IZUMI, Yin

[Yin Izumi]

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~384, staffdemon,crossroads demon, aoi miyazaki

"My name is Yin Izumi. The name Yin means silver and Izumi means fountain--so "silver fountain" or "fountain of silver" could be the meaning of my name. I'm what you call a crossroads demon. My purpose is to make deals at the crossroads and take the souls of others, but I wasn't always this way. Once, a long time ago, somewhere in the 1600s, I was a human, too. I was raised in a Catholic orphanage, but not in Japan. My family is from where is now Hiroshima. How I got to wherever I was is a mystery to me, because I was nothing but a newborn baby. I suspect my family was wealthy and mommy had a little fling, which didn't go over well with our clan. That's not usually how the lost princess stories go, y'know? Usually it's because of some evil witch they made a deal with. Well, I'll tell you now that I'm no princess.

My life in the orphanage was poor. Any child services group today would be appalled by our treatment and care. Some of us were much thinner than we should've been, but what could we do? Father was poor as well, and he suffered, too. We loved Father despite our conditions. He was a sweet, patient man. It was the oldest nurse we called Nanny Nurse you had to watch for. She was a vile, cruel woman with a strict upbringing. If I was ever caught writing with my left hand it would get slapped and I'd have to go "confess my sins". Apparently writing with the left hand is the sign of the Devil, who knew? It was quite foreshadowing of my future.

Generally, I kept to myself in the orphanage. No one liked me and I didn't like them...until her. That damned little girl that got straight into my heart in more ways than one--Ami. I think she was also an orphan from a Japanese family, but she approached me one day and asked to play. I was reluctant, of course, but she was so persistent. I couldn't say no to her. We played together, and from that day on I was head-over-heels for her. Now, back in my time, this was incredibly unacceptable from my knowledge. I kept my affection to myself as well as my questioning. Why could a woman not become powerful? Why could we not doubt a belief in a "God" ? I was a curious girl, and I wanted to travel while being a philosopher. In a way, I was glad to be an orphan. There were no arrange marriages. It made me hopeful that, one day, I would get old enough and be able to run away. Fuck society.

When I was 10...that was when Ami got adopted, and it's when she died. I should have known it when I saw the guy. He pretended to be so innocent and kind, but I should've known better. I should've been able to look into his eyes and tell! But I was too distracted with the horror of never laying eyes on Ami again. She had been my only friend, and I loved her. It was a terrible feeling to loose her, and a few days later learn she had been murdered. Back then there were hardly any checks to go through to get an orphan. A lot of them became slaves of some kind, and Ami hadn't been any different. After her death, I became to spiral into darkness. I was determined to bring her back, even if it meant using questionable methods. I blackened my soul for that girl; even if I hadn't made the deal in the end I was certainly going to Hell.

It took 6 long years after that until I figured out about the crossroads. I was in complete isolation at that time. I hated the world and everyone in it. All I wanted was to bring her back. So, when I learned that this black magic--or whatever it was--would work I gave it a shot. I sold my soul to the demon who came in return for Ami's life, and one more thing. I wanted the power to get revenge on my village. I was given 6 years to live. The demon worked quickly, and I gained some abilities quite similar to hers. I burned the village down, then I retrieved Ami. It was hard to explain to her, but it wasn't hard to lie and say I was fatally ill. I told her the illness gave me 6 years, and then I'd die. There was no cure.

Ami became a nun. She'd always been the good girl in the orphanage with unwavering faith in God. It had been I who'd been the troublemaker. It had always been seen as peculiar that we had hung around each other, and quite disapproved of. So, with her being a nun, I was admitted into her church and she became the one who prayed for me and asked for a cure. I knew it was never going to happen, but it was well worth it. I got the 6 years with Ami. When they were up I left the church and went to the place I wanted to die, which happened to be where Ami had been buried before. I let the hell hounds take me there. It's hard to recall much of that at all; it had been quicker than I'd expected. Hell? Those memories are sort of fuzzy as well, but I can recall them well enough. It was...well...Hell.

I didn't return to Earth until the 1940s during World War II. By then I was a corrupt human soul--a crossroads demon, specifically. It seemed fitting I'd become what'd sent me there in the first place. Funnily enough, a black-eyed demon had possessed my dead body and kept it nice and snug for me. She was quite surprised when I came back and kicked her ass out. It was my body, and it always would be. I refused to switch bodies; if my body were to be destroyed, then that was it. I would've found some way to permanently kill myself. I participated in the war as a Nazi spy. It was quite fun, and a lot of deals were made. These were my days acting "evil" as one might put it. Personally, I call it a balance of nature. I was needed to balance the souls in Hell while the others went to Heaven. I believe if the world is not in balance, then it will collapse within itself. There is no concept of "good" and "evil"...only balance.

I met Isaak Lebedev in 1955 and his wife, Hisoka Lebedeva. They lived in Russia near a small clock shop, which their friend Hideki resided in. Apparently the three had been in the war like myself. I began to hang out with them, and things got a little weird as I began to feel a strange feeling I hadn't felt in such a long time. Love. I was falling in love with Isaak Lebedev, and not just him but Hisoka as well. The kindness they treated me with reminded me of Ami, who had been long since dead once I'd returned. It was strange to feel human emotion again. I'd locked them up and driven myself into my job. Now, I began to question things again. Why did I have to serve Hell? This was my chance to live a normal life with some powers to assist me. I could live whatever life I wanted, and I wanted to live it with the small Lebedev family. I joined Isaak and Hisoka in a polyamorous type of relationship in 1960. By then, the two happily had 4 children. I felt this was good, because I didn't want any children. I was unsure if I could even have any.

I was happy for 10 years with that family until I ruined it. I'm not sure what happened that night, but I had become angry and everything whited out. When I came to, Isaak was dead. I'd killed him. This knowing absolutely disgusted and hurt me. I knew I couldn't stay with Hisoka and her children; they were in danger from me now. So, I left them. I ran away and I left them, and I buried myself in other life pleasures. My serene manner turned into that of a party girl's. I loved to dance with men and women alike, to sing, to drink with them, and to eventually sleep with them, whether it be together or with only one of them. This became my life, and I hated myself. Oh, yes, I hated myself so much.

Perhaps I still hate myself till this day. I'm not entirely sure. The party life became my normal lifestyle. I've abandoned serving Hell, and I want nothing more than to live. If I get involved again in that drama I won't get peace. I would just experience more loss. I'm running on only my desire to live a fulfilling life and striving for inner peace. It's something Ami would've wanted. Once I find it I don't know what I'll do. I just know, somewhere deep down, I just want this all to be over..."



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