Unclean
Legacy Name: Unclean

vain ll hidden anger ll indulgent

Kiyoshi is young, young for an Oni at least. He doesn't remember the sweeping valleys and gentle hills of the land, cannot recall what this place was before it was known as Cloud Bay. He knows his Elders fondly speak of a time where you could still see the sky, of when seeing stars wasn't a once in a lifetime opportunity. No, he was born in a time when the city was still known as Tokyo 4, nicknamed Shikyo, death. And the city did mean death for the most of them; those that had lived for eons and eternities but refused to acknowledge the changing times lost their followers and with that, their power and sometimes their sanity. Old gods twisted and rippled, their bodies unfurling upon the cityscape, dragging entire towns down with them into oblivion. Some, such as Inari, refused the call of the void, and, once their existence was confirmed for the whole world to see, built entire empires for themselves. The sly fox deity was now a well known media mogul, with their paws in advertising. But Kiyoshi grew up in Cloud Bay, underneath the glowing lights of some of the world's highest skyscrapers, the clouds billowing around them and obstructing the view of anything beyond the 50th floor.

He watches the alleys like a hawk, mindful of both the yokai in these parts and the often spotted, rarely interacted with exorcists. His pitch black skin blends in with the environment, the subtle glow of his horns reflected off the grimy, slick surfaces of long abandoned shops. The commercial district has long since moved a few levels up to a much more decent sector. This sector, often called Zero, is instead a hotbed of criminal activity and home to not just a few unsavory characters. Kiyoshi can feel his lips twitch into a grimace as another filthy figure moves past him, their shape disfigured and changed into something that shambles along on all fours. The acrid smell of old fuel reaches his nose and the oni shifted his face mask higher, to cover his nose more fully. However much he dislikes spending his time here, he sadly needs to be here to meet with Andromeda. That and a secondary, more personal reason, was the cause of his being within the dark, deep belly of Cloud Bay. A distant roaring sound echoes down the alleyways, bouncing off the walls with an alarming frequency and setting the lowhanging fuse cables humming. Ah, there we go. Kiyoshi's mood immediately lifts and he leans forward to the edge of the building, long legs swinging without a care in the world. He will need to get his entire outfit drycleaned again, he muses, but his attention is torn back to the incoming explosions. "There he comes.", Kiyoshi laughs gleefully.

In a matter of seconds, a massive, golden hand bursts from the side of one of the many empty building shells and slams a distant figure to the ground. "Be careful, my dear." The inky black oni murmurs, his fingers tightening against the crumbling concrete. He hears the zap as the exorcist's staff extends and lifts the appendage off of the figure. "There we go..." Kiyoshi smiles and scoots off the building, jumping off in a languid motion. He walks towards the still raging battle, ignoring the buzzing of an incoming call, even as he sees the flicker of a new message pop up on his optical lense. Andromeda will have to wait.

"Shinobu, darling! It's been too long!"


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