#oni dbd

The vast expanse of gloomy forest of the realm. The ever so slight breeze that caught its leaves carrying a voice, Her voice. It was a contrast to the glistening night sky filled with different hues. To finish the work of art were the stars that dotted every inch. It was Kazan's favorite thing back home. Now it was a life line, a place he longed for.

Death had refused him. Now he is something worse than he was in life. Transformed into the very creature his very life’s path led him to, something he hated. He was The Oni, Oni-Yamaoka. He definitely deserved what he got in his afterlife. His righteous journey to purify the samurai failed. It became a source of rage that carried well beyond the grave.

Kazan Yamaoka was nothing short of a monster. The mask of a devil so often fused to his face reflected his rage. He failed his family, his son, his wife. He more often saw reflected the devil than the family man he wanted to be. The crumbling facade of the Yamakoa estate was evidence enough to prove that he was nothing more than what he saw.

The curse never ended with him either. The reflection he saw carried a heavy burden as it picked up another similar face, his distant granddaughter, Rin Yamakoa. Her reflection appeared next to his. Just as broken and rageful as his own. There was only one difference between her and himself. He was what he made himself, a demon, a monster. She was made into this through pain and suffering that someone else had inflicted upon her. It was his fault she was made to be like this. He caused the curse to fall upon the Yamakoa name.

This weight sat on Kazan’s heart heavily. It created even more rage within himself. The hatred tore deep chasms where love should have been. He had a choice in life to choose to love, to choose to be something else. Yet he still failed in death to choose love. Rage was one of the only emotions that felt right within his stone cold body. He was rage incarnate set to seek out the weak and destroy it. He was to snuff out all hope and replace it with both fear and pain. That was his purpose. He was not here in this realm to make friends. He simply was a play thing to the entity, a muse to her sinful games. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet in all her cruelty, the entity gave Kazan something to care about, his distant granddaughter. He loved her even when she could not stand her. He wanted to take the pain away from her, remove the trauma that was forced upon her. He wanted his distant grandson, Rin’s father, to pay for the pain and tears that he inflicted upon her.

In life, Kazan was not the type of man that should have ever been blessed with a son. Knowing that he would have failed as a father, causing him more pain than his life should have held for something so precious. He may not have been able to protect Rin in life but he would see to it that no one would cause her harm here, not anymore.

He longed to reach out to her to remove the glass that serrated her skin. To heal the wounds that held memories of pain. He longed to be a better person in this so-called afterlife, even if it was only for her. Only if it were to fill her chasm of pain and not his.