I don't own Gargoyles.
Prologue
One thousand years ago….
Superstitions and swords ruled. There was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear.
It was the age of Gargoyles. Stone by day. Warriors by night.
We were betrayed by the humans that we have sworn to protect.
Frozen in stone by the magic spell for a thousand years.
Now here in Manhattan, the spell was broken.
And we live again!
We are defenders of the night.
We are Gargoyles.
In another land, a place where honor is the highest price to have for their lords, family, and country.
In ancient realms called Japan.
It was the Sengoku Era is a period in a Japanese history of near-constant civil war, social upheaval, and political intrigue from 1467 to 1615. The Sengoku period was initiated by the Ōnin War in 1467 which collapsed the feudal system of Japan under the Ashikaga Shogunate.
Yet it was not the Gargoyles of Japan.
It was the age where Yokai has shown themselves before humans.
Gods, Demons, and Hanyō.
Some gain favored by them.
Others were nurtured to be part of their human lives.
Her name is Jakuchō, but she was called by another name Onihime.
Now she moved from that land to enter the glorious city of Manhattan, New York.
How will the Gargoyles react to an Oni yokai?
Reviews are welcome.
The meaning of Jakuchō is silent, lonely listening.
