<div style="text-align: center">KONTON<br/>
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<i>Miho/Konton</i><br/>​</div>Konton drew gasps of air into the lungs of his freshly possessed vessel. Miho, a skilled kunoichi from the province of Mizu, had made the unfortunate mistake of stealing the gohei which contained his demonic soul. She wasn't especially difficult to overtake in any case; beneath her lithe yet muscular body, lurked an angry and conflicted soul. Anger was among the easiest emotions for the Yokai to manipulate and exploit, and to these Miho was no stranger. He felt the heart beating within her chest, and the enduring sensation of thirst upon Miho’s tongue. The ritual was complete and, greatly to Konton's delight, he had eluded capture once again. It would take time for Jigoku No Chichi to track him to this distant world: time he could use summoning an army unlike any his ilk had ever seen. Afflicted by constant bloodshed and misery, the world had become an ideal breeding ground for his demonic servants, and with his help, it would soon become an orgy of terror and destruction.<br/><br/>Flesh and bone at last, Konton knew he had little time to savor the delights of physical experience. He would need to set his wheel of chaos in motion. Each host he possessed before tossing aside served him for little more than a few months before withering to shreds; an inconvenient consequence of the Ghost Seer's enduring presence upon the world. Until the Old Gods were dealt with, Konton knew he would remain unable to transform the world into a permanent outpost of hell. Konton, blood stained and showered in moonlight, lurched onto a peak overlooking the great city of Boru, Capital of Mizu. A thousand lights moved to and fro in the distance, as its citizens carried on, ignorant to the destruction they would soon encounter. Konton bit the tip of his finger, drawing blood. He traced a trail of blood along his neck and breasts, before pressing the tip of his finger firmly into the ground. Incantations spilled from his lips as he waved his hands in intricate patterns. His words were of many tones at once, as though spoken by a legion of damned souls. The taste of ocean salt in the air made him recoil with disgust; he longed for the aroma of blood that was commonplace to his homeworld of Shin’en. Kanton was not known for his patience.<br/><br/>Konton let out a sinister, reverberating cackle. The wind began to blow as the calm oceans stirred. A shockwave pulsed from the sea’s depths, causing a wave of enormous proportions to gain incredible momentum and speed in a matter of seconds. Soon the wave grew hundreds of feet tall, and raced toward the coastline of Mizu like ten thousand battering rams. A moment of silence preceded an onslaught of devastation. The tsunami burst through the city walls, crushing huts and towers alike, and sweeping up the unsuspecting citizens of Boru. A sinister smile crept across Konton’s lips as he listened to the collective screams of the drowning citizens. The smell of fresh blood now tempered the salty air, and he found it much more to his liking. Konton had lived up to his end of the bargain. With Mizu's capital in shambles, the lords of the water land would pose not immediate to Lord Nakamura. However, if Nakamura did not deliver the Ghost Seer soon, there would be a reckoning of hellish proportions. He could not linger to savor the anguish of the dead and drowning. He had preparations to make and little time to make them.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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