Promise of the Yokai – Prologue
"Where am I? It's so dark..."
A male's voice echoed in the darkness surrounding him, it was cold it was like he was getting frozen alive, however while the male felt the cold only getting worse a voice could be heard, it wasn't like anything he ever heard before it echoed in the darkness like if it was something divine talking to him, little did he know that wasn't the case at all.
"I'm going to ask you a question… Do you have a last wish?"
The male's eyes widened with the revelation, he wasn't sure what was going on, but he tried to keep his composure and replied.
"I'm dying?.. I guess i am.. but here it goes, i know this will sound quite weird.. but could you make a grave for me?"
The voice went silent for a few seconds, before speaking yet again louder this time and it seemed closer.
"Hmm.. that's an odd request.."
The male nodded weakly, the voice then said however this time it was closer his ear, which startled him however he was sure of what he wanted.
"Very well, I'll grant your final wish, however before your spirit leaves your body, tell me what's your name?..."
The male closed his eyes and spoke in a weak tone of voice a few seconds before his spirit would be sent to the netherworld.
"…Nishio… and promise me you'll do that…."
The voice became silent while the male departed to the Netherworld
however the male's body became warm yet again, however this time it wasn't his own soul who inhabited it, his frail human body became something else, a yokai's in fact the voice who spoke to the young man was actually a voice of a yokai who haunted a nearby sword who was hidden from the village, this yokai's name was Soma Motoyasu, a fallen samurai.
Once his eyes opened he saw a forest that was close to the human village it wasn't deep inside the forest but it was quite close to the area where Yokai mostly wandered nearby, the ground was full of dry and dead leaves , the sword on front of him, on the place he died in that arduous battle, he doesn't remember how he died since it was long ago, once he examined his new body, he was wearing a white yukata with a pair of getas, next he started to wonder how did the male most likely die, it was quite odd, however he speculated that he probably died of sickness most likely because there wasn't any signs of fighting, but there was blood on the ground, next he approached his katana he reached towards it, grabbing it by the sheath, the male then took a deep breath and began to gather some nearby stones and made a improvised grave while kneed down, once he was done he stood up the male began to wander into the deeper woods with his sword in hand, his Getas making a faint leaf crushing noise each time he took a step, the wind making the leaves rustle in the forest as well, making his light blue hair waved in the wind, after he walked for a bit he couldn't help but wonder what had changed from the past it's been like 100 years or more, a few minutes after the male stopped walking and mumbled to himself.
"A lot has happened.. my sword isn't a normal one anymore as well.. I can feel some dark energy coming out from it.. could it be?.."
The male went silent, he knew something was off about his sword, however he didn't know why it had this aura coming out of it, next the male began to head deeper inside the forest, but he had something on his mind, mostly because the young adult told him to promise him he would do his last wish, it's another promise he failed to keep long ago, after all its what made him into a Yokai in the first place, while he kept walking the male said in a serious tone of voice it wasn't clear what he felt was anger or sorrow.
"I'll find you, i'll search every corner of this place."
This is my first story, i welcome constructive criticism and feel free to ask any questions about the plot if interested.