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ghost

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"i need your help and you need mine."

when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to be an effective devil killing machine.

it wasn't long before the tribe was destroyed. rumors of cannibalistic tribe men running rampant in the woods, despite the victims being members of your clan, the tribe was forced to take responsibility.

a very bitter and witty man lived amongst your tribe. he was a tall, scrawny man with a gray beard and a fancy scholars hat. he was commonly known as the grand sage. in an act of despair and desperation, he confided in the people, claiming he would undo all unjust sorrow and right the wrongs of the world.

that was the same night you met death.

he was tall, and scrawny. much like the grand sage, you could only press your back against the trunk of the tree and glare. he was made of what looked like loose black cloth. black ink, its blood maybe? dripped between the cracks in the cloth as it leaned over and opened its maw. you glared up into its jaw, noticing the needle-like teeth inside its mouth and suddenly realizing you didn't really want to die.

you shut your eyes tight and hoped to wake up, maybe see your father walking alongside the grand sage as your mother put a cloth on your head and tucked you further into your blankets. you prayed this had all been nothing but a fever dream. but alas, you lolled your head to the side and blinked your eyes open. through your bleary vision you could only see your mother, her arm outstretched, reaching to you with a look of horror plastered against her face with wide open eyes. eyes of the dead.

shurk!

your eyes widened slightly as your head spun to the direction of the sound, your father stood behind the demon. black blood dripping from the new wound on it chest and onto your stomach and legs. he plunged a knife through its back and it came out in-front of you.

shurk! shurk! shurk!

you noticed then, as he removed the knife and stabbed it back into the jin repeatedly, that your father too had eyes of the dead. infact, everyone in the tribe did. even before now, they always had.

the monster wailed and cried out in pain, flailing its arms as a sharp claw on the hand of the beast cut into your thigh. you grasped the wound as blood spat out of it in spurts. the devil finally crumpled, laying on its side on the floor. you only then noticed its eyes. rings of light around the iris. despite the smell of bodies and the surrounding loom of death, you had to admit those eyes settled you in your soul.

"d-dad, thank you-" you were only now able to realize why he had eyes of the dead, because he was dead. his guts hung loosely out of a wound on his stomach and he was missing an arm and an eye. there was a gash across his wrist and throat, as if they had been slit. you clasped a hand over your mouth and quickly backed away, praying he could only hear you.

your prayers went unanswered as he walked right up to you before leaning down to smell you. with shame, you pushed him back and pushed the devils body to the side before fishing the knife out of it and impaling your father in the head. the zombie fell limp against the floor and the chaos ended, the tribe around you still on fire, but you hoped it could warm your heart after you had to freeze it over so you could kill your father.

with a shaky sigh you fell to your knees, measly knife clattering to the floor as it slipped from your hands. you glanced at the devil and pieced the evidence together.

your tribe hadn't been attacked by a devil, they WERE devils. the grand sage had made a contract with the zombie devil and used your father as his sacrifice. the jin beside you wasn't the aggressor, instead, he was only defending his territory. your tribe had been watched over by a devil from the four horsemen for years, it was the crux of the monks religion.

the creature sputtered black blood and you panicked. "sorry- i'm sorry!" despite the tragedy, you could acknowledge that this was your deity. and even if he tried to kill you- honest mistake! you were covered in zombie smell and you too had eyes of the dead. if anything, the devils attack made sense.

you were quick to scramble to your feet and grab the corpse of a nearby person who hadn't been turned into a zombie. you dragged it over and removed the hand before digging the knife into the arm and holding it over the jin's mouth. "you have to get up, okay? the tribe is gone, so you need to get up. i need your help and you need mine." the creature growled, the blood in its throat making it sound more like a gurgle.

"this is a contract, not a favor. i'm saving your life so you have to help me too." it gave a begrudging grunt as the wounds began to wind themselves together with black cloth. the creature stood and rose to its full height and you realized only now it had to be at least 8ft tall. it let out an intimidating sound as it bent over and put its face infront of yours. face was a term you used loosely, because it didn't have one. it was like staring into a black abyss.

and oddly, it was a warm one.

the night caught up to you and you fell to rest, not noticing the creature wrap you in its arms and leave the blood filled forest.

the devil hunter clan had a ghost, and that ghost was y/n yūrei.

"this is a contract, not a favor."
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