A Story Without a Name

He was the strongest and most feared existence in all empires. He controlled stories and ravished enemies. He was the complete embodiment of what it meant to be the Devil. Everyone commenced to rid themselves of such a threat, and they succeeded. Albeit, only for a few years before the great lord returned to the land of the living. Little do they know, that with rising problems threatening to shake up the nations once more, like a phantom, the enemy they had once killed out of fear helps them from behind the scenes under the guise of a normal civilian.

“Listen for the buzz of the Golden Honeybee’s wings,
Where it will guide you to a lonely mountain creek,
Follow the path abandoned by the hearts of kings,
And be sure not to make a single peep.
Then, the White Tiger’s snores you’ll hear,
Below the bright azure skies of crystal clear,
Walk into the fiery sea of blazing chrysanthemums,
Whilst being careful of the spirit foxes’ bums,
And there, you will find me,
Sleeping below the great willow tree.”