The Cornwall s Core ️

In the heart of the Heian Era, Daemons rose with unstoppable force , spreading their influence across the face of the earth with most prominence in Japan.

The bonds of shattered harmony unraveled, revealing a world of epic struggles. Mother Nature sought an ideal balance in the world she has created and thus her creation, the bridge between good and evil: Daemons appeared, marking the start of a quest: to restore balance, to rewrite destiny, and to bring peace back to the world.

Yet, in a saga forged in strife, a Celestial Storm gathered, opposing the natural order with valour burning brightly…

<< The Heisei Era >>

< < Wednesday, August 15, 2007, 9:00 PM > >

< < Tokyo, Japan > >

<< Sakura Grove >>

As the sun dipped behind Tokyo's skyline on a mid-August evening, the city prepared for the annual Obon celebration.

Lanterns adorned streets, casting a warm glow upon kimono-clad figures. Families, draped in vibrant yukatas, gathered in parks, their laughter resonating with the rhythm of traditional taiko drums.

The air hummed with anticipation as dancers, adorned in intricate yukata patterns, swayed gracefully to folk melodies.

Against the city lights, the night embraced a joyous spirit, with locals and visitors alike partaking in the Bon Odori dance, weaving through the streets like a river of celebration.

On this enchanted night, Tokyo painted a vivid portrait of cultural unity, honoring ancestors with every step.

Kai Nagano, illuminating the streets with his heart of gold, journeyed through the busy roads at a quick pace, showing off his sky blue yukata and white palms.

“Kāsan! Tousan!” He called out his mum and dad to pick up the pace. “Hurry up! We can’t miss the dance! C’mon, you’re too slow!”

“We're trying, kiddo,” Mr. Nagano replied. “But, you sure do move fast for your age.”

He wasn't wrong. Kai had just turned five years old. But, he could clock out at ten miles per hour on average ratings. It was a feat that was peculiar in itself but was overlooked as a talent of his.

“The night isn't running away, sweetheart.” Mrs. Nagano pointed out. “Taking it slow should be more fulfilling, yeah?”

Mr. Nagano chuckled, realising the true intentions of his better half. “You know, Kai, your mum doesn't want to ruin her makeup and dress. After all, she spent hours staring at the mirror to nail the 'perfect look.' Right honey?"

The family laughed over Mrs. Nagano's internal struggle. It was a beautiful lavender yukata with shades of aqua to add to the overall dazzling nature of the dress. Falling over in an embarrassing bit was not an option for her. Not tonight.

The Nagano family eventually made it on time to tag along with the dancers. Kai's piercing shade of sky blue eyes, complemented by his silver-white hair, gave light to the festive night as he showed off his moves.

It was that period of time he always looked forward to. He, alongside his parents, danced the night away, hoping it would never end.

Life seemed like one of eternal joy and bliss.

But, for how long?

As the Nagano family reveled in the rhythmic dance of the Bon Odori, the air began to feel heavier, and the music took on an eerie, almost discordant tone. Lanterns flickered and dimmed as if struggling against an unseen force.

Hidden in the shadows of a nearby alleyway, a woman draped in obsidian robes watched the celebration with keen interest. Her presence seemed to darken the very space around her, an unsettling contrast to the joyful festivities.

Kai felt another chill, stronger this time. He paused, looking around with wide eyes. “Kāsan, do you feel that?”

Mrs. Nagano frowned, glancing around. “Fee what, sweetheart?”

“The cold… like someone’s watching us.”

Mrs. Nagano smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s just the wind, Kai. Come on, let’s keep dancing.”

As they resumed their dance, a shadow slithered through the alleyways of a district nearby.

Hidden from the vibrant celebration, the obscure corners of Tokyo concealed a nexus of malevolence, a place few dared to acknowledge.

In the clandestine heart of the city, a district known as Azure Meadows thrived in shadows. Its name whispered tales of illicit dealings and dark secrets. Neon signs flickered in the narrow alleys, casting an eerie glow on those who dared to venture into its depths.

Within Azure Meadows, hidden behind a nondescript curtain, opened into a realm of decadence and corruption. The air, thick with the scent of incense and clandestine agreements, betrayed no hint of the revelry transpiring mere streets away.

Deep within the dimly lit confines of the dark district, a figure clad in obsidian robes observed the revelry through enchanted crystals. Her name, whispered in the darkest corners, was Yumiko Kurogawa – a harbinger of chaos and orchestrator of Daemonic ascension.

As Kai twirled under the moonlit sky, the malevolent eyes of Yumiko focused on the unsuspecting family. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she sensed a power emanating from the young boy – a power that could tip the delicate balance between light and darkness.

“Hmm…”

As the last notes of the Bon Odori echoed through Tokyo's streets, a chilling wind whispered through Azure Meadows, carrying with it an ominous foreboding.

Under the soft glow of ancestral lanterns, Yumiko began to recite the incantation. The air thickened with ancient power as she chanted:

“Meikai no tobira, akehanataren.

Yomi no chi yori, reikon modore.

Inochi no ito, meguri megure.

Seimei no wa, futatabi tsumugan.

"

In the depths of the night, Tokyo held its breath, as the lines between the living and the dead began to blur, responding to the mystical cadence of Yumiko's ancestral chant.

“Now, let the real celebration begin!”

In a powerful crescendo, the lights went out. The burning flames reduced to embers. The dance halted. The wind howled upon the graves of the dearly departed.

And, in sinister harmony, the arms of the dead reached out to the world that bid them goodbye once before; they were granted life anew.

The humans were shrouded in disbelief. Their screams made this evident. The people they once loved spawned back to reality. But, not in the way they wanted.

As the technique unleashed by Yumiko's incantation took hold, the atmosphere in Japan transformed drastically. The air crackled with an unsettling energy, and the once dormant shadows now stirred with life.

The revived spirits, once peaceful and joyous, emerged with bizarre distortions. Their forms were twisted and contorted, resembling nightmarish giants and bioengineered monstrosities.