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Post by Taki no NPC on Oct 19, 2013 0:29:22 GMT -5
A deep silence hushed even the wind. The moon had finally turned a new cycle, and the stars had been blotted out by forces beyond human comprehension. Only the flickering embers of dying torches provided any sort of light to the copse, and most if it was focused on a stone altar that ascended thirty feet into the air. At its base stood the shadows of humanity; people who were too evil, too disgusting, to be called homo sapien.
They were the Botsu, and tonight was their night to celebrate.
One shadow peeled itself from the massive horde. A cloak of tanned hides painted in complicated drawings hid the shape of the body beneath, and a great black mask of painted bone fashioned in the likeness of a demon hid the face. Delicate, soundless steps made their way up the shaded stair, and when the figure reached the top, it was greeted by seven other faces, each one cloaked and masked differently.
Slumped on the ground was a bleeding man, a sword in his gut.
“Tonight we come here to pay homage to the Kurokami,” said the demon-masked Botsu. His voice was raspy and overflowed with religious passion.
His seven brothers and sisters repeated the verse, and then the shadow gathering below.
“With the sword that killed Seiryuu the Blue, Dragon God of the Land of Waterfalls, I send you into the night to rape and to feed and to kill as much as your heart desires.”
A hand extended from the cloak, pale and veiny. It wrapped around the red hilt of the katana lodged in Sebone’s stomach and ripped itself out, ushering a geyser of blood to dye the stone ground red. The dead Botsu did not so much as twitch. His life had faded away hours earlier, his end brought on by blood loss. “And now we feed.”
The seven members of the Ghost Council grabbed Sebone’s corpse and stripped it of clothes. They then raised and placed it on the altar, and the flickering embers of the torchlight revealed the fuuin that covered his body.
“And now, my brothers and sisters, we welcome the newest member of the Ghost Council,” the demon-masked Botsu preached, “Botsu Touboku.”
A shadow appeared at the edge of the altar’s zenith, a hand throwing back the hood that masked his face.
“Eat,” the Botsu commanded.
Touboku nodded and approached the body. An old hand reached out and touched the fuuin on his temple while the other performed a single hand seal. The seven other members of the council also performed a kata, unsealing the chakra stored in Sebone’s corpse. It flooded Touboku, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced, better than any orgasm and touching him deeper than any woman ever had. Power filled his veins, lightning ran down his spine, and fire filled his belly as an unbridled force ran through him.
The demon-masked Botsu placed a white pharaoh over Touboku’s head and a painted cloak around his shoulders.
“Welcome to the council, brother.”
The shadows echoed the promotion.
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