Nightmare Eater

Bad Omen and Encounters

"Sooooo... how's he tasting?" Hinoe asked as she waited for Madara to finish his buffet. "Salty? Musky? Tangy?"

Madara narrowed his (too wide) eyes at the older youkai for her unneeded insinuations. Hinoe only smiled innocently in return, unfortunately not at all worried about his baleful glaring. He huffed, dissatisfied. This dreadfully childish appearance was ruining all of his intimidation factors.

Still, to answer her question, he did slow in his munching to focus more on the flavor of his food rather than the information he was receiving from the man's departing conscious. "Like a vegetable trying its hardest to taste like meat and failing badly at it." Was the best description he could think of.

Hinoe chuckled, "That's an interesting way to describe your food."

She was uncaring of the clouds of smoke that was slowly slipping past her parted, painted lips. Madara would have been curious over the state of her lungs had she been human, but alas, she was a demon, so he merely scrunched his nose at the heavy smell of marijuana and went back to munching mechanically.

The dream was very... artificial-like. Just like the man himself. The head of the Mori onmyoji clan was an average joe with illusions of grandeur. Even the prison he flaunted was something that existed solely because of a freak accident.

The man's grandfather, the previous Mori head, was an eccentric person who liked to experiment on traps and barriers. Somehow, after decades of seemingly random experimentations, a prison was born in their backyard. The clan's reputation soared at the discovery; however, they weren't able to duplicate the result and faked it as a 'family secret technique' to hold their position in the onmyoji world. Their trick succeeded and whenever someone asked for advice concerning their own Youkai prison, they would snobbishly deny it as if they were too superior to talk to others.

Honestly, the situation was akin to Danzo pretending to be powerful after implementing as many Uchiha eyes onto his arm as he could manage despite otherwise.

Anyway.

Apart from learning about the Mori clan's pettiness, he learned a lot about this world after eating continuously for 10 straight hours (and he was still hungry). All of the Mori clan had long become drooling vegetables thanks to Madara's gluttonous actions. Not that he cared enough to feel guilty, mind.

To sum up it all up, this world was about the same as his previous one. The only difference was that spirits, ghosts, and shamans were real, and not old wives' tales.

Apparently, in this world, when a human dies with a lot of grievances, they were unable to move on to the Pure Lands. The longer they stay as vengeful spirits, the more warped they become. On the other hand, pure-blooded demons came from two already dead humans giving birth to another dead miniature human - no surprises there.

Onmyoji history has been an interesting eye-opener for Madara's already twisted worldview. However, because the members of the Mori clan were Madara's first guinea pigs, he was more than a little sloppy and many nightmares were consumed blindly without being processed, thus there were too many missing pieces to actually get a whole picture. He would need to visit other clans if he wanted to explore the extensive knowledge of the spiritual world.

But he digressed.

From what little information he had accumulated, the birth of the very first onmyoji was speculation at best.

Some say that the mother of the first had been attacked by a youkai whilst pregnant and gave birth to a spiritually aware baby. Whereas others contemplate them being the mix breed child of a youkai and human parent (and it was "obvious" that the mother had been forced, as no right human would willingly procreate with a youkai. Madara couldn't help but snort. Human supremacy at its finest).