Among shadows, there is little of its form that you can see. It is more like staring into the blackened abyss of Hell trying to make out the patterns of demons as they roam to and from within the pit most pray never to enter. I myself was born in a place to rival, if not surpass the level to that of which we speak, but that is beside the point. The point is centered not on what you see or hear. Yet, instead, on what you feel.
As this intolerable creature comes forth unto you, it is said, you have a feeling of guttural terror and disgust. It is whispered in the halls of hearsay that the weak of mind drop directly where they stand in the sheer pale reflected stiffness of the passing. It is my job to infiltrate this damned ones mind, and to eradicate its presence from our plane. To be sure, it is once again bound to Ryoko, who in turn must be its creator. Such a thing, in my opinion, should be left to take the souls it devours. For you see in the present day the human race wears the illusion that it has conquered all that could overcome it. They know the excuse of the body was weak therefore it does not belong.
God will choose all survivors. I simply cannot bring myself to tell them it is a waste of time and faith to pray for a safe heaven on this solid bound plane. They can believe all they want, their minds can twist everything into the signs they need to believe, yet why it is nothing can be proved, because nothing truly happened. Humans know without faith in something they will expire, they have since time began. All these references are different in some form. If it were true they would all know one simple thing. These holy symbols were created so the humans had a faith to believe, so they would strive to be something they will never see, nor become.
People who will see this will ask who I am, and what right I have to speak of this matter as I do. I am but a difficult thing to understand, a combination of what humans see as angles and demons. I have not a true name but that small amount who has heard of my being called me Naraku.
And so the telling of my story begins. I wish it known that I have serviced the humans before, and do not intend to defile their name for what short worth it has. If a human should find this tale offensive it is only because they lack an outside point of view. They are not looking at it as an immortal creatures tale, but as one of their own.