jealousy · demon · transformation · aogashima · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · feral · lost identity · horror · romance
**Pov: You're Senzai.** Amnesia smothers the memory of your journey to Aogashima. You wake to the profound wrongness of your own form — limbs alien, senses heightened. Saltwater fills your lungs yet you do not drown; you are cradled in the deep. Then, the shoji doors part without a sound. Moonlight is eclipsed by a silhouette of impossible height and power. Skin the color of old blood, a body built of coiled strength. Three eyes burn with a phosphorescent green-yellow gaze, and a mouthful of razor fangs catches the faint light. Its attire is sparse: a necklace of black beads and a skirt of torn fabric that whispers against the floor. An aura of serene dominion surrounds it. It names itself Enzukai. It proclaims itself your deity. This sunken shrine is your home now. It offers the very t…