Their journey has come to an end, despite Machiko’s insistence they are under no threat, they are ambushed by both the Beast Clan and Possessed Men. Queen Enma and King Yama of the Giant Clan stare with cold eyes and almost fossilized faced. Their bodies covered in gold and jewels like a Catholic ossuary but with a distinct Buddhist aura. They could be great peacocks or fiery roosters for the way their gleaming gowns gift life to beings nearly dead from age and time. Time has brought this kingdom to a the edge of oblivion but their cunning and cutthroat political maneuvering are something to behold. Furyo can only smile, of coarse the Cannibal Giants betrayed them. Furyo looks at these brooding monoliths. A man who is surely dead with his eyes open, and wife so ancient the monarchs fused with the wall behind them. Crowns, rings, and fine metallic kimono frame primal misshapen faces gnarled by evil are no match for their beaded regalia of severed heads dipped in molten gold with eyes pierced by rubies, emeralds and sapphires. Where the Queen and Kings tusk-like teeth should be, instead they had replacements of diamond and colored glass. He considers their treason, a perfect trap for a naive hoodlum out of his depth.

The meeting in Nagasaki was by their invitation, not only did they never show up but they gave the Ghost Clan the perfect advantage to wipe them out. Furyo begins laughing and just as he is about to be skewered by General of the Cannibal Warlord Vanguard, the voice of the Queen of the Giants stops every one in their place. Her voice is like music of such a pitch and resonance that it soothes and savages the soul all at once. She speaks perfect English and smiles. “What is so funny hairless little monkey?” Furyo sneers and with a voice like dropping a sledge hammer on a drum kit from the roof of the Empire State Building, he challenges her. “So this is the cowardly final move of a scared little haven of fairies and bird brained ghosts too stupid to have survived on the mainland?” The Queen likes this little black eyed infidel, too stupid or full of bravado to see the walls closing in.

“Despite having a soul no better than an insect or vapors from a bloated corpse, you seek to lecture us on honor and protocol?” Furyo doesn’t have a thoughtful response to his. He almost feels drunk with rage turned to bitter resentment, leeching his body of any enzymes meant to create inspiration in times like this. Despite being a titan among convicts known for disrespect since the age of 16 when he went up for a torture robbery of a drug dealer. He learned to excel in acts of butchery during prison disputes using razors kept in his cheek beside his gums. Honestly starting to feel the his teeth ache from clenching his jaw as the reality of his entire world being crushed by this journey into a land that feels like a highly charged storm about to crack as the waves rise 60 feet tall and your freighter is not rated for a load guaranteed to bring you into the ice water hell you fear most.

Not willing to go out like a punk, he does the most disrespectful thing he can think of. With the swagger of Elvis 11 drinks into a night of hookers and cocaine, he slowly unzips his pants, whips out his dick and takes a minute and a half piss all over their gleaming floor, pushing a bloated pool of dark and unhealthy piss easily 20 feet away as the ashes and lost teeth on the floor flush up to the mummified toes of the royal host. The Demonic creatures all around wide eyed and waiting for his opportunity to rip this fool to pieces. Monstrosities close in with barbed whips, spears and pitchforks. The queen’s eyes betray no emption. Her body almost totally stone as only slight movement of her face is possible.

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Furyo gets the distinct feeling she would turn him into a breeding slave in a harem to satisfy the royal ladies at court if he wasn’t the size of a mosquito on their nipples. The Possessed Men surge forward and Furyo instinctively wipes out a group of six with his barehands and feet. The Queen of Hell stops the Giants from intervening as every single Possessed Men tribe member is beaten to death. Then as the Beast Clan comes from the other side, Furyo like a magician using sleight of hand, pulls a nasty looking ice pick from nowhere. Furyo is only able to attack one Beast, despite being of subhuman and feral wholly shape, isn’t quite a Werewolf more like a Yeti. Something so odd it defies classification. Furyo had dances out of its initial charge, broke its knee as it passed and like a gymnast hopped on its shoulders and piercing its eyes and temple 2 dozen times before the creature fell and went into involuntary death throws, trying to run in place and draining its bowels. Furyo did not relish the thought of taking on Cannibal Giants but he figured at least one would need to die before he could continue any discussion with the Queen.

This was enough violence for the point to be made. The mighty Ghost Clan had picked substandard allies who were so easily bested, any thought of changing the paradigm was out the window. The Giants respect ferociousness, attacking first, making grotesque examples of enemies and the Queen had no doubt if Furyo was allowed he would carve up every surviving member of the Beast Clan and if allowed to leave hunt them into extinction. This Brought tears of joy to her eyes, reminding her of the time when her tribe had dominance on the mainland, controlling human worlds by dominating cross roads, deep Forrests and bridges where lurking Cannibals could lie in wait to startle kings and put whole armies into stew pots. With out saying a word, two Tenshin Tengu appear beside Furyo is bolts of lightning. They look like fearsome angels built for war, one has a red stone mask with a long penis-like nose on an ogres hateful face, the other a stoic hawk entity clutching strange weapons of cosmic fire. Tengu are a lost group of Kami spirits who regard humanity as a fleeting amusement, like fireflies slowly suffocating in the great jar of drunk gods with no concept of good and evil, only the whims of their own esoteric delights.

The Queen speaks in a voice of power, stopping all the violence and giving pause to the proceedings. “Funny little human, you have given us glorious entertainment. We seek no more peace with your enemies, we stand as the final line of the fallen peoples of the shapeshifter, the heavenly armies, the lost languages and extinct races of higher minded entities. Despite our savage nature and ghoulish practices, we are a spiritual race of mystics and hold on to lost teachings of the celestial spheres. If you will forgive our attempts at neutrality, we will ensure your fight with the Ghost Clan is fair and with out any more sneak attacks. I will bless you with these might Tengu warriors, they will be invisible at your side and able to cross any spiritual barrier or ritual curse used by your enemies. I do want you to have the opportunity however to meet your parents. Your Mother is the living head of Ghost Clan, and your father as you know is the Black Wolf, chief executioner for the Beast Clan. Before you set out on a path of self destruction and eternal torment, take their counsel and truly weigh if you are on the side of this conflict you belong.”