Darkness. Nothing but darkness was all she could see, all she had ever seen, and all she cared to see. The glorious darkness that enveloped her, the darkness...she had personally made. Some called her The Black Widow. Others called her The Recluse. Some went so far as to be blunt, and called her by a pet name that all Japan had come up with, and fondly used; The Spider Lady. She cared not for any of these names. She had a true name, one she that never told to the mortals. Those delightful, little creatures who roamed the land in small little colonies. Each one like a busy little ant with their own job, their own place. They'd all die in the end either by her own hand, or by their god's own desire. Either way, they would be pulled into that lovely darkness that she now sat in, the only source of light a small hole in the wall of the room, no...it wasnt a room anymore. A small hole in the wall of the webbed cocoon she had fashioned in the entrance of this old, abandoned, imperial home.
Long, thin strands of silk held up the large, white ball which glistened with dew from the morning. It looked far too big to be supported by such thing strands, but it was held there effortlessly, the Spider's web far stronger than one could ever have hoped. A pure white eye peered out of the hole which was just barely visible from the outside of the cocoon as the creature sat there waiting for the same villagers to come up the hill, and make their offering to what they believed was the goddess sent to watch over their adorable little home. She'd done just that since they fed her her prey. It was much easier than having to sit in wait for some poor soul to walk right into the web, vibrate the strings so that they would wake the sleeping death that awaited inside her lovely little shell.
Ah, at last. The two women, two women who were elders of the village just beyond the Spider's gaze, started up the hill. They carried with each of them a small goat. Just enough to satisfy the predator's hunger for the next month when they would return with something different. Sometimes it was plump cattle, plump pigs, delectable chicken in the dozens. Other times it was the sick from the village. Poor souls that needed an end, and the Spider was more than willing to help these poor creatures out. Because she, like most of her kind, was an oddly peaceful being. A kind protector who swore to continue to protect so long as she was fed. See...spiders are often feared, often looked down upon, but this arachnid had shown that she would not harm the villagers, and she would protect them from harm as long as she was shown that they appreciated her sitting there atop that hill...in that abandoned mansion, her watchful, white eyes surveying the entirety of the surrounding areas.
The woman had grown close, and sat upon the ground their bahhing offerings, and then they waited for that familiar crack of the cocoon as it opened, and revealed the pale woman in the purple kimono. The beautiful woman with the lovely, obsidian horn adorned her head; odd colored, purple cherry blossoms growing from the horn's spiraled, onyx surface. With a fierce flap of her leathery, demonic wings, the Spider was propelled from the webbed shell, and landed lightly upon her ribbon bound feet. A smile spread her plump lips as she looked adoringly at the two girls, young girls.
"It is a pleasure to see such lovely girls again...."
The Spider's words were never spoken in more than a whisper, but her voice was beautiful. The girls before her willingly returned the woman's smile, not an ounce of fear in their rain colored eyes. Why? Because the arachnid had never been anything, but kind to them, and their village. She was an evil being, no...those evil being would be the True Black Widows who were anywhere from hellish, unsightly beast to sinfully appealing women. She was different, her an her sisters. Wherever they may be. The girls would have answered her, would have giggled, and called her 'Widow-sama' , but they were just as distracted as the Spider had become. When she had heard this odd enchanting, a man's voice spewing word she did not know. It was a curious thing, and she wondered if the girl's before her were hearing the same thing. Her white eyes turned toward them, but what she saw was blackness. Nothing but pure blackness.
The Spider had arrived in the summoning room in an odd sort of fashion. Thousands of tiny, spider seemed to crawl up from the ground in the second summoning circle. They were odd little creatures, silver in coloring with a near metallic shine. Their small bodies rippled as if they were liquid, but they moved as a solid, each of their eight legs creating the shrill sound of metal clanking upon a hardened floor. They each crawled to the second circle, and began to create the silhouette of the creature they were creating. Her lovely, long legs, her short kimono, the odd, bat like wings that extended from her back, and hung lazily by her sides, her slim waist, well endowed bosom, feminine shoulder, dainty neck. They created everything up to her short hair, and her beautiful horns. They then seemed melt into one another, and form a solid, metal statue which then melted away from the Spider's body to reveal the woman who lie beneath.
Her white eyes fluttered open as she stood there in that circle, and fear flashed in those pearl pool almost immediately. Where was she, and why was she brought here? Curiosity then trumped her fear, but not for long. Across from her was a man with his arms outstretched. He wore odd clothing, but what shined in his hands was even more peculiar; a bracelet connected to a ring by the smallest of silver chains. What was the meaning of this? What was this place, and who were all these people gazing at her, and the man who stood in the other circle? She wrapped her arms around herself, the spider out in the open, prey for danger, and she felt she couldnt even leave the circle in which she now stood. Pleading eyes looked at the man beafore, as if begging him to release her, begging him to let her keep her life. She wasnt at all familiar with what was going on, and she now had no webbed shell in which she could retreat to.
A Spider out in the open, full of fear, surrounded by threats. The poor woman, silent as she had always been, let out the quietest cry, her eyes closing as if this would all just disappear.
