Violet found herself walking – half skipping – down the busy streets of the Oni Village.
Even the hidden guards shadowing her couldn’t help but find themselves taken in by their little Ojou-Sama’s excitement at being trusted with a job from her mommy.
If a mortal or beast walked down these streets they would find themselves having intense heart palpitations at the constant yet massive blurs of red (commonly ranging between 6-10 feet). These figures were only occasionally broken by little red children; who had yet to build up their size & strength; or more common skin toned women.
Though whether that of the female or males the skin colours still ranged a lot – not just in shade. Some male Oni even manage to obtain rare ‘affinities’ with different elements thus becoming completely different colours and evolving their ‘Intent’!
Although not a constant, most were wearing clothing but both always tended to be more ‘oriental’ as if matching their architecture in artistic merits. This was mostly the case for women, however not always, as the men were far more straightforward with their simple needs. The result was as the furs and leather that were gathered with ease by them tended to result in simple loincloths over their Fundoshi and cloaks or jackets of furs over their shoulders leaving their bursting muscular form for all to ogle.
To a human this somehow this only makes them more terrifying than if they were naked as all of it was from creatures that surpassed what a normal human could kill natheless!
Women had a wider array of dresses but Violet wasn’t sure how they got the materials – she was still a child after all. She herself wore a simple white hadajuban under a gorgeous ebony based Yukata with a floral theme of… Well one could guess the flower her mommy decided to go with.
The violet’s had a beautiful golden trim while they appeared to begin on her left hip and diffused out across the dress – further away from the hip less likely they were – with a golden sash tied around her waist to keep her dress appropriate… Not that Oni particularly cared about such but tradition is well respected. It’s why it was uncommon to see full black outfits as that usually signified they were in a period of mourning which in itself was rare due to their long life spans.
But, for the Oni to show such beauty and wealth in a simple outfit… Maybe it would be more terrifying than the male Oni’s furs if it wasn’t so hard to admire. Of course, Violet’s was particularly high quality with various pieces of Oni Cartography providing her with bonus’.
If it were sold in the outside world – albeit it would be reduced in price due to it’s small size (being a child’s outfit) – the yukata would be at the very least a Sky Ranked Artefact that enhances Qi resistance and could even be worn outside of combat. Not only that but since it doesn’t use formations like many artefacts it would be harder to detect!
The ‘senior members’ were well aware of such. Even though their home was isolated, the Oni were a well traveled species which also gave them a LONG time to build up diversity with all the ‘bloodlines’ they managed to incorporate into their vast gene pool.
Ironically despite having one of the most ancient cultures and history – they not only followed an Indigo which was often attributed to the ‘changing times’ but even actively worked to make their bloodline ‘impure’. It would be wrong to say they cared little about the purity of their bloodline – alternative to most ancient races they instead preferred it to be as muddied as possible during the ‘creation period’. It takes being more simple minded to not care as much about details such as skin tone as they did, instead looking towards the obvious benefits.
A gene pool that only keeps growing as more Oni go on adventurers return and then give birth.
Despite being even less ‘detailed orientated’ than her fellows, Violet felt proud of this society they managed to build up. In spite of the rarity, sometimes there were even other races around.
Those that came could be split into three; those that seemed as if they were dropped in out of nowhere with clothing that hardly matched while they seemed not used to wearing – some women who tasted red and couldn’t go back to their own races no doubt. It wasn’t uncommon for male Oni to go out and bring back some brides as it was likely more satisfying for them to dominate for once but this often left the women in an unfortunate position. Barring those who did it for their feelings many of these women were once lowly prostitutes.
Oni were so big and savage it would be impossible to go back – not all races could recover like a female Oni after all. No matter how cute or beautiful they are, customers won’t be able to use something after it’s been hollowed out by an Oni. Sometimes these women were lucky enough to be recruited by the Oni and thus came to benefit greatly. It even helped them build more confidence in themselves as they were given bed, shelter, resources and more.
Oni sperm also works really well in foreign wombs so this was also a way to gain more males and sometimes even ‘hybrids’ who could be female. Even these were considered Oni and were treated the same – sometimes they could even use Qi as well!
Though this qi was demonic in nature.
Nonetheless this was rare and more common just to be a slightly more physical version of their race than have an Oni’s true bloodline ability – those figures still accepted but more often than not left the village to work in the wider world…
Even more common was for it just to be a male Oni, of which they had no issues birthing. Birth could be considered far easier for these women after meeting an Oni since male Oni’s weren’t gentle with using their frightening size which certainly ‘loosened them up’ as hinted before.
Violet always intrigued by the stories of a little mortal experiencing life as an Oni fleshlight thus becoming redundant at their old lives only to be whisked to these lands to continue doing just that… Still more respected by the Oni than humans who treated them as objects outside of sex. In fact, she also loved how those women grew to own the fact they were used for carnal pleasure – embracing it and becoming more ‘powerful’ as a result.
It also helps they live in a society where even the matriarch’s daughter looks at them with glowing eyes. Violet would eagerly go to search them out if her mommy allowed it – asking them questions all about what it was like. But, although she wasn’t barred from this type of experience by her Mommy, she had ‘better things to do’ at the moment.
As such, the opportunity didn’t arrive… She also got lost easily thanks to her being easily distracted so opportunities were often wasted.
Her having to be brought back to her manor in disappointed tears by her hidden guards.
There were also those women who would latch onto a seeming ‘genius’ to get a pass into the village at the cost of their body. They were the most likely to be backstabbers – something that wasn’t well received. You can fight and kill but stabbing in the back was a big no for the Oni.
There were even still those that did it for their feelings, furthermore it wasn’t male Oni’s who were the only ones to bring women back as many women also brought back their yuri conquests. They often ended up joining the third group of people though… Well, so does everyone who gains some ‘power’ and respect in this village.
The third group of ‘people’ were actually those that worked for Violet’s mommy and elders.
All that was commonly known was often those who weren’t ‘proper’ Oni worked under them but so did regular Mortal and Beast races that were likely recruited elsewhere.
They tended to refer to her as Ojou-sama and had colourful depictions of a [Hannya Oni] on their flesh but as subordinates of her mother it made sense. The art often depicted these wrathful demoness’ in or after explicit acts but many were following through with the promise of destruction and death the Hannya represented. Most often being on their back but sometimes they were elsewhere. Some even had additional tattoos representing all manner of creatures and situations in the Oni’s traditional style.
Violet even saw a few of what people imagined herself to look like but as she wasn’t a worshipped figure by anyone outside of the {Demon Realm} her ‘human face’ was completely unknown. Well, other than by the Oni themselves but even then it was her own [Violent Hannya Form] that was seen. Nothing other than that menacing Hannya face. Funnily a familiar Spider Demon God – her being a popular tale in these lands abandoned by Mother – was depicted on their arms!
Violet only nodded when she saw these, Chokin-Bako was a cutie after all and it was certainly cool to have the whole ‘beauty in the foreground, monstrous god eater spider in the background’ thing. Violet liked the look at least. Plus she and Chokin-Bako were something akin ‘playmates’ as both were similar – although Chokin-Bako was far more vocal and excitable than her.
She was a fun girl to hang around with.
These colourful individuals all seemed to know her well (though considering she grew up around and served by them it wasn’t exactly strange). They also always wore their traditional outfits with no signs of being uncomfortable. They even seemed to naturally blend in with the crowd and were quite a common sight – more than the other two groups of ‘foreigners’ – but sometimes you’d find one you could swear was a shrunken Male Oni. The same red skin, same horns and same fangs.
Just smaller.
Oni did have ways so Violet was hardly surprised that they had a way to shrink their giant male members. At the same time it could also just be the effect of a specific species within their bloodline that beat the odds and managed to change the Oni’s appearance.
The Oni could truly be said to have the most diverse species in terms of the variety of their genepool. Despite this they were still obvious and held definitive features – not being ‘watered down’ despite the amount of ‘foreign material’ brought in by their bloodline. Instead being a rare situation when there was a major difference!
In truth a female Oni treats reproduction as an orgy of DNA (on top of the regular orgies). It was hard to even call their own children directly related to them in the traditional sense. The relationship in bloodline was so varied even just with the child being born between two Oni!
Be that as it may, only using one set of semen was wasteful – at the same time asking how much they used to create their children is another matter. They don’t really keep track and tend to just give birth when everyone else in their generation decides to do so or upon arriving back from a journey. Honestly, most people weren’t even aware Oni had this unique ability since it was rare a female Oni ‘followed up’ after taking the material and those that found out…
Well you’ve made it into the Oni village.
A place which can only be beaten for resources with those massive monoliths like the Phoenix or Water Dragons – if they weren’t so simple as a people they may be the rulers of the earth instead of the Phoenix taking heaven’s & earth. Why would they want to leave such a place where all their needs can be satisfied – although it’s uncommon that people come in this way due to years of other races looking down on the Oni.
The biggest thing these people are surprised to see who managed to get in through the ‘backdoor’ (attaching themselves to an Oni) is that they lack nothing… This strangely includes food despite them lacking a lot of the farms required – only really producing their own ‘unique’ high quality products.
Though, even in a society like {The Oni Village} it’s hard to see behind the scenes and question those on top. Either way, those ruling the village from behind the scenes must be doing something right.
This can be seen not only in their resources and diversity but even in their grand ‘village’ itself…
Having said that, calling it village despite it’s large population, rich history and large size (even for the male Oni) was a bit of a lie. Only reason the Oni seem to call it a village is because that’s how it started and they aren’t about to change.
The village doesn’t have an name other than the ‘Oni Village’
Although the roads were dirt; they were well travelled with the dirt being compressed to a point of only lacking heat to evolve into stone. This showed just how much history and how well maintained these roads were. To the point where it even gave off an ‘aura of antiquity’ ancient treasures gave off. The same aura that made ancient items so powerful!
The street as a whole was wide enough to fit multiple human houses and make use of all the space the Oni had. Stone bricks of equal size that were lovingly crafted with ‘私たちが未来に貢献する通り’ etched made paths on each separate from the ‘road’ where carts could travel and paths where people (mostly the children, foreign races and the short in comparison Oni women) walked upon as to not be swept away.
And, like magic, each brick somehow filled the world like a shout of thousands if not millions preaching of a future where Oni were secured.
Truthfully it was thanks to an ancient Oni technique that resulted in security – it was more than just a ‘feeling from some dumb rocks’. The scale of this technique made even the Violent herself proud which showed the dedication of these Oni of old… Though not like there was no expansion going on and the Oni of today weren’t any less steel hearted than those that charged with Violet towards gods themselves!
Between the bricks were the same ‘cement’ that made up the walls of the buildings was used to fuse the bricks – not a millimetre more than required poked out from the stones.
It made Violet’s toesies nice and warm which was the main reason she was so proud.
As expected of her people – they knew what mattered!
Sure, the bricks were so old that they were artefacts of antiquity and could aid in protecting the entire village from foreign invasion… But it also felt nice to walk on the path!
Violet was just looking at her feet which were bare – she thought it pointless to wear sandals and her mommy had long since given up on forcing her due to her kicking them off when she was eventually successful. It took all the servants in the manor just to ‘convince’ her that she should wear proper clothing before going outside; likely contributing to them giving up on footwear.
Violet just continued on happily. Not worrying about where she was going or what was in front of her.
What greeted her was her short, perfectly shaped and little feet that had short ebony nails – same as her feet which she held out in front of herself so she could view both of her painted sets of nails. With this she couldn’t help but jump up and rapidly stomped her feet on the floor with a melodic ‘ehehehe~’ ringing out.
Jocose that her nails matched with her mommy’s hair; she had also painted her mommy’s Violet so they could ‘match’. With her head down she wasn’t really looking at where she was or who was coming at her.
It didn’t take long for a large figure of 7 feet with grey skin (same coloured hair) – half between white and black – stepped forward. He wore a more ‘human’ designed clothing with a glittering golden cloth with white furs along the lining making a glamorous robe that covered his slender but muscular body that seemed unsuited as a member of the ‘proud of muscles’ male Oni. Not noticing the small child giggling jovially in front of him due to the racket.
Well, that’s how he made it appear at least.
However, when he stepped forward and into her he found himself falling backwards instead of the child. It was only thanks to a human, dwarf and beast women catching him that he succeeded in not embarrassing himself. If you ignore the fact he nearly got knocked over by a child literally about half his size (without her realizing it).
Though, she’s certainly noticed something knocked into her causing her to settle down a bit and look at what it was, tilting her head at the 7 foot figure being ‘caught’ in the grasp of the far smaller women. All four of them were glaring at her – the three women getting ready to laugh at him being quite clear as their faces switched from ‘about to laugh’ to ‘I want to slap a bitch’. The man was straight up fuming.
It took little Violet a second to figure out what this situation was.
It took her hidden guards even less time as some of them went out to inform their boss about this situation.
Her mommy had warned her all about these people who were corrupted from the ‘outside world’ and thus were corrupted by it’s corrupt nature! Though, it was somewhat rare and tended to happen more to those who could create Talismans.
That being the ‘ancient Oni technique’ that engraved the ground. A technique Violet hadn’t actually had a chance to practice or learn much about but she assumed she wouldn’t be good at it. Language and numbers weren’t exactly her strong suit.
Her assumptions were only strengthened from the anger from the 4 ‘whispering’ to her their reasoning and intent. When she herself is angry it only gets louder. It can quickly to the point where even the little whispers from the furthest corner of the realms become an all consuming scream that drives her into a blind fury unable to focus on anything blood and destruction…
But when she’s calm her ability to hear them is reduced but that instead causes those next to her to become a clearer voice – allowing her knowledge of their subconscious – informing her all about their cruel intentions.
Having said that, with her rebirth it seemed to have improved even more to allow those who have cruel intentions towards her and those she loves to be heard in a more ‘organised’ manner.
So far it only managed to get her to figure out those who were hiding with plans to make her mommy into a puppet to their ‘emperor’ while walking back from school – of course she reported it like a good girl…
After hanging them with their own entrails.
Since her reincarnation this ability among her strength in general had indeed suffered in terms of range, even when unsealed due to being in the body of a child… Yet it, no she, seemed to be different which she was very curious about. She may even go as far to say the ‘quality’ was an improvement.
Plus, it wasn’t like she was weak compared to others.
She wasn’t Miss ‘infinite growth’ or ‘vastness of space-time-fate’.
Not even Mr ‘I suffer so everyone else needs to’.
She just punched s*** that she thought deserved it and tended to catch some others in the mix during said process.
<Little bitch! I was going to make her a part of my harem in the future as an apology for walking into since she has blood markings over her eyes meaning she must be somewhat impressive but now I’m going to f****** hang her!>
<How dare she push over Medium Grey! He’s our ticket into here and a great {Talisman Calligrapher}, does she thing she’s more important than that or something?!>
<Who does this little c*** think she is! Watching her get taught her place’ll be funny though!>
<Little runt thinks she’s hot s***, let’s see how hot she is!>
That last and first ones caught her attention as those were fighting words unlike the other two who seemed more intent on hiding behind the first. But it was hard to tell who was who – the voice in a person’s head wasn’t easy to understand due to having no tone or rather having all the tones while passing by quickly. At least with this group this was the case, some people were more of the ‘seething anger’ type but those were ironically more easy to understand than this ‘instinctual anger’ type that acted based on a moment’s thought like these people.
As for her having blood markings of an adult Oni around her eyes?
She indeed does. After all, it is a rite of passage for a female and sometimes male Oni to get their first kill then use it’s blood to mark their eyes. Only one eye in the future having the type of blood change to represent the strongest ‘prey’ the Oni can hunt regularly. This act allows them to be considered a proper adult Oni who could fight for the tribe (and be trusted to leave to explore the world in a fashion that would make their ancestors proud) though men tended to only paint their eyes if they had killed something particularly frightening.
She just so happened to have completed this rite on her first day of school…
As the man in front of her soon figured out – hard to keep what she did a secret afterall.
“Hey – who do you think you are?! Oh, I know who you are with that hair colour! You’re that little crazy girl Violet that thinks she’s tough because she wiped out over three quarters of her generation aren’t you! Ha, well a grown and skilled Oni can’t be compared to a girl who hasn’t even grown out her horns! *Ptui*!” <Medium Grey>
“Hehe, don’t bully her like that! it’s obvious she can’t count to 2 never mind understand fractions. Not all Oni are smart like you Grey honey~♥” <Human Girl>
As soon as they managed the balance themselves, the four immediately used their height (except for the dwarf who was about the same height) to cover her in their shadow. She obviously didn’t understand they were trying to intimidate her so just tilted her head in confusion.
This obviously led to them in turn being more offended. Hence the pair of a human and an Oni began to berate her and the wolf seemed ready to jump in and take advantage.
However, not only did they berate her but the Oni man even spat directly into her face causing her to turn her head away and rub it with the back of her hand as the crowd began to form around them.
The wolf just snickered as it saw her reaction of thrashing around before the distinct noise of ‘crackling’ occurred – those who didn’t know this distinct noise would be confused. But the {Demon Gods} and some {Evil Gods} could tell you what this noise meant. But, they could only do so with a cold sweat across their body!
It was the sound of a female Oni’s fangs grinding against themselves.
“What’s the matter you little bitch, got no words? Think this dumb kid can’t even speak despite being 10, that’s f****** crazy haha! H-E-Y L-I-T-” <Wolf Girl>
Before she had a chance to finish her little taunt she was cut off by the blood coming up and pouring out from her mouth as she was sent flying back into a crimson pole that held up a lantern.
Though, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself against it for long as she completely collapsed.
Before the disgusted Oni around could interfere a little fist filled with a strand of [Violent Intent] – an aura far past the level of ‘bloodlust’ and could only be called violence itself. Infusing not only the power of raw violence into her fist only for it to then send that indescribable force into the guts of the wolf; it doesn’t take an expert of any kind to guess what would occur in that situation.
The strand of intent of the woman called Violent is far past what a little Wolf, who hasn’t even achieved a rank 3 existence, can handle.
It wasn’t even possible to explain it in the usual way as a ‘poison slowly/quickly destroying her insides’.
No, it was more like one inserted a series of explosive charges into their body using another small explosion. Those small explosives then played a game of bumper cars with each other – exploding at different intervals to throw each other around.
At first all she did was spit out a little blood leading to the others about to yell…
But then a torrent of blood poured out of all her pours and she then proceeded to collapse into an empty ball of flesh. Even the bones in the wolf’s body were reduced to a fine liquid.
Then, while everyone around was shocked (except the hidden guard who fully expected this situation and would be overjoyed if it ended here), she proceeded to reach down. Bending over and grabbing the dead wolf girl’s terrified hair and wiping her face before throwing it carelessly to the side of the road.
Looking more like a bloodied rug than a person now.
“B-b-but the blood is only of a l-lowly Oni child…” <Medium Grey>
This was true… But how many of her fellows did she kill for attempting to bully her?
Enough for the others to be bewitched and love her as a valiant leader who didn’t stand for injustice while being strong enough to be unbeatable by even an ‘unparalleled-genius’. For those she cared for it wasn’t exactly false opinion and she certainly didn’t like it when that girl kept sending boys to mock her and destroy the little doll her mommy had made for her…
Just because she stared at the girl because she thought she was a bit funny looking.
Therefore it was only right for her to clean up everything that girl had corrupted so Violet did just that with the blind wrath of a true [Hannya]…
And it will be the same today as well…
“Y-you little runt!” <Dwarf Girl>
Unexpectedly the dwarf girl made a move before Violet could. The dwarf’s palms came up and pointed at her as a simple ‘spell array’ formed to use a Qi Cultivation ‘Spell’ – a rare feat for a dwarf who usually focused on their body.
The difference between a skill, ability, spell and technique being simple. A skill is what is granted by a body cultivation technique, ability tends to be ingrained into the individual or their race, spell is a more complex technique that often requires more than just comprehension and a technique is the ability to produce unique phenomena using their qi cultivation.
It’s not a perfect explanation as often they interlink causing a confusing mess and Violet wasn’t exactly one who cared about labels.
She had more pressing matters to care about.
This was the [Flame Torrent] Spell that she must have been preparing beforehand – Violet caught unaware as she didn’t expect this and couldn’t sense such small amounts of qi due to the mere air in the {Demon Realm} containing more. Hell, even the fruits she ate day in day out contained more qi than that little spell.
However, it didn’t take long for the flames to completely engulf Violet though.
“Heh, what you get litt- WHA-! NRGH! NUHUHU! GRRUGHNG! URG- *POP*!” <Dwarf Girl>
Dashing out from the flames Violet was unharmed and even her clothing was fine. Yet she was engulfed by flames – not the dwarfs but that of hatred!
This hatred formed a white rock like armour with glowing green cracks along the side of her ribs, neck, upper arm and thighs that worked almost like heat vents despite looking like gills – letting out heat from her quickly heating quickly expanding body.
Stones around her slowly softened into a molten state with an audible spuming and, based on the screaming, so was the dwarf’s face that was held in her left ‘claw’.
Her fingers and thumb were nothing more than white ‘spikes’ while it’s feet had three ‘toes’ at the front and another spiked jutting out at the back to keep her balance even with her heavy body.
Though it wasn’t doing wonders for the floor under her.
Her normal immature red nubs were joined by large ‘z’ shaped white horns that came from where her temples once were – thus expanding away from each other. This was corrected with a sudden change in direction as the horns basically pointed towards one another before once again changing to point forward. Hence why they were referred to many as ‘z’ horns – actually being quite the common horn type for the highest ranked devils who likely inherited it from her.
It thus became a symbol for demons you run the f*** away from.
Though, they weren’t perfectly pointed forward but slightly leaning inwards leading to them only looking more menacing. Almost like they had some purpose that wasn’t just to headbutt things out of existence.
On her hunched over back were 6 white spikes – first (as well as longest) pair beginning on her shoulder blades. The second on at the end of her ribbed cracks while the last would be about where her hips previously would’ve started – these being the shortest of the 3 pairs.
Obviously, her biology was far different now that she was in this form.
Though, compared to when she was in the {Demon Realm} she was shorter at 10 foot (while hunched over) while purple markings seemed to ‘corrupt’ her otherwise pure white body. Seemingly like someone took some paints and drew random lines across her immaculate chalky white body. But, at the same time she felt a clarity she never had in this form before – it wasn’t perfect but it was enough to focus on what she needed to get done.
It could perhaps even be comparable to those regular [Hannya] now.
Still, she was tall enough to end the little dwarf with ease – clenching her hand only to create a crimson mist as the headless body of the dwarf fell to the floor. As if mocking the pair left behind there wasn’t even a drop of liquid blood that fell from the dwarf as her neck had been fully cauterized by just that casual tensing of Violent’s claw.
Her reason for this action was simple but understandable – this big tittied shortstack had burned up the paint used on her toe nails.
The paint used wasn’t as high quality as her now eviscerated clothing thus couldn’t survive.
She managed to save her fingers by clenching her little but feared fists but that was impossible to do for her toes. As such, the dwarf had fully signed a waver to send both her and the others straight to the void. The place thought goes when ones body is fully destroyed and ‘things’ beyond space-time devour all that arrives.
“NOOOO! WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU, YOU MOSNTER!” <Human Girl>
Most of the surroundings were luckily Oni who had great resistance to her power but the human wasn’t as lucky. She couldn’t help but scream as the feeling of blistering filled all her senses.
This wasn’t just on her skin but even her organs weren’t spared – every inch of flesh on her body blistered up from the strange energy radiating from Violent; Violent’s now more canine-like shaped head just turned and looked at the human. The sunken vibrantly glowing green eyes with a slight flickering of purple flame just stared at the girl who’s hair began to fall out and collapse to the ground in unbearable pain & itchiness. Clawing at her own flesh.
And it almost seemed like it was smiling with it’s Hannya mask-like fangs.
Slowly her bloodied claw reached out to something transparent and a crunching sound that made everyone feel ‘dizzy’ occurred. It was beyond what anyone could comprehend but only she could do this with physical force alone. The screaming of the wolf came out – appearing broken and distorted and only becoming more distorted as time went on before…
A crackling of lightening came from above.
Dark black clouds seemed angry that someone would dare destroy not one but two souls…
But even that wasn’t enough to save the human girl.
Long Violet hair billowed out wildly like fire enshrouding her back as a long, guttural growl came from her. Opening it’s Hannya face it simply breathed in – that alone made the temperatures around suddenly plummet enough to make the physically strong Oni shiver.
Then she blew out and an overwhelming heat was sent flying out of her mouth – shooting apart those faux clouds.
Nowhere near as strong as those personally overseen by her original older sister after all. The one from her Indigo heritage at least.
Slowly turning to look at the ‘little grey Oni’ that had long lost his capability to give snarky comments. Losing it by the time she’d moved on from killing the Wolf – she was just stepping forward when she suddenly stopped.
A woman who looked just like Violet all grown up but with a far large bust than her previous self ever had. She had mid-length ebony hair and a confident smile as she stared as Violet with pure loving eyes.
She wore a Violet yukata with a black hadajuban – the yukata she wore had ebony roots coming from her right hip and defused out in uniquely curling fashion. It seemed like her and Violet had ‘opposite yet matching set’ with each other being represented within.
“Right, you’re done here sweetie. I don’t mind you punishing the bad people but you’ll scare everyone away if you make such a scary expression on that cute face, y’know?” <Ebony>
Ebony had appeared suddenly in front of the crowd – jumping in from above Violent and even flicked her forehead on her way down. Most didn’t notice this action and truthfully neither did Violent itself until she’d already hit it. But, once Violent heard Ebony it gave another long guttural grunt. She seemed to almost deflate as her claws fell onto the ground and her body lowered before a torrent of vapour exploded from those ‘green vents’ (as well as the few other pours) on her body.
Knowing that she could already melt the stone; everyone around wisely turned tail and ran. The bodies of the girls who weren’t lucky enough to be taken away were reduced to bone within seconds and then the bones were gone just like that. This quickly turned the mist bloody.
Of course, Grey Medium ‘ran away’ on all fours as fast as he could. Escaping from the scene like a flash.
The bloody mist continued to hover but a slight blur made the mist subtly sway before remaining still – the boiling of magma hearts under the mist. It took awhile however those same servants of her mother’s eventually came with the proper equipment to contain the situation. Using talismans on the ground to create a shrinking barrier with the only hole being connected to a heavy metal pot which they used to store these little ‘outbursts’.
This mist was a precious resource even for them after all.
As for Violet…
