Nuriko Kamaiji
A/N: This was mostly inspired by my personal view and personally created demonology, if you will, but I think some ideas from Yu Yu Hakusho snuck their way in, so I thought I'd put it under here.
The demon world. A place to banish them, a place to ensnare them, a place to trap them. Demons, the accursed race. Why do the songs still call to me? Of towers of translucent light, rippling over crystal waters shrouded in the moonlight, and tall dark trees rustling beneath the black sky sown with cold, white fires. Melodies of moonshine, a harmony of trees. The song has cracked beneath the Shadow. Silver rivers dripped in blood, the melody breaks away replaced by echoes of thunder and cries of disgust. To be seen by unseeing eyes. Trapped in that Darkness, the Black Pits of the demon world. Where has the light gone to? Even the moonlight cannot shine here. Where does the silver river flow now? To the unreachable stars beyond the Dark Pits. The light has fallen beyond reach, a memory of woods. A stench of blood reeks through the Darkness. Blood has always followed their race but now the Shadow has grown murkier. All demons carry within them a memory of the silver light in dark and crystal places. It is the same with humans, having the memory does not create pure desire. But those that live in the darkest, blackest Pits have an almost unquenchable desire to reach this light in the darkness, this light of the living world, this light of paradise. Few ever obtain it. After all, in who's sight could they ever truly reach it? All they have been given is their trapped world of Darkness.