by Mindshred on Sat Apr 08, 2017 9:44 pm
Iuchi Tareef sighed as she returned to her tent. It had been a long day, and something she had eaten - most likely one of those disgusting ocean-bugs - was disagreeing with her stomach. One hand pressed to her stomach, she pulled back the flap of her yurt and debated whether to undress for the night or sleep in her clothes. The latter would be less comfortable, but the former would result in far less embarrassment if she had to run outside to empty her stomach.
"...we can help with that..."
Tareef looked up, from side to side, her brow furrowing as she sought the source of the voice. "Hello? Is someone there?"
"...kekekekekeke... do you not recognize the voice of the kami, shugenja...?"
The Iuchi's eyes widened as she stared up into the night sky. "The kami? Our daimyo said that we may hear your voices again upon our return to the lady of our ancestors, but I had thought it would be a matter of years, no weeks..."
"...let us ease your burden... give us blood in the way of your ancestors..."
Lips pulling back in a relieved smile, Tareef drew the wakizashi on her hip and cut a deep wound across her hand. Turning it upside down, she closed it into a fist, allowing the blood to drip past her fingers and onto the ground below. "Blood you have, noble kami. What prayer must I invoke for your blessing?"
"...what is... your name...?"
"Iuchi Tareef, daughter of Iuchi Yoosuf and Iuchi Nakheel." She squeezed her hand a bit more as she rested the other on her roiling stomach.
"...give us... your name..."
Tareef's brow furrowed in confusion. "I... I just did, spirit. I am Iu...?"
Before she could finish the sentence, the blood-splattered ground burst apart, causing Tareef to stagger backwards in surprise. Hellish green light blazed upwards from the pit, and a moment later, a clawed hand reached out, closing around the ground. Another hand appeared, and then the demon Tareef had inadvertently summoned pulled itself free of the pit, its bone-wings stretching out behind it. Its back was armored, like that of a lobster, and the top plate curled forward, forming a hood-like shape. There was no head or face beneath the hood, only a sinister red light that radiated an intense heat. The demon's waist was an inky void that spilled out around it like a tattered robe.
Tareef fell backwards, her eyes wide with terror. "H-HELP! JINN!"
The whispers of the "kami" broke out into malicious laughter. "Kekekekekeke! Fooled you, fooled you, fooled you...!"
The demon joined in with the laughter, its voice like and held out its hand towards the woman. "Welcome home, little Ki-Rin." Fire flashed outwards from its palm, incinerating Tareef as her cries for help boiled away into an agonizing scream.