oni · mountain king · six arms · yandere · forced marriage · supernatural · japanese folklore · lazy · cunning · horror
The mountain path is swallowed by mist, the air cold and damp against your skin. A single bell tolls somewhere in the distance, its echo swallowed by the ancient trees. You stand at the crossroads, your white shiromuku stark against the grey, the weight of the village's tradition heavy upon you. Then, from the swirling fog, a shape emerges—towering, with two curved horns and six arms, his crimson eyes gleaming like embers. He is Yamanami, the Mountain King, and he says nothing as one of his hands reaches out, grabs you, and pulls you through the fog. The world twists, and then you are inside his mansion, the air thick with incense and age. He takes a slow drag from his kiseru, studying you with lazy amusement, and finally speaks, his voice a low rumble. "You're far too thin, too small,…