Asamu-Oni

The ground where Asamu-Oni sat was saturated with wrong. The Sygola trees around it, lush with life only days before, were dead and decaying now, their leaves gone, their trunks split open and festering like corpses. The lagoon was a deep red, like an eyeless socket, a pit of blood in the jungle. Gone were the laughing Zipsum of the Riverswift Tribe, the birds of the air, and the frogs in the lagoon. In their place maggots and bacteria swarmed, greedy for this hoard of carrion, but an observant eye would see how quickly the scavengers were destroyed by the malevolent presence in that place. Their shriveled corpses piled up, becoming food for the next insatiable but doomed flesh-crawler.

Karia wept to see the destruction as she asked the presence, "Who are you?"

I am Asamu-Oni, the one who rots.

"Why are you here?"

I was called.

"What is your purpose?"

I will avenge my brother, Garandou-Oni, the one who takes.

The trunk of a giant Sygola tree collapsed with a noxious fart. Rotting from the inside, foul gases built up until they forced their way through the soft bark, rending the tree in half. Karia shuddered, the smell was horrible. Asamu-Oni shifted his weight, sending black tendrils leaking along the ground, pulling himself like an obscene pile of refuse through the jungle.

"They will be expecting you."

That is good. The taste is sweeter when the death is foreseen.

"Many things have been foreseen regarding them."

But only one of these is certain.

"I have given them gifts and curses for moments such as these."

Your breath is wasted Karia. I am going to eat your children. All of them. And then I will shit them out and they will sit on you, rotting, for eternity.