Ask the Scarlet Devil Mansion

Go on!We don’t bite…

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mansion

Not a creature was stirring: the mood was quite ashen;

The stockings were hung by the library shelf,

much to the chagrin of Patchouli’s health;

The fairies were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of yuukuri danced in their heads;

And Flandre in her ‘jamas, and I in my cap,

Curled up near the tree for a long winter’s nap,

Sleeping’s not fun, so with no real intent,

I meandered out to cause an incident.

Away to the window I flew like a bat,

Tore open the shutters and threw out that cat.

The moon now reflecting on new-fallen snow,

Earned a hiss from my mouth, like the sun, my old foe,

When what to my wondering eyes did arrive,

But a miniature boat with eight minions inside,

With a little old leader so calm and so zen,

I knew that old hag must be Byakuren.

More rapid than bullets her minions they came,

And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Unzan, Murasa! now Nazrin and Shou!

On, Ichirin, Kyoko, Nue and Mamizou!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

She hopped in her boat, to her team gave a hoot,

And away they all flew like a tengu en route.

But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight—