神.
shrine
太.
okami
音.
of import
道.
nippon
手.
theme

dark and light - 理解

The air was still, in this ancient Ark of sin. Even before the dwindling collapse, and the crashing of such a magnificent vessel. It always did radiate a akin aura, to that of her forgotten sibling. No surprise there, such brilliance could only be build and furnished on the biting landscapes of the Moon. Fallen souls of the race of heavenly Kami, had said their farewells to the Goddess and tool their befitting place in the illuminating afterlife. Genocide clung to this refuge like aliment, why did such a grand tribe, fall victim to this bitter fate?

Remnants and artefacts, of the lost tribe of Lunarians, tatter every corner and illuminate every angle. The violent animus that was sensed in these dense corridors, the revenge and re-birthed foes the Goddess had already exterminated rotting. The most wicked thought of this scene, is that it appeared to be all elegantly staged out. Something was silently waiting for the ivory one’s mighty entrance. Amaterasu was merely a actor, who had her lines and quotes all prepared. Who could have been behind such a alluring abomination? 

And then— 

—The sorrowful eclipse befalls the mortals. 

After 100 years laying in wait. 

The puppet master shows it’s face.

Azure markings, finely detailed the features of this corrupted creature. It seemed like a newborn, a petite young bairn, that has been submitted and carried out such bloodthirsty acts. Free will? No, this youth did not have the honour of carrying such abilities. What was this abusive capacity of knowledge and the Gods? Was this a cruel embodiment my of mocking? These where no traits of those of Takamagahara, this belonged to a being of once honour and divinity, now tumbled through the clawing shadows of inner darkness. 

“No-no… It can’t be—”

You are his child, the very avatar of his fears, sorrow and anger. You do not know any better, a soul born from malice is already corrupted. No trace and thread of innocence is left. The child of the fallen Moon God, the isolated sibling to the mighty sun. Are you a vessel of torture? Come to plague my mind ever onward? No— this, this is the end, the end of my long journey. I cannot loose. But… brother. Why? Such a wicked smile is placed upon those pallid lips you keep. Has you’re loneliness eaten you whole? It has turned you into a… monster.

“You haven’t changed…”

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