In many cultures after the fall of the oni, oni have been depicted as creatures of malice and destruction, laying waste to the land and people who surround them. Seeing this, the white oni drove their kin out of the land, with the reputation of all oni being destroyed by their selfish cousins. When the dead had been driven back, the realms separated once more, the red and blue oni took advantage of the gifts of the living, becoming tyrants similarly to those they had stopped. Finally, the white were honorable and just, sparing those whom surrendered, killing only those they had to. The blue were cunning and deceptive, looking for the right moment to assassinate powerful leaders. The red were fierce and fearsome, tearing the foul spirits into pieces like wild animals. Out of the shadows of death and decay, the oni rose, with three kinds of their kin red, blue, and white. Long ago, the realms of the dead and the realms of the living were close enough to clash day after day, corpses rising moments after they are killed, ghosts possessing the living, and wraiths ruling the land. Tsuyoi Masayoshi, a white oni paladin, writing to his brother, Tsuyoi Kasai, a red oni necromancer Fallen Heroes I will not rest, nor will our fellow white oni kin, until you lay dead in the dirt. Now, I send this letter to you, my brother, as my final act of kindness towards you a warning. Omg period that's what we were back then, in the old days. I still remember when we were but children, and we thought that your 'evil' red skin meant nothing. ![]() Those times have long since past, now, I am afraid.
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