鬼灯

Hōzuki is the talented, sadistic deputy of the King of Hell, Yama. He tries to solve various problems in Hell. In his spare time, he's taking care of the animals and raising Goldfish grass. Hoozuki is a tall man with black hair that part ways in the middle and has a horn on his forehead. He wears a black yukata with red lining and on the back, a lantern.

[kitchiris]

鬼と少女 || thechineselantern

[kitchiris]

She listened carefully as the other answered her question, wide eyes glacing around every now and then, she was quiet for a couple of seconds after he finished. Hell, did she hear that right?

‟T-This is hell?! …I did not know it was organized in such way…how long has it been like that?!…” Her face was one of shock, but perhaps for the wrong reasons. Chiri believed the underworld to be very different. For example, she certainly had no idea hell had offices. ‟How do the subdivision system works? Who is in charge, or is there a hierarchy at all? Did you decorate this office by yourself?” She began asking with sudden enthusiasm. She surely didn’t seem to mind the fact that she was in hell without knowing why, but the fact hell was not how she imagined it to be. She wanted to know more. Priorities, she certainly had them. She then yelped before rushing to cover her mouth with the palm of her hand. A subtle blush colored her cheeks. ‟I must apologize, I got a little too excited…how embarrassing.”

[thechineselantern]

At first the demon was rather insulted, but as she continued on relief washed over him with just a tinge of surprise. It was certainly unexpected to hear such words come from a young girl's lips. Her enthusiasm made him equally enthusiastic, though his expression remained the same: discontent, as it was almost permanent for him to keep such a face, and he considered himself to be 'quite cheery'.  "Please do not apologize." He replied, holding a hand up and soon bringing it to his chest in a show of devotion to the words that followed. "I'm filled with joy to see that you are so enthusiastic about all of this, and to be honest, very surprised at that." It was truly marvelous to see such a woman, her priorities enticed him. 

"This is my office, which I decorated all by myself." His perfectly proportioned hands stretched out to the sides in emphasis, before coming back down to rest at his sides. "King Enma is our figurehead, but I consider myself the true manipulator of hell, as I am his second in command-- his deputy. I do all of the work." Hozuki explained with much pride. "Each subdivision is appropriated to each sin. In Animal Cruelty Hell, those who have committed the sin of animal cruelty are subject to torture, from animals who have been sent to hell and now work for us as minions." Japanese hell greatly differed from the americanized hell that Satan ruled over. Here, rather than indulging in their sins, they reshaped sinners to be productive and learn from their ways. Though, many areas of hell as of late seemed to be greatly understaffed.

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[thechineselantern]

To the Land of the Living ;x

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His nervous smile was quickly eradicated, now replaced by a grateful one, his features brightening up in the process. “T-thank you, Hozuki-san.” he bowed slightly during the curt hand shake, pulling away in mannered time.  "Oh let me check." Miyamura lifted the vacation pamphlet, scanning it over twice to make sure he doesn’t make any silly mistakes. "It’s— Tokyo, it says we’ll go see Tokyo Disney land, then the Tokyo tower, then later tonight we’d go to uh—" he paused."Kabukicho."

"I haven’t gone to this places so I don’t know what it’s like,how about you?"

[thechineselantern]

Hozuki returned the brief bow, and nodded his head along as his newly acquired tour partner began to list off their destinations. He had heard many things about attractions in the modern world, such as 'Disney land', but what amused him behind his scary looking exterior was that he was very familiar with Kabukicho. A vast majority of those who were sent to Japanese Hell for indulging in things like liquor, womanizing and the like, spent a great deal of time in that particular area. To have something he had learned so much about by text and imagery; first hand now, would prove to be interesting. His eyes lingered on the Kabukicho section of the pamphlet for a while, finding it difficult not to think of work related things that piqued his interest. "I have heard of most of the destinations, however I have never been to any of them." He answered carefully. He did have to keep up his disguise as a human male, so any mention of Hell or work would put him in a dangerous situation. That being said, the workaholic adjusted his hat once more to be sure that everything was in order.  "I have never been to any kind of amusement park, unfortunately." The demon offered a shrug of the shoulders, pointing to it on the pamphlet. He didn't know how he felt about such things, as he was more the type to indulge in his work. 

[thechineselantern]

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[kitchiris]

鬼と少女 || thechineselantern

The girl opened her eyes and—though she couldn’t recall why had she closed them in first place— whatever she would’ve expected to see, this was certainly not it. Round eyes met with the sight of an unknow place graced with vivid colors and ornaments, a strange scenery, it was almost like a painting…well, it also had the look of…some kind of office. However, that itself didn’t cause as much disconcert as what followed. Her eyes finally fell upon an very unfamiliar being, they dressed in a exquisite yukata of black and crimson fabric, standing not too far from her, their physical featuresand overall aura were…not possibly natural, not at all.  Thankfully, their apparence was also quite polished and neat, that alone gave her a feeling of ease that prevented her from losing composture . Chiri was confused still, and rightfully so. She had questions, and the logical thing to do would be to ask, so decided to approach the only other creature she had in sight.

"Umm, excuse me…" She called towards the figure in yukata with a soft, yet firm voice and a rigid stare."Can you perhaps provide me with the name of my current location, please? I’m afraid I don’t recognize this place myself at all and is very disconcerting, not to mention unpleasant. So, I want to know…In fact, I demand to know.” Her eyes glanced up the taller figure, down, and then up again. She spoke with a sudden cheerful tone.

"Oh also, that is a lovely haircut." Parted in the middle, of course.

[thechineselantern]

Paperwork. Seemingly endless stacks of paperwork filled his office, left to him by King Enma, as per usual. He much preferred to be on the field dealing with tasks that required his presence elsewhere, however once in a while sitting in silence in this office for a while to do some old-fashioned paperwork could prove to be relieving. After all, what would a Japanese be without their work? They were renowned workaholics. But the silence of his office that had drawn out; the only occasional noise of papers flipping and stamps being pressed against the sheets being interrupted by the voice of a female. Ah.

"You are in my office," Hozuki offered a simple answer before further elaborating. Obviously she was a new arrival, given that she did not yet quite understand where she had ended up so suddenly. "We are in Japanese Hell, which is separated into two hells-- Cold and Hot, with 252 subdivisions within them." He continued, dark grey hues portraying his constantly dissatisfied looking demeanor as he gazed at her. Despite his usual face of displeasure, his words were always oddly polite sounding.  "And thank you." He nodded his head in recognition of the compliment. That was right-- he took great care of his appearance, given his status here in Hell. 

[thechineselantern]

{♣} Personal Preferences;

{♣}--- Hozuki dislikes women who are far too submissive. He finds them to be very dull. He has stated before that he admires someone who can "shake off being strangled by an anaconda". This being said, he also appreciates a woman who is willing to try his "brain tissue miso soup" with a smile on their face. 

[teiephonebooth]

鬼灯さまと鬼灯 | Hoozuki no Reitetsu | Artist

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[thechineselantern]

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Hozuki stared blankly at the not-even-remotely-similar man for a long moment, silence filling the air after the flower had been placed in his hair. What was happening here..?”I should give you something in return." Yes. A gift much greater than a flower. Hozuki’s expression darkened— darker than his usual expression of dissatisfaction. It was his unmentionable bastard face. His insides churned just at the very mention of this man; being in the presence of him stirred up an even bigger, more violent reaction. And on that note, he gripped his iron club effortlessly with one hand, perfectly proportioned fingers executing the swiftest of blows to the side of Hakutaku’s head. “I believe that is equal." But he repeated the motion, hitting him again— harder.”I seem to have been unable to control myself. My apologies.”

[hakutaco]

Hakutaku returned the favour with a glare, his eyes open enough to reveal both his pupils and irises fully. He held a bouquet of Blood Flowers in his hand, one he needed to travel all the way down to hell to acquire. It just so happened that, as he was on his way to return back home, a gentle breeze blew by and stole one of the flowers off its stem. It also just so happened that below him, laying sprawled across the grass-less field was the despicable, unbearable, horn-faced bastard Hakutaku just so happened to despise with all his heart and soul. It was a series of unlikely ‘just so happened’s which all led to the cherry on top of the cake, the flower that just so happened to land atop of the demon’s head. His lips twisted in an upside-down ‘u’, his eyes momentarily widening as he sensed an impending doom creeping up on him. "There is nothing valuable you could possibly offe—" and bang. For the first time, he despised taking flight, landing, quickly after, a couple of meters away from his original position.

"You damned Gh*bli Freak! Apologize properly and I might consider actually forgiving you" pointing at his toes, he gave the other a crooked smile and a menacing look.

[thechineselantern]

“Impossible," Hozuki replied sharply while brushing the flower out from his hair,  now walking over to where his long-term enemy had landed and poking him harshly in the cheek with his club. He had the worst of luck, running into him every other day was one of the many misfortunes of their lines of work. Crossing paths was inevitable, but always proved to be physically relieving in the end as he would give himself an excuse to abuse him over and over again. It was almost therapeutic, now that he thought about it.  ”I have done nothing to apologize for, and you forgiving me is the last thing I would want, I’m perfectly fine you holding a grudge." He sneered, filled with bitterness as his gaze remained fixated on the other male.  ”It’s things like that which are going to send you to Hell faster, where I can punish you properly for being such a detestable womanizer." He internally smiled, though his exterior remained unamused. That was right; Hozuki would loathe this man until his very last breath as a demon. Repulsive.  "And what of those flowers? For a woman, who is going to reject you?" The demon added on with a scoff. He didn't know why Hakutaku even bothered trying at this point-- he was far too slimy for any woman to appreciate. Hozuki believed in presenting a woman with the finest of points to offer of themselves, but as there were no such existent things in his entire body and soul, the chinese male would be doomed to face rejection time and time again. Typical.

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Hozuki stared blankly at the not-even-remotely-similar man for a long moment, silence filling the air after the flower had been placed in his hair. What was happening here..?"I should give you something in return." Yes. A gift much greater than a flower. Hozuki's expression darkened-- darker than his usual expression of dissatisfaction. It was his unmentionable bastard face. His insides churned just at the very mention of this man; being in the presence of him stirred up an even bigger, more violent reaction. And on that note, he gripped his iron club effortlessly with one hand, perfectly proportioned fingers executing the swiftest of blows to the side of Hakutaku's head. "I believe that is equal." But he repeated the motion, hitting him again-- harder."I seem to have been unable to control myself. My apologies."

[yungorihara]

Kanra was, to be completely honest, stunned by his words. She listened intently, her eyes quickly roaming down to the floor as she tried to process what he was saying to her. King of Hell? Deputy? It seemed like some kind of anime gibberish to her, and she didn’t really want to accept any of it as fact. But everything felt too real for her to dismiss it as some elaborate prank.

Steeling herself, she looked back at the demon, Hozuki. “Well, I…I’m afraid that’s not all the questions I have for today. That clipboard…” She replied. “…What’s on it exactly? Why is my name there?”

[thechineselantern]

It was no surprise to the demon that after hearing what he had to say, she had more inquires. The next question was an easy one for Hozuki to answer, and of course it was by nature that he answered bluntly.  "This clipboard is the list of new arrivals in Hell. I was just getting around to this part of my work day, you see. I have tours to give for Enma." He explained calmly, turning the clipboard to face her. A slender index finger pointed to her name, tapping it's nail against the paper on the board.  "Given your sins, I do believe you belong in Mortal Hell." As he announced this, his dead-looking eyes widened partially with interest. Ah, yes. A rather sinful one, she was. "That is of course, the final section of hell, where those who are cast there receive every single torture from each 252 divisions." He added on excitedly, putting the clipboard back inside of the folds of his clothes and gripping his iron club gently.  "Would you like a tour?"

[thechineselantern]

Dolefulcrow has been sent to hell for the sin of Grieving;

Grey hues offered just as little emotion as the rest of his face seemed to, lips curled into a slight frown and brows permanently looking furrowed in distaste. This was however, the demon's usual expression. It got darker tha this when he was angry, which to some might be unbelievable. Despite this demeanor, he was quite content having just finished watering his Goldfish Plants. But now he was in his office again, looking down at mountains of paperwork left to him by Enma. But of course. All these slackers... His attention was drawn to someone else who had entered the office, eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something I can help you with?"

[thechineselantern]

{♣} Interests;

{♣} --- Hozuki is very fond of animals; no matter what kind. The reason why he will not keep a cat, is because he already is caring for a great deal of Goldfish Plants, and the two would not mingle very well. He participates as a judge at the annual Goldfish Plant competition, among other things, and would never bring harm to an animal. It is his rule.

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[autumnspeak]

          "All demon horns appear strong as bone, but yours looks as though a touch would be soft as the skin of a babe." Manji’s ears twitch more interesting, looking higher up to the man carefully. It was a common flaw for someone like herself to be as tiny as a growing shrub in a garden.

            "Of course, I have no manners, so please pardon my sharp tongue." The kitsune was only half honest about her comment, but fascination was always a weak point for one young as her.

[thechineselantern]

"I see.." Hozuki replied slowly, gazing down at the young female in discontent. It was an odd comment to receive in regards to his appearance, since he was typically referred to as a fearsome sadist based on appearance and first encounters; but if one were to have a longer conversation with him, it would be found out that he is a man of morale.  "You are very impolite, as you say." He gave a soft sigh, pursing his lips thoughtfully. He didn't particularly like the idea of being looked at as 'soft', but then again with his habit of keeping goldfish plants for pets and loving all animals, it was hard to call him otherwise. "..Do you think it is a bad thing?" The demon added on an inquiry uncertainly, taking her words into consideration. As a man who took great care of his appearance,, it was only natural that this would concern him.