Long ago your grandmother had told stories of a demon so vile looking,that no one even wanted to imagine it,except for you. You were an artist,who loved to paint and sculpt. Every night you would paint that vile demon,down to the very last detail. You were painting up in a tree whist eating a carrot,when you saw him…he looked just like the demon you had painted!

“Is that…me?” gyokko said,his golden mouth-eye widening