Monsters Are Words: Origin

Godfrey Illinois. Two in the morning. Alone, walking down a narrow road fraught with mist and hungry darkness, a boy finds a book. It sits in the dead center of a crossroads, all the traffic signals about it blinking red. ‘Ominous,’ in a word. Shadows loom over the boy’s shoulder as he steps into the road; the mist swirling in close, fangs bared, ready to devour the boy as he leans down and picks up the book. ‘Monstrous,’ in a word. And yet, with hardly a thought, nor care, nor an ounce of piety to show for the inauspiciousness of the occasion, the boy opens it. What. An. Idiot. Though, with a name like Seven, perhaps he should be forgiven for his misfortunes, and his missteps. And either way, Seven has no idea he’s about to release a trickster goddess from the depths of the past, and with her, mayhem on a level our rational world has seldom experienced. A procession of the Weird: a monster’s Parade. So welcome to the unassuming streets of Godfrey Illinois—the perfect sleepy backwater in which to resurrect the storied and occultic landscape of bygone Japan. Where behind every copse of trees and rocky outcropping lurk yōkai: aberrant beings and maleficent manifestations. They’re here to party, and you might not live out the night! —That is, unless, Seven and his new partner have something to say about it…

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