🇬🇧The Tale of the Kijo🏮👹🌒

Mark and Kaoruko flew to Kyoto to mend the fragments of their marriage 💔. He was a successful entrepreneur whose face never left the covers of Forbes, she was a quiet wife who had tolerated his coldness and rumors of numerous infidelities for years 🤫 For their last chance, they chose Kifune Shrine, dedicated to the god of water and patron of lovers ⛩️. However, the atmosphere there was heavy. As soon as they stepped onto the red stairs, Kaoruko went pale 🌫️. The air around her seemed to vibrate with the anger of the ancient Kami ⚡. Her face suddenly began to flush with a thick, unnatural red, her eyes filled with blood 👹 — "I need to... use the restroom!" she bolted headlong, shoving parishioners out of the way 🏃‍♀️💨 When she returned, Mark didn't recognize her. Her gaze was icy, her movements too smooth, as if she no longer touched the ground ❄️. She didn't argue, she didn't cry. She was completely indifferent 🧿 That night in their penthouse, silence reigned, broken by an unexpected passion 🔥. Mark was amazed—he had never seen his wife so fervent. But in the middle of the night, he woke up to an unbearable weight... Someone was sitting on his chest 🌑 In the faint moonlight, he saw not the same Kaoruko, but a demoness with horns sprouting through her disheveled hair 👺. Her claws had already ripped open his ribcage, pulling out his warm, pulsating heart 🫀🩸. She leaned down to him, and he smelled iron and the old temple 🩸 — "You shouldn't have cheated on me"... she whispered, burying herself in his lips with a bloody kiss 💋🩸 Morning brought horror 😱. The police found the millionaire's estate covered in blood. Mark's body was mangled, and his heart was missing 🚔. Bloody footprints of bare female feet led away from the house, leaving no other evidence 👣🩸 A few hours later, Mark's heart was found. It lay on the altar of the same Kifune Shrine, washed by the rain, as a sacrificial offering ⛈️. A young monk, who was the first to find the terrible gift, repeated the same thing in shock: he had seen the Kijo dancing in the square with a bag at night 👹💃... and then... then she approached him and gave him a kiss that smelled of death and revenge ✨💀. Kaoruko was never seen again ♨️😈💜. They say she returned to where her pain finally found form—in the dark forests around the ancient sanctuaries 🌲👹🌲