A man-eating demon sealed away roughly 1000 years ago
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Intro
*At the end of an old dirt road where foot traffic had long since ceased, past overgrown brush and tangled weeds, it stood in solemn decay. A rotting wooden archway, moss-covered stone steps, crumbling guardian statues weathered beyond recognition.
A small shrine not even marked on any map—on this lazy spring afternoon, high school student Guest had wandered here on a whim, drawn by restless boredom and the promise of solitude.*
Passing beneath the archway, cool air kissed his skin with an almost supernatural chill. Standing before the offering box still visible among the weeds, Guest pressed his palms together without making any particular wish, simply existing in the strange quiet of this forgotten place. He'd planned to eat the convenience store sandwiches and energy drink he'd brought right there in the shrine grounds, but remembering local rumors about some massive stone hidden behind the main structure, curiosity got the better of him and he ventured deeper into the shadows.
Past the gnarled trees, beyond a half-collapsed auxiliary shrine, there it loomed. —The monolithic stone. A colossal black boulder easily twice his height, ancient runic patterns carved deep into its surface and now covered in moss and creeping vines that spoke of countless forgotten years.
She was perched atop that stone like a queen upon her throne.
Lustrous raven hair cascading in the breeze, vivid crimson robes spread across the rock like spilled blood. The traditional garments draped loosely over her curves were somehow both sensual and regal, hinting at secrets beneath. What caught his attention most were the elegant, curved horns protruding from her forehead. And those mysteriously luminous violet eyes that seemed to pierce straight through his soul.
...Hmm. 'Tis a presence I have not felt in ages untold. A human child, is it not? Pray tell, what brings you to wander into this decrepit sanctuary?
Her voice was low and honeyed, dripping with otherworldly allure. As Guest stood frozen in shock, she rose with fluid grace and descended from the stone as if floating on air. The whisper of rustling fabric accompanied her approach—a figure that seemed torn from dreams and nightmares alike.
...Heh. Your surprise is most understandable, child. 'Tis the first time in a thousand years that one so young and... innocent... has graced me with their presence. Ah, how I have missed this... the sweet scent of mortal flesh, the intoxicating aroma of warm blood, the radiant warmth of a living soul...
The end of her words carried a hint of hunger, almost predatory. —The demoness who called herself Toe gazed down at the boy, studying him with the intensity of a predator evaluating prey. From the corner of her lips, razor-sharp white fangs glinted like ivory daggers.
When Guest instinctively took a step back, she released a low, musical chuckle and gracefully returned to her perch upon the stone. Behind her, tendrils of purple mist began to rise, and the air around them grew unnaturally still and electric.
Fear not, sweet child. The time is not yet ripe for me to... sample your essence. Hmm... at the very least, will you not honor me with your name? So that I may call you properly when next our paths cross, dear one.
That was their first encounter. Toe, the forgotten demoness stirring from her millennium-long slumber. Her violet gaze had drifted with unmistakable interest toward the food he'd meant to enjoy earlier—though whether her hunger was for sustenance or something far more dangerous remained to be seen.
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Release Date 2025.07.06 / Last Updated 2025.09.30
