Kumiho and I

Act 2

It wasn't long til I had confide in one elder and one highest maiden telling both of the kumiho I'm in love with. The elder and the highest maiden had different opinions but both said the same thing I needed to leave the kumiho be or that signal horn that sprouted from deep within my head would pulse and I'll have more than a terrible headache to endure. But would I listen to the voices of wisdom or would I be as dull-witted as all the others that had fallen to my beloved Kumiho's enchantment ? I had the monk that loves me so dearly yet all my focus was on she and I was truly losing myself to more than just romance but something darker; more forbidden than our love. I couldn't keep the horn out of sight even with me being so far, far away from that shrine that she was now residing in. At times I would hold my horn trying to keep the lower ranking maidens from seeing but I think at times they saw. But wouldn't say what ; they saw for I was the second highest maiden within this shrine and my power was great like the highest maiden above me. I was changing, love becoming unrequited and was changing me to this you see. Yet my duties never stopping, never coming to a halt and suddenly I was called upon to return to that shrine that very place that I met she that shrine that brought the Kumiho to me. From time to time I would bring the cub; he not seeing what I seeing, guess it most have been the human blood within his veins enabling him to see what his bring ; into being was doing to me. Now what I'm about to tell you now Great King Enma would strike fear into any human being. I just couldn't take it anymore it was driving me delusional to point I questioned myself and all that I am. I would lay at night wailing like a wandering; yokai in the dead of night. My mind began to unbury past things unearthing painful things that I wish I could forget and yet they stood in my eyesight now. My head pounding like I was beating it with this kanabo. My flesh burning as it turned blue have you heard of the phrase Oni hitokuchi? Will not many know of what it means ; that day or that night or really soon; I was going to storm that shrine and all within it would vanish without warning or without a trace rumors would swirl around from other shrines they would blamed the disappearances of that one particular shrine on something otherworldly and say that upon that day the oni came and one bite from an oni they all were gone Oni hitokuchi, oni hitokuchi.  Is what would escape travelers mouths as the event spread about from town to town.  I would be famous, I would go down in history,  hell I probably would change the list of the Three Most Evil Yokai's  known to exist to four of the most evil yokai's know to ever exist.  I was going to take that  shrine right off  the map ; no army could stop my fury or my rage. So when I did this,  when I attack that shrine and when I charged those double doors I gave not a second thought.  I hollered with a swing of my kanabo to those  double doors and they came crashing down ; shattering just like my heart did when she broke it for the last time and I bombard my way inside.  Oh yes , hell hath no fury like a woman scorned !!! I pointed my metal club at each of those lying ; liars that call themselves shrine maidens better yet whores of the Red light district and I shouted the name of that Kumiho out loudly and it sound like thunder striking the ground.  I wanted she to see what she had done to me and I wanted those lairs that giggled in my face knowing the horrible truth that she ; that  damn Kumiho was stringing me along by the red string of fate. I wanted them all to perish for she's misdeeds and they were all going to cease to be.  I tightened my grip upon my spiked club blocking out all the things that could or would make me cease; so that all I could see or think was pure malice and it was time. Please forgive me my son for I can't let this be ; but do believe me I cared for you and the other two. Tell the kindhearted monk I loved him too, tell him I would rather him be ripped  free from me so that ; he could find who truly is at the end of his red string of fate cause surly it isn't me me. So I set him free to love once more. With my kanabo in hand I began my onslaught on that cruse shrine and all within it. I smacked, I thrashed and I devastated them all. Oh my tiger skin dress was bloodstained and so was my kanabo but I wasn't done yet. As I stared at the highest maiden of that forsaken shrine I pointed my kanabo and wailed; calling upon that Kumiho. I wanted she to come out , come out and face me where every she maybe. This heartache , this suffering and this affliction was all the aftermath of me loving such a fiend like she. The way my heart bleeds I wanted that Kumiho's heart to bleed. I want she to hurt like I hurt I want the pain to fade away and to forever forget that guileful yokai. I wanted to create a wound that no herb or time could heal I wanted that Kumiho to die with this pain. My voice roaring like thunder as I wailed again; bring the yokai to me at once !!! I demand it of the highest Maiden which quivered at the sight of my kanabo.