaic and Yuyushiki. I also would add New Game! and Inugami-san to Nekoyama-san

The classics for the Girls and Guns genre: Canaan, Noir (El Cazador De La Bruja and Madlax to complete the trilogy), the most recent one is Lycoris Recoil, a less recent one is Akuma No Riddle

Original anime: Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight, Princess Principal, Izetta: The Last Witch, Kill la Kill

Idol anime: Love Live! (I'm an original love liver so my favs are LL and LLS only)

[love-is-wicked]

RESERVAS

Aether ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Missy

Ahri ❣ League of Legends ❣ Lilith 

Aiji Yanagi ❣ Collar x Malice ❣ RositaFresita

Albedo ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Elysia

Alhaitam ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nymp

Aphelios ❣ League of Legends ❣ Cachivache

Arataki Itto ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Bloodmoon

Arthur Morgan ❣ RDR 2 ❣ Vangelis

Armin Arlert ❣ Shingeki no Kyojin ❣ Stephy 

Asuna Ichinose ❣ Blue Archive ❣ Zessvenn

Ayato ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nébula Malestrom

Bang Chan ❣ Stray Kids ❣ RositaFresita

Blade ❣ Honkai Impact: Star Rail ❣ Nébula Malestrom

Caitlyn ❣ Arcane ❣ Articuno

Childe ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Eowyn

Dan Heng ❣ Honkai: Star Rail ❣ Missy

Dark Schnaider ❣ Bastard ❣ dark

Enkidu ❣ Fate Series ❣ Hota

Eren Yeager ❣ Shingeki no Kyojin ❣ Bruma

Evelynn (All Skins) ❣ League of Legends ❣ Colmillo Blanco

Ezreal ❣  League of Legends ❣  Cherry Bomb

Flamebringer ❣ Arknights ❣ Tetsuo

Furina ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Rouller

Gilgamesh (All forms) ❣ Fate Series ❣ Stephy 

Higekiri ❣ Touken Ranbu ❣ Lu

Jimin ❣ BTS ❣ Cherry Bomb

Jing Yuan ❣ Honkai Star Rail ❣ Ignis

Jungkook ❣ BTS ❣ Cachivache

Kaeya ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Karim Osmanli

Kaveh ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nébula Malestrom

Kayn ❣ League of Legends ❣ Cachivache

Kokomi ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Claire

Kuroo Tetsurou ❣ Haikyuu!!! ❣  Hyde

Lee Know ❣ Stray Kids ❣ Missy

Miss Fortune ❣ League Of Legends ❣ Roux

Mokutarou Kikuta ❣ Golden Kamuy ❣ Rohan Vergil

Neuvillete ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nayet

Nico Robin ❣ One Piece ❣ Lu

Ozymandias (Rider) ❣ Fate Series ❣ BloodMoon

Rias gremory ❣ Higschool dxd ❣ Red 

Ryomen Sukuna / Itadori  ❣ Jujutsu Kaisen  ❣ Hyde

Sett ❣ League of Legends ❣ Cherry Bomb

Shenhe ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nessie

Shogun Raiden / Raiden Ei ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nayet 

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada ❣ Touken Ranbu ❣ Zessvenn

Suguru Geto ❣ Jujutsu Kaisen ❣ Elysia

Texas ❣ Arknights ❣ Eowyn

Thoma ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Nymp

Toji Fushiguru ❣ Jujutsu Kaisen ❣ Neus

Tokushirou Tsurumi ❣ Golden Kamuy ❣ Ibai Arizcun

Vi ❣ Arcane ❣ RositaFresita

Viego ❣ League Of Legends ❣ BloodMoon

Vil Schoenheit ❣ Twisted Wonderland ❣ Bruma

Vox Akuma ❣ Virtual Youtuber ❣ Vox Akuma

Wriothesley ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Wrynn

Yae Miko ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Roux

Zhongli ❣ Genshin Impact ❣ Elysia

[dyedsakuraacademy]

“wassup, idiots. this is Akuma, im a student at Dyed Sakura Academy annndd im being forced to get the school popular on a bunch of social platforms because im practically the only one in the school who’s allowed to post online. i guess i’ll post updates here and stuff? i don’t really know what im doing, go watch the Youtube and TikTok, Meshi’s in charge of the TikTok, so ifs theres weird stuff there don’t blame me. and Mia is in charge of responding to comments most of the time.” - Akuma

OK HELLO, THIS IS AKUMA/CHLOE OUT OF CHARACTER!! IM ALSO @oc-traumatizer HERE SO GO FOLLOW ME TOO, OR YOU MIGHTVE FOUND THIS FROM THERE, IT DEPENDS, BUTTT, HERES THE CAST AND STUFF. ILL POST STUFF HERE TO LIKE GIVE UPDATES AND STUFF?

THE CAST! (season one)

Mia

Combat

Akuma

Meshi

Delilah

Kirazu

Sammy

Khloe

Cody

Miko

Sammy

SEASON TWO!!?

Mori

Shiro

Marsha

Chloe

THIS IS A THING FOR A ROBLOX ROLEPLAY WHERE EVERY STUDENT HAS TRAUMA AND POWERS KINDA, ITS RLLY COOL AND WE PLAN ON BEING KINDA POPULAR!! TY FOR READING THIS AND LIKING IF YOU DO, ID RLLY APPRECIATE IF YOU BOOSTED THIS YT ON DIFFERENT PLATFORMS TOO?? AND THERES A DISCORD!

my discord user - cringe.culture.is.dead (☕️🌈brownie🌈☕️)

Youtube - Dyed Sakura Academy (@Akuma_The_Experiment)

Tiktok - @DyedSakuraAcademy

My Roblox user - @T0Y_W0lfieEB37UwU display name : LOLbit

[redlikerozez]

literally me writing this newest chapter of akuma no miko T^T

You ever start writing something and it turns out so much darker then expected and your just like “you okay in there?” to yourself or is it just me?

[aikoiya]

LoZ - The Sheikah's Ancient Task

I've talked quite a bit about who I think the Fierce Deity is as well as what I think his role was when he was at his peak.

In a lot of ways, I see him as the Soul of the Hero. The central identity at the core of every Link.

As well as the figure that the Bargainer Statues were based on. (Meaning he has 4 eyes.) Him having been the Hyrule Death God among other things. And creator of the Sheikah.

Now, I want to talk about the Sheikah & what their task was after the Fierce Deity became mortal.

I think that the Sheikah were tasked with more than just serving the Royal Family. Rather, to protect Hyruleans in-general. The Hylians especially as they were the Sheikah's sister people. They were also tasked with not only bringing spirits (non-combative poes) to the Bargainer Statues, but also with fighting the Poe enemies on the Surface.

My theory is that the symbols on the Depths Set & the Dark Clumps are ancient Sheikah script, which the Fierce Deity taught them & the strips of paper wrapped around the Dark Clumps are talismans meant to keep malicious intent or On'nenryoku (怨念魔力, magic fueled by malicious intent) simply from leaking out or reforming. Created using Sheishin Fūinjutsu, which is a type of forgotten, sacred runic magic that the Sheikah practiced long ago.

In a lot of ways, I believe that the Dark Clumps are parts from an enemy Poe, which are in many ways like Japanese Yūrei (幽霊, Ghost, Phantom, Specter, or Apparition; from the Kanji Kasoke for Ghost & Rei for Spirit, Soul, Ghost, or Departed Soul). Poe Souls become enemy Poes when their negative emotions build up too much, at which point, they rise to the Surface & create pseudo-flesh bodies to inhabit. The Dark Clumps being pieces of that pseudo-flesh created via hatred, resentment, vengeance, jealousy, & pure will.

One of the Sheikah's roles was to go out & either soothe those Poes (whether via music or reasoning) or, failing that, "kill" them, as well as other undead monsters, & return the spirit to the Bargainers, who would then send the spirits on to the afterlife. In this way, they were quite similar to Miko & Kanuushi in Japanese Shintoism.

They are able to "kill" these entities by using either Light, Twilight, or Spirit Magic & fighting them with weapons forged using ancient weaponsmithing techniques taught by Sheikaku (the Fierce Deity). Part of that process involved engraving Sheishin Fūinjutsu into the metal. Once that's done, the Sheikah is to preform a sacred ritual on the night of either the New Moon, the Full Moon, or the Waning Crescent Moon or Waxing Gibbous Moon, that should bestow Sheikaku's blessing upon it. Sheishin Fūinjutsu, the sacred forging techniques, & even the ritual have all been forgotten to time.

These weapons were also fairly strong against Akuma. Or evil beings possessed by On'nen.

This is why the Sheikah were always so heavily associated with death, spirits, & graveyards.

The Sheikah are simply naturally intune with the world of the spirits, but in order to fully unlock it, they are traditionally taught to open their Mind's Eye (originally passed down to them by the Fierce Deity & the mastery of which turns one's eyes ruby red), which allows them to actually see spirits.

The reason that some Yiga can hear the voice of the Bargainers is because those specific Yiga are of Sheikah descent. They are likely being called to complete the task that their ancestors were assigned.

The Sheikah who were tasked with gathering non-combative spirits wore robes very similar to the Depths Set & carried shepherd crooks made of dark wood. From a hook on those crooks hung black steel lanterns with green flame candles & from the bottom of those lanterns hung a flower-shaped silver bell. These lanterns were known as Lanterns of the Lost & the sound of the bell would draw spirits to it. The spirits would then gather inside the flame.

Sheikah who were tasked with the Surface also carried these Lanterns, but instead of crooks, they were simply carried in their hand. Ringing the bell would still draw out Poes, only then the Sheikah expected to either negotiate with the Poe & find a way to sooth them enough that their darkened flesh dissipated or sever the spirit's connection to the darkened flesh via their own hand using specialized weapons made to banish cursed flesh or the use of light, twilight, or spirit magic.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist 2

[mysticalfalls05]

February 17, 2023

Welcome to the world my dear kindredsona, Miko. She is an ex-delinquent of the streets who acts as silent guard/fighter for the Akuma Clan.🌸

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From her life as a student at Night Raven College in Twisted wonderland, my OC Miko takes on another form in another world as guard, and my kindred sona. I started watching Vox in October 2022, but I had known of him a little from the start of the year. His streams are pretty cool so I stayed, made some friends and fit my OC into it :))

[i-see-starzzz]

fanart for akuma miko

[redlikerozez]

IM SORRY MATSUMAE (I’m not sorry)