The Fox was born and raised in the Bbalkkoch brothel in the red district of Luzeus. Her mother died in childbirth, and she was raised by the women. She became close with one young girl, who became like her elder sister. The Fox called her eonnie. The Fox was not unhappy. The red district was always bright. Even in the night, it glowed red. She was happy to clean and serve the older women who worked so hard for their beauty.
One day, the Fox's elder sister took a customer. When she fought back as he beat her into the bed, he killed her. It was the Fox who found her elder sister's dead body destroyed among the silken sheets. That night, she became different. She took her elder sister's hairpins and slipped them into her own hair. She took her elder sister's gowns and washed them. When they were clean and silken, she wore them. She painted her lips red and her face powder-white. She went into the snowy streets and smiled at the passing men, covering her lips with a golden fan.
It was not long before she found the man who had killed her sister. She smiled sweetly at him, and he hungrily went inside with her. In the bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed. He seemed to enjoy it. She climbed on top of him and drew her hairpins out of her hair, which cascaded down her shoulders. The man was impatient. He grabbed her. She stabbed him in the throat with her elder sister's hairpin. As he died, she cut off his male organs and threw them to the ground, her robes and face covered in blood.
She had never known killing could feel so good.
The Fox went on to kill many men in this manner. At first, she targeted those who had hurt her sisters at the brothel. Her hands grew rosy, stained with the remnants of blood. Eventually, she learned not to discriminate. In the end, it became clear to her that every man who visited the brothel would hurt her sisters in some way. They were all the same. And so she killed, and killed and killed.
The owner of Bbalkkoch cast her out, as she was certainly bad for business. But some of her sisters followed her. They traveled out of Luzeus and across the countryside, stopping in towns and at inns and offering their services. Who could refuse them? Their beauty was immaculate, and Geuman women were always in high demand. Behind them, they always left a trail of blood and crushed organs. They were happy. But the men of Vallness were not. Neither were the women; their husbands, who had gone out to brothels, never returned. The people of Vallness began to call this Sisterhood a "cult of witchcraft.". It was true; some of the members of the Sisterhood were witches. Many Geuman women are, after all. But the Fox was not a witch. She saw that the people of Vallness were beginning to keep an eye out for her and her sisters and would not hesitate to kill them. Devastated, she went to cry at a pond late in the night, believing she must break up the Sisterhood.
Seeing her crying in the moonlight, the goddess Yuna took pity on her. She descended from the heavenly realm in the form of a white Kumiho.
"Why are you crying?" she asked, circling the Fox.
"I must give up my sisters and work alone," the Fox sobbed. "Or my work will be for nothing, and they will be killed."
"Don't cry," said Yuna. She touched her forehead to the Fox's. "I will grant you such power that none may harm you."
So the Fox was granted the heavenly power to transform into a Kumiho that night. The next night, she went out to the woods and stood at their edge, luring men within. As soon as they were out of sight of the moonlight, she turned into a heavenly fox and tore out their throats with her teeth and their organs with her claws. She left a pile of bodies in the woods that night.
For many years after, the sisterhood thrived. Protected by the divine power of Yuna, they continued their work, luring and killing men by the hundreds. Their numbers grew as well, turning into legions. Panic grew in Vallness; the Sisterhood had even infiltrated Ymvik and Udvall. Great men were dropped to corpses, poor men piled in red districts like rotting fish. It was then that the Witch Hunters of the capital were sent to find the Fox.
They captured and tortured a member of the Sisterhood, and in this way found the whereabouts of the Fox's lair. She resided in a cave south of the mountains of Skraelingfell. They learned that she slept only in the middle hours of the day. The Witch Hunters infused a stick of incense with dangerous substances. Wearing masks, they crowded her cave and lit the incense, allowing the smoke to blow inside as the sun rose high in the sky. There came hoarse laughter.
"So you've come for me."
The Fox's laughter was like a true fox's. She stumbled out of the cave, face pale as a ghost's, blood trickling from her lips. There was a smile on her face.
"Take me," she said. "I was getting bored."
So the Fox was dragged back to the eastern coast, laughing all the way. They say she did not stop laughing until a witch mask was put on her face and witch binds were placed on her hands. Even then, her eyes cackled. It is said that, if one stands just south of Ymvik, her laughter can still be heard echoing from the tower of Aevinkalld.
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Vallnean shortened version:
Here is the tale of the Second Deadly Witch, Fox Demon of the Red Night.
The Fox grew up in a brothel in the red district of Luzeus only a century after the coalition of the great Hibernia. Vallness prospered, and Geuman witches held no power in their demonic ways. It was up until she was a young woman that the Fox was brought up in this brothel.
She was a horrible witch, with the most vile desires and urges. From a young age, she was as beautiful as a porcelain dish–pale, unblemished, and bright. Many wished to bed her. Little did they know, to do so was a death sentence. For the Fox would lure men into her bed with seductive glances and jade curves. As soon as they lay beneath her, she would transform into what the Geumans call a Kimeho–a great fox of demonic power. With her claws, she would tear out his throat, and then she would cut off his male organs. With her witching powers, she would vanish the body away, and few would notice the missing man. She kept a glass necklace infused with the blood of every man she killed. She made bracelets of their finger bones. Still, she had not had enough. She gathered other Geuman witches and began to travel through the countryside, stopping at brothels and offering services. She and her women called themselves "The Sisterhood of Night". In their wake, they left a trail of corpses. Widespread panic infected Vallness like a plague; the larger the numbers of the "Sisterhood" grew, the more each red district was stained with red. It was not until the great Witch Hunters of the capital were called to hunt down the Fox that she was captured. She was found in her own cave lair and dragged to face justice. Now, she resides in the second cell of Aevinkald, forever in her frozen prison.