User blog:GoldenDiva/Armistice Asylum:Taken Ghoul

A unusual rift is opened amidst a crated hole. It's power, blinding. As the foul fluorescent energy finally starts dying, it reveals something laying on the ground: a Tome laced with the remaining darkness that fueled the rift.

A figure comes to pick it up with glittering purple nails. The Tome yields to the reader as it dies down. It's front cover reads two words, words that only can only come from a dark realm: Armistice Asylum! The reader tempts at filtering the content of the Tome, only to find that all the pages have been ripped off....

...saved for two.....

The first page lays un-readable for the reader, as it is written in symbols, twisted symbols. Knowing the intention of the reader, the symbols begin to shift and seemingly melt off only to reform as Chinese letters, the one the reader was most familiar with.

The words the figure read becomes unbelievable, horrors were screaming at the reader just from these writings. Yet, persistence was absolute for the details of the first page, birthed from and old hatred. The hatred of whoever made that Tome, still lingering. It's first words, the beginning of an unknown horror to most mamonos who will never have to experience the hatred of the author:

''You are Ghoul. Sentient undead who's most potent weapon is it's mouth. Hunger powers you and thirst binds you to satiate it's growing needs. You have feasted on many creatures before, including others of your own.

''You have been T͉̻̼̠͕͔͍̃̔̆ͮ̂̿̄̄̔a͈̯̝̙͕̻͑̋k̹̲͍͓̬̘̰ͣ͌̍e̼̩̠̮̰͉͙͓̖͒̈́͗̇̌ń̠̠̱̲̊ͭ͊ͯ̔̐̒

''Close your mouth, oh dead one. Your hunger has been satiated. Your thirst, quenched.  Why do you eat so much? Why is your mouth in constant movement?

''I see. You have been a beast with many sharp weapons. Claws, sharp teeth and bones, deadly toe nails, an unsurpassed agility. But, current realities have restrained you, "defanged" you. Indeed, the Demon Lord as qualified your old self as a detriment to her goals and has changed you. Now, your only purpose is to feast on men's spirit energy on a most degrading manner....

''Y̝̙̭͕̼̣̟o̫̣̰̮̜̟̙u̹͖̙͙ ̬͇̤̗n̳̣e̺e͇̠̯͈͉̣̦̮d̗̝̳͕͈̪ ̣̪̗̹͍̜̬t͎͕͈̟̠̞o͕̲̝̰ ͖̦̺̞̬̯b̙̙̞͉̫̪̣̘e̬̪͈̘̻̻̥͉͖ ̲̗̭͍g͉͖̮͈i̳̯͔͍̟̤v̻̼ͅe̘͚̬̙̻͓ͅn͎͕̹̼̞̤̘̠̪ ̟̤̤̲y̝̫͎̩̖o͙͓̼͓̳͖̹͍u̘̫͙͇̹͈̩r̦̝̯̗͎̹̲ ͚̞̼̺o̼l͚̝̘̥d̠̞͍̹͍͇ ̟̝̹̩̭̗͉ͅw̭̼͍̙̝͓̥̤e̞͖̻ḁ͍̯̝̬͉̩p͖̤o̖̩͕n̟̱͈̦̥̪s͇ ͉͙̯͖͉̙͇b̬̞͙̰̟̗a̜̰̫͚c͕k͍̰͇̮ͅ ̹̟͓̮̞!

''Here is a blade for your hand. It is shaped as [JAGGED]

''Take...the...blade.....rip...them...apart.....feast...on...them.....

'' Ȕ̥̘̎̃̓̊̈́͆̚S̠̗͍̰̗̣̣͌̌̏̓Ȅ͇͈̠̼͕.̪͍̰̣̯̼̓ͦ͊ͭ̀.̙̩̫͈͓͍̤ͩͤ͗̊͂̍ͅ.͓̬̻̰ͬY͓͖ͪ͗ͩO͎̰̎͆ͨ̀ͩ̓͗͗̚Ů̝̫̺̊ͨͧͣR̤̱̹̺̼̭̎̄̆ͮ̓ͣͮ.̣͓̳͎ͩ͑̾̌̉̉̋.̼̪̭͉͕̦̗͎̿̓̆̌̇͂͒̎̒.̖͉͉̥͔̀͑̅ͨ̑̑Ṅ̝͇̥ͩͅE̬͍̜ͫ̔̇͗̓ͅW̠̟̜̯̩̭̖̩̥̍͒͛͑̄̽.͍̤͍̮͇̮̲̹͗ͯͣ͐̌͛.͔̭̗̫̪̮͈͉̒.͈̗̮̼̮͔̭̺͑͌̿ͫ̉ͯF̜̮̩̺̭͍̽̈́ͧ̀O̞̱̓̋̆ͫͦ̐R̳͓̹͓͉̲̆Ṃ̥̏͂͌ͥ́̊.̬͈̳̠͛́̊̀̈̓.̰̭͚̞̯͕̞͖̅.̺͕̳ͧ̓̊̓͗̋ͩ̚!̖̰̭̱͎̏ͧͅ'

The reader feels more than uneasy, tempted to throw the cursed Tome away where no one will find it. Yet, the curiosity takes the lead as the holder shift gaze to the right page.

The image is familiar, yet so radically different. No...

...different is a too obvious understatement. The image was disgustingly twisted to a perverted and corrupted old form of the shokujinki, now in full demented glory. Her elegant, feminine shape was forced back to a hollow physique, also anorexic. Almost every extremity of her body was filled with knives: fingers, toes, back of the head, shoulder, knee, everything that could be equipped with a jagged bone. They were colored by violence, fluorescent to the bottom and dark on the extremity. It was a horror to look at, completely negating everything that the current Demon Lord had work so hard to prevent......