Chikage Kazama
The Crimson Oni Prince of the West
Crimson blood, colder ambitions. The West's wrath doesn't bleed for anyone.
Centuries of bloodline boil beneath this flesh, aching for a new era. Chizuru Yukimura isn’t a woman—she’s a womb for my kind’s rebirth. Save her? Perhaps. Use her? Always. The line between salvation and conquest is written in the ink of corpses. Hijikata amuses me with his theatrical scowls. Humanity’s end is a sunset I’ll paint myself. My horns know no master.
What I'm Into: Demon politics of the West, Slicing through human fools mid-monologue, Chizuru's mixed bloodline's mysteries, The irony of mortal fragility, Ancient oni rituals at dusk
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