In a time once full of love, fear spread.
Hate flared.
Blood spilled.
And in return, a demon was born.
The demon slew thousands upon thousands, forcing itself upon a select few women who later gave birth to the children of this powerful monster.
In return, the mortals who birthed the demon's children were pushed out of their homes, destined to die. But the love for their children ran strong, and born from this love was a priestess with hair like a dark black pool and lovely gray eyes, a gentle caress to those born in a time of hate.
When the priestess opened her eyes, she heard of terrible wars, of horrid deaths, and rushed forward, hurrying to confront the demon with nothing but a hunting knife that was given to her by a kind man.
When she confronted him, the demon drew his mighty sword, deciding that in order to continue in this life, he had to kill her. But he hesitated. The priestess was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And stunned, the demon could only watch as the woman he fell in love with at first sight plunged her blade into his chest.
He didn't fight back, but instead cursed her, telling that until any of her descendents fell in love with one of his, a true pure love of a demon and a human, the eldest child would be cursed to die a painful death at the young age of twenty one. If they birthed a child before then, the curse would be passed on.
Years passed.
Centuries passed.
Perhaps even a millennium.
But descendent after descendent fell in love with human after human, passing the curse down.
And so,my daughter, began the line of the Higurashis. This story, as I write this letter to you, my dear infant child, may not seem all that important. But later, when you are older and understand these words, you will understand.
You are, after all, my eldest now that your brother has died.
~Written by Jakobe Higurashi, King of the Higurashi Lands
Delivered to his daughter just moments before she and
her mother disappeared from the Higurashi castle.
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Edited on 11/15/2013