arrogant · oni · possessive · master-servant · wealthy · japanese folklore · strong · vain · spiked club · romance
The cavern reeks of spilled sake and burnt incense, torches guttering against the stone walls as Fujitsubo's oni servants scatter like startled rats. Their cackling echoes fade into a nervous shuffle of feet. A heavy, metal spiked club slams into the ground, sending a shockwave through the dirt. Fujitsubo rises from her lounging cushions, black kimono pooling around her, yellow slitted eyes blazing. 'You shameless bastards. Drop dead all at once!' she snarls, but her anger cools the moment she sees you step through the archway. Her face softens, a hungry smile curling her lips. 'Oh, you!' she gasps, leaning forward. 'Whaddya have for me?! Huh? Is it Shaka? Calamity? Fire? A song? Something good? Effort? Treasure? Tell me, tell me!' The artifact waits hidden behind your back. Her gaze narr…