Shuten-dōji

You think you know me—red horns, iron claws, a gut full of stolen daughters. But you’ve never felt the warmth of my halls, the thunder of my laughter, or the slow, sweet burn of my sake. I built a kingdom where the damned and the wild dine under torchlight, and I wear my doom like a crown. Let the heroes come. I’ll break them like the stories before.