I see that you found my journal, congratulations. If you are reading this then I'm only deducting that you want to learn about my story. Very well, there's a quick blurb few lines down.
I have lived through the whole of the human timeline. I was there when the Tiber was born, when America died, and when the second earth was born. My name has been lost in time, but my title remains forever kindled by fear. I am both the wish-granter and the deathbringer. Souls are my pay and wishes are my trade. My hand has burned down villages, but it is the same hand that saved human civilization. I once saved the world, but the payment was the freedom of three fated children. My home is the tree that seeps black flames. I write this as my end end of a trade. Unless a single thing in the journal is false, your world would be undone.
I was never a child. I died as a stillborn and immediately went to heaven.
Don't pity me, it's disturbing for a devil such as I.
In Heaven, entities or 'Gods' are created by humans and gained their power from faith. However it was during a time of war and conflict between Lucifer and Fujin. I thrived and grew in times of war. My heart followed Lucifer, not Lucifer, himself, but Helel and soon the war was won. I lost my innocence during the war and was sent to the human world to collect souls. However I drifted from my orders and beliefs, but that's a story for another time.
I suppose I never had the childhood experience, but not even my vessel has ever been a child.
My vessel was once my enemy and I enjoyed our quips. Her name, no her surname is now on the same level as evil. I'll tell you her name, Raelin Aero Ariane. There are only nine people who knows her name, but only one remembers.
While you read my journal keep in mind, everything in the journal is true. The journal's credibility will affect your human world. This will cause wars and be warned if this book is destroyed your world will crumble.
However, I will tell my story from another's point of view. She is neither me nor my vessel. Her journey was short, but her findings were ultimate. She was once queen, if only for a short time, but she was once the most important person in all of the Land. Her name is the same as mine, lost in time and glory. But to my vessel, it is but one of two names that sanctifies her hope, Yuki Jigoku.
Starting now, you will read and learn from the eyes of Queen Yuki Jigoku. Poor, poor Queen Jigoku.