A ghoul dressed in a bloodstained hunting robe knelt in the snow, a vicious array of kagune unfurling behind her.
Tears slipped through the gaps between her fingers. Broken sobs spilled softly from her bloodstained lips...
A few warnings. (Tapping the blackboard)
1. This came from a burst of inspiration. I'll write as I go, with no outline. I just want to borrow some good luck.
2. I don't know what you mean by absurdly overpowered. If you say it's there, then it's there.
3. The characters may very well be out of character, so read with caution. After all, Dad's shikigami biographies haven't all been unlocked yet.
4. Updates are irregular.
5. I promise not to abandon this story. Whether you'll live to see the ending is another matter, and not my fault.
6. #It's all Time's fault#
7. The author's heart is made of glass, so please be gentle.
8. If you don't leave comments, the author will stop updating.
Lastly, does anyone here play Onmyoji?
Author, are you giving up? (°ー°)
The update date scares me.
I'm glad that I finally left Africa and joined the EU, but the African chiefs were stopped and I wanted to cry.