Reign of the DefeatedReign of the Defeatedin Mini-arcs
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Nabeshima Osamu stood from atop his fortress on Mount Yatsugatake. The remains of winter air were relaxingly fresh, yet the scent of metal and dust that flew also gave it the strong indication of victory. The Warlord took a small glance down the mountain, and he could see his armies hard at work. Youkai sorcerers and their familiars, most of which were similar felines, chipped away at the Border of Illusion, shallowly but effectively promised with the rewards of a limitless supply of magic and terror from humans. It was the only way to get the little fools to comply to authority, after all, and punishment may as well have been counterproductive. But it would not take long until the heretical and downright ludicrous Youkai Expansion Project, along with the Hakurei Border, will fall, fall at the feet of Reality, the Reality that was Reformed Gensokyo.
Alas, Osamu knew that at the current situation, he would only be supreme ruler of one-third of the ravaged land. As much as he despised th
A Stroll through the Carnival (CCC)A Stroll through the Carnival (CCC)in Clockwork Corpse Carnival
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Since the beginning of time, mankind has always wondered about a realm different from theirs, namely what many refer to as ‘The Spirit World’. Some believe it is a realm where they are free to call on their services, as if they were some sort of mercenaries. Others believe it to be simply a different area of residence, that the spirits still needed to be appeased. In a no doubt filial act to please the ghosts of their ancestors, certain humans burns paper and leave food items out to rot, hoping that it would reach ones who don’t even need such necessities in the first place.
All of these were amusing theories. 90% of them are dead wrong.
The Spirit World is only one thing: A constant battlefield.
Of course, to a being such as Leidensblick, it was more of stroll through a carnival.
The Darkness was such a sacred terrain to the former Satori, but to her slight irritation, she had to share such a commodity. Not a step into the shadows beneath suburban Tokyo, and she coul