Date: Twentieth of October

I loathe what I am about to put myself and others through, but for the sake of all the future generations of Reikai, Makai, and Ningenkai alike, I must divulge every single detail of what the Worlds are currently experiencing. Nothing shall be kept a secret. I cannot stand to remain in Her presence, let alone stand observing Her, yet I must, for the good of All.

The Being whose name escapes me for the moment (quite probably due to its length and swanky pronounciation) has origins from the gods and youkai alike. In addition to this rare trait, She also has the inherent power from Her dragon blood, and the natural charm of humans. She appears to have other blood in Her, but I could not bear to stay longer in the same room anymore, to ask Her of the details (which She seems to be fond of telling). Her ability at spell-weaving is uncanny -- I have seen the males of my Father's elite guards fall before Her spells. But I am aware of Her Evil. That is an advantage blessed unto me -- I will not give in.

The Wretched one is the embodiment of Light and Dark, two powers that no one can parallel when brought together. Something at the very pit of my body stirs at the thought of the horrors She can unleash with this power. It is fear, so deep and profound makes my hair bristle and my skin take on the color of milk. There is no shame to admitting my fear. She claims to be a match to the three Makai Overlords combined -- and I do not wish to press my luck and ask Her to confirm it (as much as possible, I try to avoid bringing Her attention to me).

Yet with all this power, She plays the perfect damsel-in-distress! It confuses me how one such as Herself would manage to fall off a tree, right into the waiting arms of my Tantei. My expectations, surprisingly, were not met. When I introduced Her to the Tantei, She all but latched on to Kurama and Hiei. And to my great disbelief, they were very complacent! I saw Her spell-woven threads wrap around them, marking them as Her prey, just as She did my Father. Kuwabara, bless his human soul, seems to be most immune.

Forgive me, Kurama, Hiei. I was not able to warn you of the great Danger that is Her in the flesh. Perhaps She knew of my plan, for with Her falling-from-the-tree act, She also quite successfully interrupted my rather hesitant introduction. The Wretched one possesses the powers unknown to mankind. My only wish is for your valiant bravery to prevail over Her threads.

I must resist the tendrils of Her spell. Staying in my toddler form, it seems, provides me with added immunity. As much as it pains me to be looked down upon, I shall endure, for the sake of All.

--Koenma