User blog:Hunted0retnuh/When Hell touches Earth

The solitary Fear stood still in hesitation at the silent command of the Slender Man. He gazed at the door in resignment, and as he took his first step, he began to recall the ancient past, before this living nightmare began.

''It was long ago, in ancient feudal Japan. A young, robust samurai strode into the Shogun's castle accompanied by his ever-present trident. He had come back from the latest battle with a rival clan, and his clothes were torn and dirty with the grime of war, a mixture of grease, mud, oil, and blood. The Shogun summoned him into his chambers and the young samurai bowed low in humility. The Shogun, however, was not pleased with the young samurai's performance on the battlefield. He approached the samurai with a sneer of disgust and, drawing out a strip of thick cloth, he drew it across the unfortunate young samurai's spear blade. With a quite snip, the blade sliced through the cloth cleanly. A person on the outside might think the Shogun was testing how carefully the samurai kept his weapon sharpened and clean, but this particular samurai had just come from an intense battle.The Shogun knew, as any warrior would, that a blade that has gone through a battle such as the one the samurai had been through would be stained with the blood of the dozens of enemies that had been slain, but more importantly, dulled with repetitive use. The truth is, the young samurai was a coward, afraid to die in battle, and unworthy to be a samurai. At a light, nonchalant gesture from the Shogun, a guard drew his blade and slew the young samurai instantly.''

As he turned the handle of the door, his mind returned from his recollection back to the task at hand. He had been summoned back to the land of the living by an entity called the Architect as a creature of great power. A Fear with only one purpose. War. And they call him Oni.

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