As I clicked the button to send my seventh horror book to my editor and hoping I won't get an earful of his comments later, I begun to clean up the trash that piled on my desk because of a straight week of not sleeping.
"It's a good thing I am not a human" I said it out loud with a smile seeing how horrible my appearance currently, my messy inky black hair cascading towards the floor and blocking majority of my face like a ghost in movies.
I simply used my two hands to gather the stray hair and put them towards my back, I looked at my Black and White eyes looking like a certain philosophical concept which didn't bother me the slightest.
My inky clothes have some white spots on it as I grab a brush hidden inside of my hair and paint it black with murky ink and looking at my current appearance it looked like I just finished to take care of myself which is ironic.
I grabbed an empty scroll and started to draw something appetizing, a creature with six arms, four legs, and a head like a human and octopus, it would taste like octopus I am sure of it.
I stopped my strokes and admired my work, and my mouth is watering, imagine the taste of such monstrosity, It's quite appetizing for sure.
I blow the painting and the ink is sliding out from the scroll and the food materializes Infront of me, I lick my lips for anticipation… I saw it move and now it's ready to eat.
The stagnant ink beneath my feet stirs and cover the food whole as it crushes its body and life force, I relish such flavors and now It felt I am eager for more, ha~ creatures made of fear is truly the best unlike eating humans themselves.
Hmm~ I wanted to go out and buy some pudding, nothing will go wrong if it's pudding Afterall also I need to buy some cherry soda I unexpectedly like it's taste rather than orange or apple.
All the ink that splatters in my room quickly retracting towards my feet as the room become in its pristine state again, I looked at the calendar and it seemed today is the trash collection day.
"What?!" I panicked since I still haven't segregated my trashes, so I materialize a larger paint brush and started to cover my entire room with ink as I carefully get the dirt and trash in every nook and cranny of my room, I opened the door and cover the entire part of my house with ink.
I grabbed four trash bags from its roll I segregate the trashes that I collected from my ink into burnable, non-burnable, recyclable, Pet bottles and cans. And making sure my ink won't be part of the trashes, I see that my 4th category won't fit inside of a single trash bag so quickly get another one and hurriedly but properly put them neatly.
I seal them all after finishing and recall all the ink I dispense and head out, only seeing it's still night and currently it's 2 AM. "It seemed not sleeping for a week made me not realize the time" I said particularly to only proceeded to put my trash on the collection site and head out to a convenience store to buy things.
I looked around and felt it's quite peaceful since there is no youkai exist on my community except me, well spirits and ghost yeah, they are still here lingering but sometimes I force them to cross towards the Styx River via ink summons.
I am an Ink Youkai, or Calligraphy Youkai, which is a stronger version of Inkstone spirit, I could paint myself a body and could use it to disguise something, my weakness is water since it would disperse my ink.
It's not I am going to die or anything it's just that I'll be temporarily be invisible and weak to block a contract, I'll become a Shikigami if that's the case and I hate it, it's not like I have been experienced serving another Youkai or much powerful than me.
My Ability is to breath life into paintings and words, making them more dangerous than ordinary usage for example I use my ability on my horror novel that novel has potentially become real life and grimoire like depend on how much fear factor I imbue in it.
It could create a Youkai if it's too much and would kill the person who read it, so majority of my works are very low fear factor unless I know how to contain the words permanently in the paper like my Paintings, since Youkai is made of fear I could seal them inside of my scrolls and jailed them for life, but not all Youkai rely on fear.
The lack of youkai in the surroundings is quite a mystery since its looks like the existence of Youkai is forgotten, even magic is forgotten but there are several gods that still exist to this day, and they are quite popular.
The Youkai's has become myths, legends, and folklore while the forgotten gods seemingly vanish out of thin air, the once abundant world of fill with mystery has become a world full of bleakness in my opinion.
I didn't vanish like them since from the start I just like to inscribe my stories into a book and got a bit of fear to sustain my life from the purge, or maybe I just sleep for 500 years and just recently woke up and decided to be an author, it's not the latter.
She wears a purple Chinese-style tabard with various Trigrams over a pale pink Western-style dress, she wears her golden hair coiled up into her mob cap, and carries a pink parasol. I don't know if the employee is just cosplaying or anything, she doesn't wear her uniform and quite strange, so I acted naturally and grabbed the things I like and head to the cashier.
But the cashier seemed looking at me waiting for me to say something hmm… she is weird "Good morning and warm greetings to you! I would be delighted if you could kindly assist me in checking out these items. Thank you ever so much!" I tried my best to say it politely, but she looked like upset or something.
"Kakuju, do you think I am joking with you?" the weird clerk said to me hmm… should I tell her that I am not that person.
The weird clerk is raising her hand and the mark on my body pulsates and I got extreme pain "Like I said! I won't acknowledge you as my Master! I'll die freely Yukari!" I growled at her knowing acting oblivious won't go anywhere.
"What a troublesome Shikigami you are" She sighed and make my mark grow and the pain I have experience is ten times worst "Argghhh!" I couldn't support myself and fall in the floor hoping that the cold ground will ease the pain.
"Don't you dare to go back to the outside world again! stay inside of Gensokyo until I say so" she said as grabbed my collar and pull me up from the ground I am forced to look at her eye to eye her golden eyes like the deep abyss has been eating up my reasoning, it's quite sickening to look at it.
Five hundred years of hiding yet why I am back to her, it's unfair snapping my wings after I relished the taste of freedom, I could only helplessly look at her as she dragged me towards the gap she opened.