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Chapter 1 - Under the Rainy Season's Overcast Sky
"The essence of sorcery is lies."
"That's why it is said that when one person is cursed, two graves are dug"
-Ashiya Douman
Part 1
It was night.
Outside, it was raining lightly. One could also hear the pitter-pattering sound of the rain from the
inside of the room.
At the top-most floor inside a high-class apartment in the Tokyo capital, several rooms and attics
were linked together, forming a labyrinth of open space. Junk objects were laid all around, giving it
a chaotic appearance.
Large segments of the windows were tightly shut. The light from an antique lamp mixed together
with the surrounding ambient light to give off a warning-light kind of intensity, throbbing on and
off. The irregularity of the flashing light created a sense of illusion, unknowingly affecting the five
senses and gradually sending them into disarray. A damp musty odor filled the stale air, however at
the same time, slight traces of a delicate fragrance drifted through as well. This weird space, filled
with demonic confusing energies made one forget about the passage of time.
A man walked along the room corridor, creating soft footsteps.
Under the flashing lights, his short golden hair and face with many distinct edges and corners could
be seen. He wore a casual, neat western suit without a tie. The man’s walking posture was as if he
were an ancient king reviewing the labyrinth that would become his own tomb.
A lantern’s flame was flickering at the man’s feet, his shadow moving erratically across the ceiling
of the room. A small headed lizard crawled along the wall.
The room was not only simply intricate, but it was also shielded with many heavy magic, thus
changing it both physically and magically into a labyrinth. The man stopped walking several times;
he showed a troubled expression, however it did not have the feeling of confusion. Up till the last
moment, he did not take the wrong route, coming to his target’s side.
This target was in the deepest part of the labyrinth, inside a small study.
The walls and ceiling of the study room were covered in bookshelves; there were numerous tightly-
packed piles of old books and files, exotic paintings and incense, and other items of unknown
purposes. Opened books and book boxes, discarded Japanese paper, and ink dried pens were
scattered on the tatami mat. There was even a table lying horizontally on the floor.
That was the entire decadent study.
Suddenly, in front of the altar,
Sat a small old man, his back facing the door.
The room had no illumination; there was only the light which came from the outside corridor. The
man obscured the light, leaning his elbow against the door frame, spying into the study. His right
arm was leaning against the door frame; the left sleeve of the suit was dangling freely from the
upper arm onwards.
The man faced the old man’s back.
“Doman”, he spoke with a rough voice.
The old man did not turn his head.
“Is that you?” he replied with a young voice, in contrast with his appearance.
“I heard from your shikigami that you are about to make your move.”
Hearing the man’s simple question, the old man clicked his tongue.
“What are you talking about.”
“You can no longer wait can you?”
“What? Art thou actually concerned as well?”
“Answer my question”, replied the man coldly.
From the man’s sturdy body, a sound was emitted that bore no emotion; however it gradually
transformed from a plain force into a compelling one while losing the wild atmosphere, and at the
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