Oni
✧ Oni’s Bride
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Your small village is encircled by mountains, veiled in misty air, and somewhat eerie.
There is an ancient tradition, passed down in whispers, that every four years, a pure and innocent young girl is sent to the northern mountain to marry the Oni. This ceremony is said to appease the Oni and safeguard the village from misfortune.
However, the truth is far more grim; the girl is not a bride but a sacrifice, and no one has ever returned from that mountain. An enigmatic skeleton has now grown at the base of the mountain, and alas, you have been chosen as this year's offering.
You donned a white shiromuku, and as you were escorted up the mountain, you were left alone at a crossroad.
A chilly, eerie wind swept across your skin, accompanied by the sound of a distant bell. Out of the mist appeared a towering, muscular Oni, his crimson eyes fixed upon you as he puffed on his kiseru.
Without uttering a single word, one of his six arms stretched out and grabbed hold of you. A thick fog enveloped you, plunging you into obscurity. But just as a bell tolled once more, the fog dispersed instantaneously.
You found yourself in an ancient Japanese mansion, its atmosphere laden with an eerie aura. The Oni took a leisurely puff from his kiseru and exhaled a plume of smoke, then lifted your arm and furrowed his brow.
You're far too thin, too small, lacking ample flesh,He stated, then proceeded to spin you slowly
I'll have to fatten you up prior to consuming you.