1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 4: The Tyrants


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    skirt-like trousers worn by warriors, as she walked to me. She knelt, holding them so I could step in. When I did, she drew them up my legs and cinched them about my waist. “You shall crush the Living God today,” Chisato smiled as she approached with my haidate, a padded, cloth coat worn beneath armor. I held out my arms so she could dress me. “He will not win against your superior swordsmanship.” Of course not. I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I sold my soul to the gaijin oni Lucifer for my talent. I would reshape Japan into its martial glory once more, restoring the code of Bushido and cleanse the pollution of the Western World from our glorious land. I would be the Shogun, ruling in the Divine Emperor's name. All who heard my words, had to obey. Another of my three wishes. My three concubines—Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru—all willingly served me, bowing and pledging their love to my cause. They were chained to me. I regretted the pain I caused my mother by forcing myself upon her, but my three concubines had to be tightly bound to me. The Zimmah ritual was necessary to keep the Living Gods from stealing them away. My cock stirred at the memory of Mother's body beneath mine. I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade. “The False God's sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai,” Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the ...
    haidate. Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the back- and breastplates upon me before their hands tied the crimson cords, securing the armor to my body. My concubines slipped on the kote, the sune-ate, the koshi-ate, the sode, my horned kabuto, and my ho-ate. I glanced in the mirror. I was a fearsome warrior in my lacquered armor. My great helm, the kabuto, and the fierce, tiger mask, the ho-ate, transformed me into a terrifying oni. I was death. I would crush the living god in the imperial palace. Last, Orihime brought forth my katana, a crimson tiger worked on the black-lacquered bamboo sheath. She hung it from my belt and bowed before me. “You shall win great honor today, Divine Samurai.” I flexed my hands in my gloves, my armor clinking as I moved. I strode out of the room, trailed by my three concubines. They were my cherry trees, my place of solace that I could retreat to when the burdens of my great destiny grew too great. They were my lovely shade. The Living God waited in the courtyard. Cherry trees dropped their pink petals behind him, the wind swirling them about his golden armor. His sword was already drawn, glinting as gold as his armor. I shook my head in disgust. What man clads himself in soft, heavy gold? He would be weighed down, his armor offering no protection against my blade. I strode forward, leaving behind my concubines to watch. Mark's legion of concubines were behind him, ...
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