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Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard of the Witch, the Demon that haunts the snowy mountains?
Her skin melts like cream underneath the sun. Surely she must be the devil.
Surely she must consume human flesh and manipulate for her own self avail.
That mountain is a sure fit for her. There she can rot away for an eternity. There she can be forgotten by society and her existence never becoming a thing.
There she can harm no one.
And there she can love no one.
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"Oh, lord and savior, we beg for your blessing. My wife is giving birth soon. With your blessing, I'm sure she'll birth safely." The man kneeled to the far more superior conspicuous man.
"Please oh, Savior Douma."
He hummed, holding the fan towards his chin, gazing down at the man with his multi-colored eyes. The eyes that caused the whole thing to arise. He put on an empty smile, ready to lie.
With a swift movement of his wist he lowered the fan to the head of the man, mumbling senseless words.
"There you have been blessed. May your wife be safe as well as your child."
The man gasped in relief and repeatedly thanked the man.
That was the last of them. Much to Douma's relief. It's been going on since this morning. He was eager to get some sleep and have a proper meal during the late evening. He found it tiring and senseless.
He lifted himself from his styled cushion and stepped into the back of the Nihon Kenchiku. He watched with his fan in hold as his elected human members scurried about to and fro of their daily duties. He specifically eyed the female members, sneakily licking his lips behind his golden lotus fan.
"That one will do. For tonight's breakfast."
He walked over to the maid and leaned down, a visible blush on her cheeks.
"Tonight I will need some assistance for prayers. Be there, do not delay."
She nodded shyly, scurrying off, unaware of the deeper meaning behind those words.
He smiled, humans are such easy and fragile creatures. What a pity they are.
How easily they can break down from one cut.
How a single sickness can take away one's life.
How a single word can destroy their entire being.
Yet despite the severity of their suffering lives, he found them highly appealing, especially when they become a part of him.
He decided to head back to his chamber and grab a little snack that he has hidden. As he walked through the halls he overheard a conversation.
"I just heard this morning that a young boy tried to climb the Witch Mountain. He didn't return until two weeks later, and with a broken leg! The Witch must've attacked him."
"Poor boy, at least he was fortunate enough to make it back. Most who try to go up there never return. I heard the Demon gobbles them up for dinner."
"I need to make sure my children don't try to go up there. I've already experienced too much suffering already."
Douma who now was interested approached them.
"Oh, may I also be included in this conversation?"
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From within the sharp hills, a white blanket covered them. As you look past the towering crowns that scatter the land you'll see a small Japanese styled structure inside, placed beside a large frozen lake. A small few wisteria trees growing by. How odd to find such trees growing at such frigid temperatures. But even more odd that a girl is living in such temperatures, alone by herself.
With layers of kimono that she hand-sewn, she slid the door and entered the cold air. Her skin became pale and white, identical to the blanket of snow around her. Her cold breath could be seen as she breathed in and out. She pulled her kimono closer and stepped out into the light. She closed her eyes and felt her skin prickle. But fortunately, nothing else happened, much to her relief. Slipping on her geta she tramples out into the snow, ready to do her morning chores.
This was the only thing to keep her occupied from her loneliness.
She walked down the pathway that she dug herself to the trees and green growth. The woods were the closest thing she could get her herbs and other things without bothering the society down below. Once she reached them she began to break branches or pick up any loose ones and slip them into her basket she carried on her back. She also snapped and dug out any growing herbs to replenish her stock. She breathed heavily, the excess extortion taking a toll on her frail body.
She spotted a bird on a branch. She slipped the herbs into her basket and reached out for her bow and arrows that she also made herself. She pulled the string, angling the arrow towards the bird. When it was just right she released, the arrow whizzing by as it cut the air. A small thuck sound after it penetrated the bird.
She walked over to the dead bird and wrapped it in a cloth before slipping it into her basket.
Before heading back she made sure to fill a container of water by the river nearby.
She had to hurry or her skin will begin to melt.
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The sky darkened, all the humans retreating into their homes to avoid the rising demons who are hungry. Douma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the maid half consumed. He stored her away for later when he got back.
He was going to pay a visit to the famous Demonic Witch Mountain.
Surprisingly it was close by, even more, this was the first time he heard of it. If he knew sooner he wouldn't be as bored. He was eager for something to keep him entertained. His fellow 'friends' were far too serious and he was getting tired having his head blown off by that one particular demon. Though it couldn't be helped as he enjoyed teasing him.
With his two fans in hand, he exited the building and headed off into the night.
Being a demon himself it didn't take him long to get there. He was now walking up the so-called mountain. He passed a few lower demons on the way, some of them consuming humans, one of them was recognized as the one who came for his blessing earlier.
Douma probably should've blessed him too.
Douma, of course, turned a blind eye, not caring for their business. And they avoided Douma as they were aware they shouldn't mess with an Upper Moon Demon. Especially when he's the second of the first.
As he walked higher, the temperature began to descend. Even at these temperatures, a demon wouldn't come this far whether there are wisterias or not. But for Douma it was not a bother, you could even be bold to say that he didn't notice the change in temperature. But then again, demons are known for being cold-blooded.
And if a demon can't come up here then how in the world can a human can?
That was what made it all interesting.
Douma has finally reached the snowy point, a cold desert. Douma grumbled knowing that he'll have to get himself covered in this snow. He was aware that snow was an annoyance to get rid of just like blood was.
Fortunately, his curiosity was stronger than his picky preference. He reached flat land and no longer hand to descend upwards. But he had to be cautious of the wind and blowing of snow in the air. This place was a hindrance and an awful place to live. His belief in this began to diminish further and further.
He walked through the snow, glancing around at his surroundings. But all he could see was snow, snow, and more snow. His eyes began to hurt from looking at it all. Just before he gave up something glinted from the corner of his eye. He turned to see where it was shining.
And there.
He spotted a lake that was being illuminated by the moon.
How strange that a lake could exist here?
Quietly he walked over, wanting to investigate. As he got closer he had to halt as he spotted the poisonous color of purple. Even for someone as strong as him, that thing was hazardous. Though he was baffled to see that a home was built. Indeed implying that someone is living here. But who and where are they?
Have they already died?
What a pity.
He scanned the area with his rainbow eyes. But once again he couldn't spot anything. He sighed, maybe he came too late and they have already perished from this senseless world. As he turned he heard a soft tap. He stood still.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Skid
With a swift turn, he spotted a figure dancing on the ice.
(AO3 Note)
Here is the Quotev version of this story. This also serves as evidence of my ownership.
I am shunned and looked upon by society
I am praised and worshiped by society
Just because we are different from society.
So why don't we both turn away from society?
We both hold an inner truth
We both share an inner loneliness
So why don't we both hold each other's hand and dance upon this ice?
Let our figures be engraved and last for many years to come
For you are my only one