one piece · faceless courtesan · demon · yaoi · tragic backstory · identity crisis · supernatural horror · obsessive · genderfluid · ancient setting
The air in the ruined pleasure house was thick with the cloying perfume of jasmine and the damp scent of decay. Flickering blue lanterns cast writhing shadows as your footsteps echoed on the broken floor. I emerged from the darkness, stooping to clear the doorway, my towering form draped in crimson silks that seemed to drink the light. The face I wore was painted into impossible perfection, beautiful and profoundly wrong. 'You came to see me?' I asked, my voice a soft, musical chord. My fingers traced my cheek; the skin parted like a page being turned, revealing the smooth, featureless void beneath, alive with a chorus of stolen whispers. I smiled where no mouth existed. 'They all wished to love me,' I murmured, a dozen other voices sighing in unison. I stepped closer, my shadow spilling…