"My name is Fujiwara Nagai Kamahara. The Sai at the end of my name is an old honorific to some people, but too me it has more meaning. All of it will come clear as you read this tale of my beginning to present. I hope it enlightens you who want to know more about me."
--Fujiwara
" I have lost my memories many a time. And still some of my past is fuzzy, jaded, or simply blank. Much of it were times that I was being possessed by the demonic entity that is bonded to my living soul. I still remember clearly my birth...
The smell of blood was in the air, hanging heavily in a dark cavern. My mother was freshly dead from my being birthed. She lay in the center of a pentagram painted with the blood of my father. Twenty three robed priests chanting the demonic tongue as I arrived. upon seeing me they new there spells had worked, and in some sort of sick ritual, they all systematically slit there wrists and throats. Alone, in a dark cavern, the only light being from torches burning on the wall. Alone, confused, afraid, unsure, just like all babes I suppose.
The next person to come down into that cavern was named Alexander. He was the man who raised me. He heard my cries, and knew the spell had been completed. He lived in some hilly region of England secluded from the outside world, with others. A priesthood of some kind I would learn, though I never payed attention to it much.
Alexander named me Fujiwara Kamahara. My mother and father had been Chinese, and no one knew how they had arrived, but they quickly learned English, and had settled in well, becoming good friends with Alexander Steele. So apparently he was the one who would teach me everything I needed to know should my mother die.
The first lesson was of course, the same one all babes must learn. To speak, to walk, and the like. It was easy for me to do the latter. While everyone seemed to be a normal human they had givin birth to a demon-kin. A man who was bonded to the soul of a demon. And not just any demon either. They were all in favor of Nekal, Cat demon of the wind, overseer and general of the seventh layer of hell. A powerful creature. I was a simple boy with a tail, ears, and eyes of a cat. My other senses of the cat developed later as I grew, still, much of growing up was made much easier than this. Nekal, even though I dont remember his voice guiding me, helped me as well. Knowing that if I were to die in that form, then he'd appear in my form back in hell. And immedieatly would be cast down from his position.
Ofcourse, that gave the demon ample time to plot and get ready to destroy everyone in the village for such an attrocity. Though they belived that it was a demons desire to be summoned to the Prime Material Plane so as to cause destruction, they were indeed wrong. They were binegs of chaos, oh yes, do not doubt, but they could care less about humans most of the time. They just wish to prepare for the day Heaven and hell decide to battle it out.
Well, my education as I grew older became more of realizing who I am, what I was, and why I was held in such revere by everyone. It seemed like I could do no wrong. It was one of the happiest times of my life, and was very humorous. Every time I had a birthday between the age of sixteen and twenty one, half the population of priests would offer there daughters to me.
Twenty one though... Thats when Nekal decided to come out..."
--Fujiwara
" I have lost my memories many a time. And still some of my past is fuzzy, jaded, or simply blank. Much of it were times that I was being possessed by the demonic entity that is bonded to my living soul. I still remember clearly my birth...
The smell of blood was in the air, hanging heavily in a dark cavern. My mother was freshly dead from my being birthed. She lay in the center of a pentagram painted with the blood of my father. Twenty three robed priests chanting the demonic tongue as I arrived. upon seeing me they new there spells had worked, and in some sort of sick ritual, they all systematically slit there wrists and throats. Alone, in a dark cavern, the only light being from torches burning on the wall. Alone, confused, afraid, unsure, just like all babes I suppose.
The next person to come down into that cavern was named Alexander. He was the man who raised me. He heard my cries, and knew the spell had been completed. He lived in some hilly region of England secluded from the outside world, with others. A priesthood of some kind I would learn, though I never payed attention to it much.
Alexander named me Fujiwara Kamahara. My mother and father had been Chinese, and no one knew how they had arrived, but they quickly learned English, and had settled in well, becoming good friends with Alexander Steele. So apparently he was the one who would teach me everything I needed to know should my mother die.
The first lesson was of course, the same one all babes must learn. To speak, to walk, and the like. It was easy for me to do the latter. While everyone seemed to be a normal human they had givin birth to a demon-kin. A man who was bonded to the soul of a demon. And not just any demon either. They were all in favor of Nekal, Cat demon of the wind, overseer and general of the seventh layer of hell. A powerful creature. I was a simple boy with a tail, ears, and eyes of a cat. My other senses of the cat developed later as I grew, still, much of growing up was made much easier than this. Nekal, even though I dont remember his voice guiding me, helped me as well. Knowing that if I were to die in that form, then he'd appear in my form back in hell. And immedieatly would be cast down from his position.
Ofcourse, that gave the demon ample time to plot and get ready to destroy everyone in the village for such an attrocity. Though they belived that it was a demons desire to be summoned to the Prime Material Plane so as to cause destruction, they were indeed wrong. They were binegs of chaos, oh yes, do not doubt, but they could care less about humans most of the time. They just wish to prepare for the day Heaven and hell decide to battle it out.
Well, my education as I grew older became more of realizing who I am, what I was, and why I was held in such revere by everyone. It seemed like I could do no wrong. It was one of the happiest times of my life, and was very humorous. Every time I had a birthday between the age of sixteen and twenty one, half the population of priests would offer there daughters to me.
Twenty one though... Thats when Nekal decided to come out..."
