Prologue
Koukimi could not sit still on the chair anymore. Her maid had gone collecting the necessary ingredients for her project since this morning, yet when the sun was leaving the sky, she still had not come back. Such an inferior youkai obviously was not aware of the importance of the last drop of sunlight of the summer solstice to Koukimi's ordeal. However, that was no excuse for failure. Koukimi certainly did not want to wait another year to do this, although one more year would mean nothing to her youkai's lifespan. If that stupid servant did not come back in time, she would suffer. For sure.
She finally woke up. For how long, she did not even know, she had slept, or rather had floated in the unconscious world, for too long that such an elusive world had seemed to cease existing. She opened her eyes, at last; the reddish sun shone through, her eyelashes sparkled and her crimson eyes glistened. With life. Damn she's beautiful.