Written by Sloanl
Once upon a time (because isn't that always how these things start? There was a beautiful young girl named Suzie, who lived in a village in the mountains of rural Japan. Suzie was a sweet, shy, virtuous young girl, the most beautiful in her village, and some said, all of Japan.
Suzie lived with her father, her mother had passed away from scarlet fever when Suzie had been a child. Her father languished in grief for her mother, and over time turned to strong drink and gambling more and more to console his pain. As his own life spiraled out of control though, he worked hard to keep his vices from his daughter, she loved him fiercely, and he had no wish for her to think of him as a weak man. Days he worked as a cobbler for the village, and nights he waited until Suzie had gone to sleep, then snuck off to the houses of cards and dice.
Once upon a time (because isn't that always how these things start? There was a beautiful young girl named Suzie, who lived in a village in the mountains of rural Japan. Suzie was a sweet, shy, virtuous young girl, the most beautiful in her village, and some said, all of Japan.
Suzie lived with her father, her mother had passed away from scarlet fever when Suzie had been a child. Her father languished in grief for her mother, and over time turned to strong drink and gambling more and more to console his pain. As his own life spiraled out of control though, he worked hard to keep his vices from his daughter, she loved him fiercely, and he had no wish for her to think of him as a weak man. Days he worked as a cobbler for the village, and nights he waited until Suzie had gone to sleep, then snuck off to the houses of cards and dice.
Suzie grew into a stunning eighteen year old girl, and caught the eye of all the young men in the village. One of them, she fell in love with, the son of the butcher. The boy's father had a profitable business that the boy was set to inherit, and the lad was handsome and kind as well, and he worshipped the very ground the dainty feet of Suzie walked upon. Very soon, the young couple made their courtship public, and the young man asked her father for Suzie's hand in marriage. Her father was very happy, he saw that his daughter would be provided for, and he would be free to drink himself into an early grave where he hoped he would see his wife again in the afterlife.
There was a problem, however. Suzie's father, in his desperation, had turned to a yakuza for money, both to pay for Suzie's wedding, and to cover his gambling losses. His debt had been accumulating for months, and he owed more than he could ever hope to repay. The yakuza chieftain knew this, and like all men, he was not immune to Suzie's beauty, so he went to her father and made an offer:
"Give to me your daughter, and your debt is forgiven", the feared yakuza chieftain had said.
The father shook his head sadly, he loved his daughter too much to sentence her to the life of horror she would have to endure as the concubine of the yakuza. "Sir, I cannot" he had said, "I can do anything else, but I cannot do that."
"It is very unwise to refuse me," the angry yakuza had said, but the father remained steadfast, and refused the honored crime boss his prize.
The Yakuza had said nothing , just dismissed the father, who left trembling. The days went by, then weeks, and the father had begun to hope the tyrant had forgotten his threat. Then came the week of the wedding, and in the whirlwind of activity the father had never seen his Suzie so happy, he kept his greatest secret from her, for he was sure the yakuza would soon murder him.
The wedding was in the small village chapel, and the entire village attended. It was such a joyous occasion, and Suzie had never looked more stunning in her white wedding dress. The grooms father had roasted a pig for the event, and there was a feast to remember promised. The look of joy in Suzie's big brown eyes would be the last thing her father remembered.
Then the yakuzas killers entered the church. A few had pistols, most had katanas. There was screaming and chaos as the black-suited masked men arrived, then the first shots were fired into the crowd.
The villagers tried to escape the chapel, but the killers were among them, hacking with their swords. Blood coated and spattered the white wooden walls of the chapel, and the screams of the terrified and dying villagers could be heard for miles. Suzie and her father were captured and held alive by the brutes, and they waited while the yakuza chieftain stepped over bodies and entered the scene of the massacre. The vile man walked right up to Suzie and made her father watch as he ran his own sword through her, "No man may have her," he said as the young woman fell to the floor and lay dying, while her father wailed.
"Now, your debt is forgiven," the yakuza said, and beheaded Suzies father. With a sudden inspiration, he dipped his finger into the wound his katana had made in Suzies side, and wrote "Bloody Dead Bride" on her twitching leg, with it. Then, satisfied at his handiwork, he and his men left the now desecrated chapel.
At that moment, in that world that lies alongside this one, that Realm where Things We Dare Not Speak Of dwell, the demon who liked to call itself "Rosemary" raised its nose and smelled the scents of suffering and anguish. The demon had, for the past many years, been dwelling in the body of a nun, and it was in this body that the demon transported itself to the place of the suffering that had called it, the desecrated chapel.
Demons, like humans, come in many forms, and have many different personalities, and this particular demon, Rosemary, was quick to grow angry at the suffering of the truly innocent, and quicker to hash diabolical plots to punish those it felt deserved punishment.
Moving to the body of the dead bride Suzie, it knelt down and pitied her, here had been a truly innocent being! But it could be innocent no more. The demon added its own script to the label left behind by the yakuza, and changed the words written in blood on the dead woman's leg to say "Bloody UNdead Bride." Rosemary smiled, as she knew her work here had just begun.
Continued in Part 2 "The Birth of Su Yung"
There was a problem, however. Suzie's father, in his desperation, had turned to a yakuza for money, both to pay for Suzie's wedding, and to cover his gambling losses. His debt had been accumulating for months, and he owed more than he could ever hope to repay. The yakuza chieftain knew this, and like all men, he was not immune to Suzie's beauty, so he went to her father and made an offer:
"Give to me your daughter, and your debt is forgiven", the feared yakuza chieftain had said.
The father shook his head sadly, he loved his daughter too much to sentence her to the life of horror she would have to endure as the concubine of the yakuza. "Sir, I cannot" he had said, "I can do anything else, but I cannot do that."
"It is very unwise to refuse me," the angry yakuza had said, but the father remained steadfast, and refused the honored crime boss his prize.
The Yakuza had said nothing , just dismissed the father, who left trembling. The days went by, then weeks, and the father had begun to hope the tyrant had forgotten his threat. Then came the week of the wedding, and in the whirlwind of activity the father had never seen his Suzie so happy, he kept his greatest secret from her, for he was sure the yakuza would soon murder him.
The wedding was in the small village chapel, and the entire village attended. It was such a joyous occasion, and Suzie had never looked more stunning in her white wedding dress. The grooms father had roasted a pig for the event, and there was a feast to remember promised. The look of joy in Suzie's big brown eyes would be the last thing her father remembered.
Then the yakuzas killers entered the church. A few had pistols, most had katanas. There was screaming and chaos as the black-suited masked men arrived, then the first shots were fired into the crowd.
The villagers tried to escape the chapel, but the killers were among them, hacking with their swords. Blood coated and spattered the white wooden walls of the chapel, and the screams of the terrified and dying villagers could be heard for miles. Suzie and her father were captured and held alive by the brutes, and they waited while the yakuza chieftain stepped over bodies and entered the scene of the massacre. The vile man walked right up to Suzie and made her father watch as he ran his own sword through her, "No man may have her," he said as the young woman fell to the floor and lay dying, while her father wailed.
"Now, your debt is forgiven," the yakuza said, and beheaded Suzies father. With a sudden inspiration, he dipped his finger into the wound his katana had made in Suzies side, and wrote "Bloody Dead Bride" on her twitching leg, with it. Then, satisfied at his handiwork, he and his men left the now desecrated chapel.
At that moment, in that world that lies alongside this one, that Realm where Things We Dare Not Speak Of dwell, the demon who liked to call itself "Rosemary" raised its nose and smelled the scents of suffering and anguish. The demon had, for the past many years, been dwelling in the body of a nun, and it was in this body that the demon transported itself to the place of the suffering that had called it, the desecrated chapel.
Demons, like humans, come in many forms, and have many different personalities, and this particular demon, Rosemary, was quick to grow angry at the suffering of the truly innocent, and quicker to hash diabolical plots to punish those it felt deserved punishment.
Moving to the body of the dead bride Suzie, it knelt down and pitied her, here had been a truly innocent being! But it could be innocent no more. The demon added its own script to the label left behind by the yakuza, and changed the words written in blood on the dead woman's leg to say "Bloody UNdead Bride." Rosemary smiled, as she knew her work here had just begun.
Continued in Part 2 "The Birth of Su Yung"
