Yomi Koduku

By BayushiSan@aol.com

Description

This hell is for those who were, in life, those who could buy and sell someone in a social situation, and those who took advantage of others in this manner. This includes, but is not limited to, the likes of Lawyers and Used Car Salesmen. After their death and their travel into the Yomi worlds, many find themselves here.

This hell, as with the others, is fitting for their state of being during life. As they were such social creatures in life they find that now their skills are completely useless because everyone else in the hell ignores them.

They arrive in the setting of an eternal dinner reception with all the souls in this hell as well-dressed guests. New arrivals find that every soul is conversing with everyone else but never to him. It is this way for every single soul in the hell. Each one finds him or herself the outcast and social pariah. Thus each soul is alone in a crowd. Not only is there no way to speak (or be spoken to) by the other guests but they cannot be interacted with in any manner. They cannot be touched or smelled but they can be seen and heard.

The akuma of this hell are other guests at the party. They are particularly attractive (and seemingly naïve) members of the opposite sex who actively tempt certain souls who seem unaffected by their isolation. When the souls realize that they can't interact with the akuma either they generate dark Chi to feed the Yama Queen (the yin-imbalanced 'host' of the party. She mingles with guests and occasionally drinks chi from them by kissing them on either cheek and thanking them for coming. This brief interaction is the only relief from the isolation for the souls... it serves to prevent them from getting too used to it. Thus it keeps them generating dark Chi)

An alternate form of this hell is one in which the soul arriving finds himself on a plane of obsidian at night. There are no stars, no moon and everything around him is pitch black. He can keep walking forever in one direction and never reach anything. He can speak or even yell but there is no echo. The whole place is permeated by a slightly cold breeze (something that the inhabitants begin to look forward to as the only sensation in the place). There are no inhabitants in this form of the hell, besides each soul but they never seem to find one another. This void literally vacuums the dark chi from the victims and adds it to the void of the hell. The yama lord here is actually the hell itself. It is rumored that it is the stomach of the yama queen of the hell of isolation.