Thread: Taming the Demon-Lady/Moon

It was a very old legend, one that had been around for almost a thousand years... well that was what the owner, and Head Priest of the once popular Shrine said anyway. Not many people came to the shrine on the mountain anymore, only the old grandfather and the young priestess in training lived there now. The Grandfather was full of old stories, but his favorite was of the supposed Demon sealed deep inside of a Cave. The priestess had never been allowed inside the cave, and the way in was chained shut and locked tight, though the Iron bars in the entrance where old and rusted, there was no way inside. No way to see if the old stories where really true. The Grandfather knew, he had seen, but he feared the nightmares his granddaughter might go through if she saw at such a tender age. Then again, it might have just have been his overprotective nature, there was really no telling with Priest Kohaku. He was a bit of an enigma even to those who had known him all of his life. Some thought it was the sight of whatever had been in that Cave that had done it, but he was still always willing to tell the story of the Demon who had come from nowhere. Well, seemingly nowhere. It had been powerful, had been able to leap mountains in a single stride, and destroy entire villages with only a sweep of his arm. It had looked remarkably human, but that had not stopped it from trying to destroy everything and anything in it's path. Legend said that it was a Priest, Kohaku's ancestor, that finally managed to contain the Demon in the cave, and force it into crystal, locking it in a forever sleep. As long as the crystal, known as the Subjugation Stone, remained unharmed, untouched, undisturbed... then the Demon would never walk free. For over a thousand years the Demon had remained locked in shimmering blue crustal, looking innocent, pretty even, until you saw that the half open eyes where filled with a desire to shed blood, a deep need to slaughter and kill... a hatred that had forever driven Kohaku mad with terror from months of nightmares. Those glowing golden eyes still haunted the old priests nightmares. It was afternoon, school had been out for only a few hours when the massive tremor shook the earth, nearly bringing the old house and temple down around their heads. Kohaku was laying on the floor, where he'd fallen as the house shook and rolled and pitched from side to side. ... he paused for a moment to make sure that the house wasn't going to fall down before he got to his feet and turned to his granddaughter and apprentice. we have to check on the Demon! he ordered, rushing into the other room and coming back with the keys. He couldn't make it down all those stairs anymore... he had no choice now, she had to go. take the Key and go, do NOT touch the Crystal no matter what! Kohaku ordered, pressing the key into her hands and shoving her out the door. He needed to check on the Tree, which was planted directly over the Demon, suppressing it's powers. It was the wood of that very tree that had originally weakened the Demon enough to be captured, contained, and then placed into the forever sleep. Kohaku didn't dare think what would happen if something happened to the Tree or the Subjugation stone. The Cave itself was dark and frightening, it was wet and the steps where slick and slippery. The young Priestess had to walk for over twenty minutes to make it to the softly glowing space less than forty feet under the spiritual tree. What she saw would no doubt stun her beyond belief. It was a massive structure of almost clear crystal. Only a faint tint of blue. From the looks of things, the crystal was growing, getting larger and larger. In the very middle was a very distorted image until she came across a rather flat place, where his image was as clear as looking through Glass. The creature really was beautiful, wearing ancient Japanese battle robes with long flowing white hair that brushed his ankles. His golden eyes where half open, and though he was completely trapped and immobile and no doubt dead from lack of air and ability to even beat his heart, those hate filled golden orbs seamed to stay completely fixed on her, no matter where she stepped. Those eyes where the things of nightmares, but even worse was the sound that entered the air once she'd gotten a good look at the creature. A cracking sound. From the top of the crystal, buried in the ceiling, to the bottom, also buried, a thin crack shot down, as if cutting the Demon in half. And without any warning, the entire crystal shattered into dust, the Demon remaining frozen, his eyes fixed on her, as if he didn't yet know he could move. That, was not good. This is what he looks like. Link