A chill permeated the shifting and changing space as the tengu, with a motion both precise and disdainful, retrieved the disembodied eye. In the air before him, crimson energy sparked and coalesced as he traced intricate runic sigils and perfect circles that hummed with arcane power in front of him. He didn't rush instead choosing to let the magic deepen its hold even as his voice, a resonant baritone, echoed through the void well laced with an ancient yet weary contempt.
"Firstly," he slowly began, his gaze fixed on the trembling eye in his grip, "it is hardly our failing that you neglected to investigate the world you chose to trifle with. Ignorance, even wilful, is never an excuse for sheer stupidity and negligence. Secondly, that human you so carelessly targeted possesses depths far exceeding your most nightmarish imaginings, interacting with beings on par with you, even though brief before having the foresight and brains flee from them before harm could befall him by their hands. Your little 'game,' as you so quaintly put it, has done nothing but inadvertently grant him the keys to a pandora's box, A means to slowly gain access to those hidden layers that he could only glimpse before. Both he and my chosen ward are beings whose true potential lies far beyond your comprehension and who, upon the end of their natural life span would have been brought over by others beyond I, away from there destined afterlives to join their service. So yes, I will concede that he is dangerous – but only to those foolish enough to cross or actively provoke him. Haha." A dry, humourless chuckle escaped the tengu at the end of his sentence as his shadowed form seeming to ripple with suppressed power.
"And lastly a very important fact you need to understand is that I am not merely referring to the tengu clans whenever I use plural terms. Oh no, you see, the entities I referred to are far more ancient and terrifying than the entirety of my clan with an interest in them that dwarfs my own. You can consider this sealing a leniency, a mercy even compared to what they would love to have happen to you. Will you still be able observe, yes, but interaction? That privilege is revoked for quite a long time. In regards to those I spoke of, those truly invested in the fate of that human and my chosen, they may reach out eventually to use you as a medium to interact with them... That is if your mind isn't flayed to absolute oblivion, or your essence twisted into a grotesque, inanimate doll by their actions and even then, that's only if they're in a benevolent mood. You probably will still suffer torments beyond anything you could conceive, along with those you consider your 'friends'. And even then, those are the ones who might be considered 'on our side.' Meaning my clan and the female I hold interest in. If it were those aligned with her friend? The one you foolishly chose to be your entertainment? Well, I shudder to imagine the atrocities they would bring upon visiting you."
As the last word dissolved, the tengu completed the final curve of the magic mark. He then lowered the eye, placing it precisely within the blazing center of his magical construct. What resulted was a sudden and violent flash of black light that swept across the room, an inverse illumination that somehow deepened the shadows around him well simultaneously rendered them translucent. Within that oppressive gloom, scores of figures materialized, each standing just behind him. An assembly of horrors that made the very air crackle with dread by there very presents. The eye, now trapped and powerless, could only gaze upon the terrifying tableau as he realized the folly his kind and the group that brought such things to completion had brought upon themselves.
Even veiled by the oppressive darkness, some forms were horrifyingly distinct. Two humanoid beings, grotesque tapestries of mismatched flesh, stitched together with visible, coarse thread seemed to writhe with a silent agony. These were not mere constructs but twisted experiments, their features a disturbing mosaic of despair and madness. Beside them, a porcelain doll-like girl radiated an unsettling, hollow eeriness. Strapped to her back was a massive, rusted iron maiden, its spiked interior hinted at by a single, slender hand protruding from a crevice, forever frozen in a desperate, silent plea for escape. A Leshy stood tall, a humanoid silhouette woven entirely from moss, ancient leaves and gnarled branches. Its eyes, twin emerald embers, burned with an ancient, indifferent wisdom, hinting at aeons of primal nature magic untamed by mortal will glaring down at him.
Then came the angels, a study in corrupted divinity. One unfurled wings of purest white, yet her aura pulsed with a dark, wicked malevolence that contradicted her celestial form. Her eyes, luminous and cunning, held a sinister glint, promising pain rather than salvation. The other, cloaked in vast, midnight-black wings, exuded an aura of dangerous seduction. Her smile, exquisitely sensual, was a siren's call that promised forbidden delights even as it warned of the treacherous, soul-devouring depths beneath.
Beyond even these discernible horrors, deeper within the oppressive shadows that bled from and beneath them, lay shapes that defied description. They were shifting masses of malice, an overwhelming sense of dread given physical form, horrors far beyond any human imagination. Encountering them, the eye knew with a chilling certainty, would mean a fate worse than any conceivable nightmare in its current, powerless form. It could only pray, now trapped within its magical prison that it would never cross paths with these true terrors if he could avoid it.
"We will be watching, little eye," the tengu concluded, his voice now a low, chilling murmur. "So take care. And pray you never meet any of those who truly hold interest in him. They would visit upon you deeds that would make this and anything we could do, feel like what the humans consider a five-star spa resort."
With those final, dire words, the tengu's form rippled and dissolved, melting seamlessly into the impenetrable shadows, leaving the trembling eye locked in its shimmering prison. Confusion mingled with terror in its perception. How could a simple act, a familiar "game" it had played countless times, escalate to this? Why was this time so different? Unfortunately, no answers would come to the now-confined eye. A bitter sense of resignation settled over it, the only comfort being its continued ability to observe. "At least I can still watch what happens and choose what channels to watch." it whispered, a pathetic attempt to find solace in its horrifying new reality.