There are myriad of reasons to call up the hosts of hell, but all of them come with a cost. Are you willing to pay their toll?
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PROMPTS WHY 1. For power: Imagine what you could achieve with the forces of darkness behind you. 2. For a life: Someone you love needs more time. You're willing to give up some of your own. 3. For vengeance: While you can never strike back at those who've harmed you, you know there are beings that can settle scores. 4. For chaos: Some men just want to see the world burn. 5. For companionship: Don't judge. The world gets lonely when you need a friend...or more. 6. For sex: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 7. For no intent of your own: The accident. You knew you shouldn't have opened that book bound with human flesh. Now your weekend's ruined. 8. Wildcard
WHAT YOU'LL GIVE UP 1. Your soul: At least you'll get to keep it for ten more years or so. Besides, in this economy, it wasn't doing much anyway. 2. Your service: Demonic side gigs! 3. Your heart: You'll never love another. 4. Your body: In the gore way or the sexy way. 5. Your sanity: Do you want to end up at an insane asylum eating flies? Because this is how you end up at an insane asylum eating flies. 6. Your innocence: Interpret this as you will. Maybe murder? Maybe not? Maybe...something else! 7. Wildcard
The origin of all orochi is a serpent boasting eight heads, though some can only claim one to their name. In the darkness blinks a number of eyes, all trained on the Medicine Seller. One, two, three, four -- Oberon counts a pair of six before his mouth thins some, and twists his head to their turned backs. Towards where the entrance once sat.
And of course it's blocked; he needn't see clearly to know one of the heads is flicking its tongue at him in mockery.]
That's seven.
[-- where, exactly, is the eighth head? Was it cut already? Has it not emerged?
Regardless, time is of the essence, and Oberon is not always patient; his shoots his spear into the head behind them, and leaves the Medicine Seller to deal with the rest of the Orochi.]
[ The Medicine Seller grits his teeth, seeing the extra heads. This is going to be quite troublesome, even with the orochi's only means of escape blocked. ]
Damn it!
[ Sword in one hand and more ofuda in the other, he prepares to stand his ground against the serpent, only to double take as he sees Oberon leave him standing one against six. ]
Y-You! Damn it!
[ The Medicine Seller snarls, setting up a ring of ofuda around himself. The seals won't last long against six heads, he can only pray they last long enough for him to discern the Truth and Reason. ]
Truth, the circumstances that lead to your existence. You were summoned by a man to do his bidding.
[Voice ringing out in merry mockery as he takes on his opponent, dodging away from a viper’s strike that would puncture his middle. For a moment, he decides to be a gentleman - and the next spear he summons is driven down into the crown of the head, pinning it into the earth, to keep it away from his overwhelmed companion.
From behind the king, the beast squeals as if every head can sense the other’s agony.]
I just feared you might not appreciate my methods!
[But they are fortunate when the Truth is discerned. One left. The heads, having turned to fury, attempt to slither away from the medicine seller, and towards the one who has hurt them so, all connected by a body that would be a dragon’s in another tale.]
How many do you have left? Quickly now, I hate dancing alone!
[ The Medicine Seller grits his teeth in sympathy as the beast is pinned. The Shape and Truth are found but the Reason... ]
Damn it!
[ The fae king is correct in one regard, the Medicine Seller likely wouldn't appreciate his methods. Shape and Truth, but the only one who could've told them the Reason lays dead in their own home.
More ofuda appear between the Medicine Seller's fingers, quickly thrown to become a ring 'round Oberon. ]
The one person who could've told us the Reason is dead. If there's a ghost, he'll be at the house. [ The Medicine Seller makes a face, like he's eaten something sour. ] Use your methods, it's the only way.
[Huffing in vague surprise when he is surrounded, protected - proof that the Medicine Seller means to be professional to the bitter end. The heads of the beast cannot break the ring, and Oberon simply regards their fangs for a moment]
Very well.
[Voice carrying over the rubble, as the mononoke continues its thrashing]
Orochi, if you would — answer a question for me. Why are you so mad?
[That is what his partner in crime is after, yes? The Medicine Seller needs the Shape of his target, the Truth of their existence, and the Reason for their fury.
Lucky him, then, that no beast or man is allowed to lie to the Fairy King. Even as the creature howls and throws its weight against the circle of ofuda, Oberon watches it with an unblinking gaze, until he has trudged through the demon’s soul and found his answer]
… Really? That’s why.
[Smile falling flat, in a frank moment of disgust]
Eight human offerings to bring back one. You’re just a guard dog, aren’t you?
[The eighth “head”, then, further in the cave. Protected as the summoner had wished.]
[ There's a baring of teeth as the Reason is laid bare, disgust clear on his face as he lets go of his sword, allowing it to hover above his head. ]
Thank you.
[ It's unclear if the gratitude is directed at the Fae King or the orochi, but the somber expression on the Medicine Seller's face point to the latter as his markings slough off of him like paint, taking the patterns of his kimono with it to decorate the stones beneath him. ]
Release.
[ There's a bellow of 'Release!' from the sword, and all at once, where the Medicine Seller once stood is a warrior, who reaches to take the sword as the paint below rises to decorate his skin. ]
Be careful.
[ It's the only warning Oberon gets before the sword gains an almost fluid, whiplike quality and the warrior charges. There's a grace to the way he moves, resembling a dance as he swiftly begins to sever the heads that bar their path, a merciful executioner. ]
The other’s transformation unfolds from the corner of his eye, as he takes to scanning the area for an opening in the cave walls — and he finds it, a shadow just a shade darker than the rest, revealed when the creature starts to twist and flail under the Medicine Seller’s attack.
Something, he notes, something much smaller than the giant orochi, slithers itself further in.
The Fairy King’s own form flashes out of a sight — taking on a much, much smaller appearance, only centimeter’s tall, and on the back of a small moth he shoots through the air like a comet into the hole, disappearing further into the cave system.
His comrade doesn’t like his efforts? Pity.
Then good luck to him, if he dares smash through the walls to find the last head before he can]
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-- Of a sorts.
The origin of all orochi is a serpent boasting eight heads, though some can only claim one to their name. In the darkness blinks a number of eyes, all trained on the Medicine Seller. One, two, three, four -- Oberon counts a pair of six before his mouth thins some, and twists his head to their turned backs. Towards where the entrance once sat.
And of course it's blocked; he needn't see clearly to know one of the heads is flicking its tongue at him in mockery.]
That's seven.
[-- where, exactly, is the eighth head? Was it cut already? Has it not emerged?
Regardless, time is of the essence, and Oberon is not always patient; his shoots his spear into the head behind them, and leaves the Medicine Seller to deal with the rest of the Orochi.]
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Damn it!
[ Sword in one hand and more ofuda in the other, he prepares to stand his ground against the serpent, only to double take as he sees Oberon leave him standing one against six. ]
Y-You! Damn it!
[ The Medicine Seller snarls, setting up a ring of ofuda around himself. The seals won't last long against six heads, he can only pray they last long enough for him to discern the Truth and Reason. ]
Truth, the circumstances that lead to your existence. You were summoned by a man to do his bidding.
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[Voice ringing out in merry mockery as he takes on his opponent, dodging away from a viper’s strike that would puncture his middle. For a moment, he decides to be a gentleman - and the next spear he summons is driven down into the crown of the head, pinning it into the earth, to keep it away from his overwhelmed companion.
From behind the king, the beast squeals as if every head can sense the other’s agony.]
I just feared you might not appreciate my methods!
[But they are fortunate when the Truth is discerned. One left. The heads, having turned to fury, attempt to slither away from the medicine seller, and towards the one who has hurt them so, all connected by a body that would be a dragon’s in another tale.]
How many do you have left? Quickly now, I hate dancing alone!
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Damn it!
[ The fae king is correct in one regard, the Medicine Seller likely wouldn't appreciate his methods. Shape and Truth, but the only one who could've told them the Reason lays dead in their own home.
More ofuda appear between the Medicine Seller's fingers, quickly thrown to become a ring 'round Oberon. ]
The one person who could've told us the Reason is dead. If there's a ghost, he'll be at the house. [ The Medicine Seller makes a face, like he's eaten something sour. ] Use your methods, it's the only way.
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Very well.
[Voice carrying over the rubble, as the mononoke continues its thrashing]
Orochi, if you would — answer a question for me. Why are you so mad?
[That is what his partner in crime is after, yes? The Medicine Seller needs the Shape of his target, the Truth of their existence, and the Reason for their fury.
Lucky him, then, that no beast or man is allowed to lie to the Fairy King. Even as the creature howls and throws its weight against the circle of ofuda, Oberon watches it with an unblinking gaze, until he has trudged through the demon’s soul and found his answer]
… Really? That’s why.
[Smile falling flat, in a frank moment of disgust]
Eight human offerings to bring back one. You’re just a guard dog, aren’t you?
[The eighth “head”, then, further in the cave. Protected as the summoner had wished.]
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Thank you.
[ It's unclear if the gratitude is directed at the Fae King or the orochi, but the somber expression on the Medicine Seller's face point to the latter as his markings slough off of him like paint, taking the patterns of his kimono with it to decorate the stones beneath him. ]
Release.
[ There's a bellow of 'Release!' from the sword, and all at once, where the Medicine Seller once stood is a warrior, who reaches to take the sword as the paint below rises to decorate his skin. ]
Be careful.
[ It's the only warning Oberon gets before the sword gains an almost fluid, whiplike quality and the warrior charges. There's a grace to the way he moves, resembling a dance as he swiftly begins to sever the heads that bar their path, a merciful executioner. ]
One left.
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And Oberon decides he will claim the head start.
The other’s transformation unfolds from the corner of his eye, as he takes to scanning the area for an opening in the cave walls — and he finds it, a shadow just a shade darker than the rest, revealed when the creature starts to twist and flail under the Medicine Seller’s attack.
Something, he notes, something much smaller than the giant orochi, slithers itself further in.
The Fairy King’s own form flashes out of a sight — taking on a much, much smaller appearance, only centimeter’s tall, and on the back of a small moth he shoots through the air like a comet into the hole, disappearing further into the cave system.
His comrade doesn’t like his efforts? Pity.
Then good luck to him, if he dares smash through the walls to find the last head before he can]
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[ The sigh is multi-toned, as if two are speaking at once, and perhaps there are.
The warrior simply shakes his head, feet lifting from the ground to fly through the cave system.
There's no more talk, only grim determination to find the last head before the Fae King. ]