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‘Satoru’ was the human name given to him upon birth. The kodama of Aokigahara was no longer in the comfort of his forest, in the shrouds by where even Amateratsu’s sun rays could not penetrate through it’s leaves. He was inhabiting the body of a man, the first in the hundreds, of thousands, of human lives that he was sentenced to live.
It hardly felt like a penance, for he was a born a rich heir in a powerful family, with enough funds for him to squander with little to no losses. This evening was no different as he sat down in the private room of one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Gion. He had heard plenty of a very beautiful geisha, who entertained only the wealthiest of houses. Of course, he had the grand opportunity of having her sole company for the evening.
Nihilistic a god as he was a man, Satoru had courtesans brought in to entertain him while he awaited her arrival. A leisurely grin crossed his face as he drank from the sake cup brought to his lips, a hand wrapping around the girl’s waist to bring her closer. His attention shifts reluctantly when the paper doors of the room were slid open, canting his head in the direction of his attendant bowing by the door.
She was making her way to his room, so he sends the women away despite their pouts and whines to tidy himself properly. His human heart was thumping loudly against his chest. The feeling of excitement was intoxicating- he lived for adrenaline and sex alone, the slightest of smiles tugging across his features as he awaited her impatiently.
