Prologue: In a Far Away Era
Many, many years ago, there was a majestic castle hidden among tall pine trees of feudal era Japan. In that castle lived the young Half Demon Dog lord of the western lands. His father had just passed on from old age and left the castle to his son. Although the lord had everything he could possibly want he was cruel, bitter and had a very selfish temperament. The many men and women who served under his rule in the castle were frightened of him and did everything in their power to please him.
One cold winters night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offer the lord a beautiful, pink jewel in exchange for shelter from the merciless falling snow. Disgusted by her haggard appearance, he growled and demanded she leave his presence at once. Ignoring the old woman's warning of something to do with true beauty, the tall oak doors began to swing shut. When the young lord began to stalk back to his sleeping quarters, he was thrown back on to the stone floor from the violent wind that forced the doors open. The prince looked to his intruder with an unimaginable rage but soon turned into a fearful awe of what was before him.
The old wench he saw had transformed into a beautiful priestess with a pale porcelain face and long, flowing ebony hair. She wore the general attire of one with her profession, but her clothing shined with the bright light of something much more powerful. She stared at him with brutal scowl on her full red lips, as if to burn a hole through his soul.
He cowered at her perfect feet, showering her with apologies with a terrified look in his golden eyes. She paid no mind to him, still staring him down. She refused his now kind words and spoke to him of a curse that would come upon him and all of his disciples in the castle. Once she had seen that there was no source of love in his heart, she thrust the palm of her hand forward, sending him flying back.
A terrible pain engulfed him and he screamed in agony, falling to his knees. He watched as his long nails grew into sharp claws and his silver hair tangled beyond any form of brushing. He saw his face in a puddle of melted snow on the stone floor and shuddered at his appearance. His eyes were now a bloody red with ice blue irises. Long purple scars burned on to his cheeks and his already dangerous K-9 teeth elongated into dripping fangs. He turned to see his servants transformed into various demons, all bearing his crest on their wrists. The priestess stared at her work in satisfaction and silenced him when he began speak. The only thing he could do was watch as she told the details of the curse.
He would be like this until he could learn to love another. In order for the spell to be broken, she must love him in return. She left him with the jewel floating in his room along with a round mirror that gave him his only viewing of the outside world. If the jewel completely shattered before his twenty first birthday, he would be cursed this way forever. She disappeared in flash of light, leaving him to his on matters. The lord concealed himself inside of his domain, not willing to let anyone see his hideous appearance. Years flew by and he began to lose hope, falling into deep despair. What fair maiden could love him for who he was … a monster.