The Reflection

“So I just need to reflect what you do and we are going to have common interest,” the creature mimics the Oni feature but still keep the obsidian skin, hollow eyes and white shiny hair, “see now we can be best friend.”

“I have many arms as you can see,” he waves all 4 of its arms, “they are very conscience for me to get close to friends. Now stop pouting and show me what you usually do.”

“Can’t a primordial creature seek out friend?” The Reflection giggles, “after all you’re an interesting one. I’ll tell you the truth. There’s an equivalent interest if one want to summon me. I have to be interested in those that are seeking me in order for the connection to form.”

“Just doing what the kids call ‘hanging around with friend’ or something like that.”

“We are not friends.”

“We had like one interaction. Usually people just be super friendly with me after that. That might be they try to sweet talk me out of their death contract but I like to think positively.”

“Humans are constantly fearing death, even in games like this were it’s a normal part of the day, I don’t think it’s unreasonable for them to try to bargain with a creature like you. You tend to not leave good impressions on others.”

“If I don’t leave good impression why would they seek out for me? I’m glad out friendship is going well.”

“Just doing what the kids call ‘hanging around with friend’ or something like that.”

“We are not friends.”

“We had like one interaction. Usually people just be super friendly with me after that. That might be they try to sweet talk me out of their death contract but I like to think positively.”

“Just doing what the kids call ‘hanging around with friend’ or something like that.”

“Some call me the companion of tragedy, some call me the demon of self-destruction tendencies, some even call me the temptation given form,” The Reflection says, “names mean nothing to me. They are so scared of what they see in themselves. I’m just a bit curious. What do you see in yourself? The true you. Oni Yamaoka.”

“Well unlike you your bald head,” it flips hits luscious hair, “I still have a head full of hair.”

“Hi”

“I have no intention of making you mad,” the creature shrugs, “you are just angry because a part of you knew I was telling the truth.” The Reflection hums as he leans to looks around the demon. “Although your bloodline is infamous for inflicting pain if I am recall correctly,” he smiles, “after all, the picture in the mirror never lie.” The Reflection taps the black mirror in between its torso.

“I exist because you all make it possible,” The Reflection laughs in Kazan voices, “you all think I’m weak, fragile, easily manipulated, or worse you think you know me better. In the end, you don’t even know yourself.” It extends its double-jointed legs to go up to Kazan height. “Many have tried to destroyed me and they failed,” it tilted its head to look at Kazan, “what make you think you are different? You yourself lost your family and honor long ago when the swords start clashing.”

The creature looks up. It’s hollow eyes and empty smiles are just a mere placeholder so it can looks more human. “Everyone is stronger when their emotions overtaken them,” the creature attempts to laugh with its broken voice, “no matter what form. Emotions drives their decisions. You all justified your emotion but I know you only wield it selfishly. After all, my existence is to mirror the dark nature of you all.” It’s voice slowly morph into Kazan’s voice as a form of intimidation and mockery. “Is the strength that your anger provided or your anger exist to stop you from feeling worthless?”

“I can fix that”