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Rinne is a born leader—literally. As the firstborn child of Dius Meta's chief, it is his sole role in life to fill his father's shoes and become the next chief. Everyone in Dius Meta has a role to fill; this is his, and this is his only purpose in life.
When Rinne turned seventeen and his father died of illness, he assumed the role of chief immediately—According to most, he never even shed a tear as he took up the mantle left behind. The position he'd been training all his life for came naturally to him, and he was able to follow in his father's footsteps without so much as a hiccup.
Everything went smoothly. Rinne was a born leader, after all.
As the chief of Dius Meta, it is his duty to oversee the care and maintenance of the Living God and His religion as a whole. This, too, was a duty Rinne carried out without any missteps, doling out orders and ensuring that their God was well cared for. With his younger brother Hiiro shadowing him at all times, he upheld their traditions and preserved the image of God throughout Ar Siance, Dius Meta working as a well-oiled machine under his careful and skilled leadership.
That is, until a peculiar incident shatters the illusions he'd so carefully built up around him. When Rinne happens to oversee Hiiro making a pact with a summon spirit, Rinne calls his own life into question—Those with diluted blood can't lead, and only those with mayic blood can forge pacts with the spirits.
The earth-shattering revelation leads Rinne down a new path: He abandons his post without warning, leaving everyone including Hiiro behind. Determined to find his footing in a world no longer built for him, he sets out on a journey. And it's on this journey that he meets a young, flame-haired denera with powerful magic and a taste for revenge.
Jackpot.
I'll correct this world
A rotten sea of tears that devours even the endless darkness
Shatters the glass flower
Clinging to the vestiges, these hands embrace the corpse of someone
Knowing only a brief respite from the long loneliness.
My final wish is
"Revive the light once more!"
Which crosses over the lost world.
Joining the feelings of everyone, we'll cross the Six Seas right now.
We'll change this wrong world into a correct one.
Might it be either hope or despair, turn back the hands of time!
Oh, fight against the crazed tomorrow
And reach the skies from days past!
Let's go back to the right place!
Standing still in countless holes, I sing
The feelings I should desire as I rot away
I sink in the memories to the point of erasing the painful wounds
And in the deep solitude, I find nostalgic smiles.
My final scream is
"Let the light descend once more!"
Which crosses over the hollow dreams
Joining the power of everyone, we'll cross the Six Seas right now.
We'll change this crazed world into a correct one.
Might it be the end or the beginning, cross the rewound times
And if we manage to go back there
I'll extend these hands to you, my beloved...
Let's go back to the right place!
Might it be either hope or despair, turn back the hands of time!
Oh, fight against the distorted yesterday
And grasp the skies from days past!
Again, I'll change the future with my own hands
I won't die
And you'll live, too
himeru sees. himeru destroys.
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(frankie from grace and frankie voice) BLOOD ON MY HANDS! BLOOD ON MY HANDS!
The Oukawa clan is the shadow of the Suou house. Their sole purpose and duty is to clean up after the Suous and keep their record sparkling clean—no matter what efforts that may take. It is into this household that Kohaku is born, just a short time after the heir to the Suou house, Tsukasa. The proximity of their births kept them joined ceremoniously, with Kohaku soon being appointed as Tsukasa's aide—a sidekick, perhaps.
As a result of this, Kohaku grew up glued to Tsukasa's side, whether he liked the position he was given or not. Some days, he truly hated it, but others weren't all that bad. Still, duty and status had been drilled into Kohaku's body from birth, and he knew how to follow orders. He remained diligently within Tsukasa's shadow, never overstepping or reaching further than he should.
And so it was within this shadow that Kohaku learned of the secret affair between Tsukasa and a denera. Though Tsukasa tried to keep it hidden, he failed to realize that it is Kohaku's sole duty to know Tsukasa as intimately as he knows himself. It was his first mistake—And now it is Kohaku's mistake to clean up.
Feeling nothing, I shall input the Hymn Code
(Gladly, execute the mode change to give everyone all possible system permissions)
MIR_TEIWAZ_ARTONELICO.
(under the authority of EOLIA_ANSUL_ARTONELICO.)
In a strong concentration I want to end soon...
(We will become a song.)
Deeply, more deeply, we will let our souls resonate and our feelings to be released.
Spirals that dance in reverse, screws that rewind themselves,
black, white, past, sins, light, darkness, chains... all into the deep abyss of my mind.
(I shall bless you, the one who loves this world.
I shall bestow upon you, the one who loves every single living being, my divine protection.)
Now, go to sleep, and let these wings of yours to be finally put to rest.
This place is dark and cold. This place is lonely and freezing.
I want to erase this lead-colored sky in which I'm shut in.
Ah, is the bottom of the underworld and its darkness what closes off the sky?
Let that sky of rocks fall down! Stain the sins and catastrophes! Destroy, destroy everything!
I'll never return to the inside of that cage.
The sound of the guns of retribution, and the singing voice of judgement and purification, both resound loudly.
I am death, I am destruction, I am a curse, I am the bell that announces the end, and thus, a sinner that can never be forgiven.
My hands are stained with blood.
Being this stained, I can't go back anywhere now.
(I know it perfectly: about how much you love this world.)
Small crying child, do you see my face?
Although you should be me, I see your face:
a young child wounded and trembling, but
that means that I'm not you, and it's the proof that I wasn't like that in the past.
So, I can embrace you with these hands,
only you, who never knew what peace is.
Although everything might be forgiven, that doesn't mean I should forget about it,
as there might be many more painful experiences coming in the future.
I'll embrace you in my arms,
and accept all of it into the cup of my heart.
(Because you love this world so much.)
...Because I? Love this world.
Sing the Song of Hope.
To the stars in the sky, to the flowers in the land.
Give love to this Planet.
has the power of all the earth's bounty but he just uses it to make a sick quiche
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Rei grew up in high society, wining and dining with nobles from a very young age. Of course, it makes sense: His two closest friends were the son of the high priest of Cecet's church, and the crown prince of Ar Titia.
Rei, Keito, and Eichi, all being around the same age, were largely inseparable, their unique outlooks on life serving to stimulate each of them intellectually and their personalities meshing in a way that only ever seemed to bring them closer together. Though they constantly challenged each other, it was their way of play—And so they grew up amidst books, always racing to outwit the others.
Sixteen years ago began a marked shift in their relationship, however. With the advent of new Ar Sianci wartime technology, the stress on Ar Titia was palpable. Though the three friends continued to play together, Eichi became more distant, shut up in the castle as he studied more about military tactics and strategy. Keito, too, was summoned more and more to participate in religious ceremonies with his mother, the desperation of the people begging for salvation as more Ar Titians died to battle every day.
As Rei's world became lonely and desolate, only his younger brother to keep him company, he closed himself off from the world and continued his own studies in private, staying awake late into the night to learn more about the world he lived in. When the three of them would eventually meet up, they would each share their findings—But long gone were the days of sparkling eyes and mischievous smiles as they learned for pure curiosity's sake. Now the knowledge they gained had new weight to them, and every word exchanged spelled out a darker and grimmer future.
Six years passed; all three of them were adults now, and all three of them were finding their own places in society. It was then that Eichi approached Rei and Keito with a proposal—a humble, sincere request.
The King of Ar Titia was looking to combat Ar Siance's religious fervor with their own. As the Church of Ar Titia waned and faith fell into bitter hatred, the people of the nation were quickly losing morale and fighting spirit—and with that, the will to stand up against Ar Siance's might. They needed a solution, quickly. And that, Eichi said, was where Rei and Keito came in.
Eichi asked Rei to be their new god, and Keito his priest. Ar Titia had gotten their hands on a high exsphere at long last; if they used it on Rei and transformed him into an angel, it would give him the legitimacy they needed to pose Rei as a living god come to earth, a heavenly being with divine strength and indomitable stature. And with Keito, the devout son of the most powerful church in the nation, at his side, they would be able to sell him as the real deal, a true deity whose blessing would bring power and triumph to Ar Titia.
Though Rei had his reservations, he knew that the decision had already been made for him. Even with his own noble power, he couldn't go against the decisions of the royal family. He accepted the proposal—And there was no delay in transforming Rei the man into Rei the God.
The angel transformation was painful—agonizing. And though he recovered from the pain, he lost part of himself in the transformation, his humanity fading away along with his senses, his feeling. But nonetheless, he carried out his duty unsparingly with Keito at his side, their dead eyes exchanging bitter glances as they rallied the masses against Ar Siance once more.
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ornate finery and fabric, back exposed specifically for his wings. mostly for show since the wings aren't physically attached
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it's complicated.
Kaoru comes from wealthy landowners out west, two aristocrats who struck gold mining exspheres for the Sylaranti government. He's the child of old money, a kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His line goes way back, and really, he's just reaping the benefits of their hard work and sheer dumb luck. And here in Chyet Jue, he's the guy everyone either wants to be or wants to marry.
At least, these are the rumors that float around about the Councilman. Kaoru himself rarely talks about himself, his family being a sore subject, one he's quick to divert whenever it's brought up. But money doesn't lie; Kaoru has plenty of it, and truthfully he doesn't know any other way to live. The rumors, regardless of who started them and why, seem to be the truth about him, and Kaoru isn't one to prove them wrong. He's much more interested in his day-to-day business, seemingly uninterested in what others have to say about him.
Though he only came to Chyet Jue three years ago, he's become an invaluable asset on the Council, forming a quick and deep bond between the otherwise mysterious and hazy Kanata. As one of the few people who've managed to get close to him, Kaoru's opinion on Council work and trials weighs heavily on the minds of other Councilmen, and even off duty he's regarded quite highly among others in the Chyet Jue government.
In a sense, Kaoru has it all: a steady job, generational wealth, immense influence within the government, and friends in only the highest of places. There's nothing more he could ever want, really—So it's Chyet Jue's greatest mystery as to why he keeps dancing around the questions about his life.
When Tsukasa starts poking around in his business, though, Kaoru is forced to make choices to keep himself safe.
Oh my beloved brethren, do you hear this song?
Please, lend your ears to this prayer.
I will awaken you once again from your long sleep now.
Closing the leaves of the palm trees, the night came that day.
As if were running away from the suffering
and I was just set on protecting myself,
I ran and fled away.
And we relinquished our hometown
losing the love I had with you.
Yielding myself to anxiety,
I lost everything.
The empty heart that lacked your presence
was just like a world where the sun never raised on the sky.
I never attained the peace I desired,
and I spent my times as if I was surrounded by screams.
Let us go to the place where we sing about love from our hearts.
Come, spread your wings once again.
If we will correct this world,
it will be after you take off, as I do with you.
Please, listen to this voice.
Please, take that one step forward.
I will awaken you once again from your long sleep now.
There is no night without dawn, the sun will rise again.
Please, wash away the past that deceived us
and resurrect the precious things that we relinquished.
Time was necessary for us to realize the importance
of what we had lost.
Ah, if I could turn back the hands of the clock,
I would choose a different choice
right before I had betrayed your heart.
I always call out to you.
Please, call out my name.
Even if countless walls appear before our eyes,
we will overcome them.
Even if the entire world is shrouded in darkness,
I can live on as long as I am with you.
Please, listen to this voice.
Please, take that one step forward.
Let us go to the place where we sing about love from our hearts.
Come, spread your wings once again.
If we will correct this world,
it will be after you take off, as I do with you.
Please, listen to this voice.
Please, take that one step forward.
he's going hunting
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At the very end of a dry land, or in other words, a scorching hell
There was a mansion made from ice.
And I'll tell you a story about it that took place very long ago.
The ice had placed a curse over that mansion.
It had a powerful seal closing it up.
And within one of the mansion's rooms, a girl of ice was locked up.
That girl was completely alone.
By pure chance, a traveling boy arrived at that frozen mansion, and surprised, he opened its doors
The ice girl had a sad expression, which was reflected in the boy's eyes
And so, the boy saved the girl.
The girl thought "I'm very glad you talked to me..."
But her icy face couldn't speak.
The girl thought "I'm so glad you're with me, despite what I am..."
However, her icy face couldn't smile.
When the icy girl felt the warmth of the boy, she melted into water.
Then, the water soared as if it were wings and returned to the Heavens.
At the very end of a dry land, or in other words, a scorching hell
Joyful voices could be heard echoing all over.
And I'll tell you the rest of the story about it, which took place very long ago.
The girl that returned to the Heavens became rain and fell over the land.
It was a thick, thick blessing.
And in the middle of that joyful rain, the boy left his village.
When he realized that the rain was actually the girl's body, the boy was greatly saddened.
He left on a journey to find the heart of his lost girl.
Completely alone.
The girl thought "I'm very glad you talked to me..."
But her rainy face couldn't speak.
The girl had become rain and fell over the land for the boy.
However, her rainy face couldn't smile.
When the icy girl felt the warmth of the boy, she melted into water.
Then, the water soared as if it were wings and returned to the Heavens.
"Thank you for holding me so dear to you."
The girl was very glad to have become a blessed rain for the boy,
and she smiled for the first time.
Maybe the frozen heart of the girl turned into water when it got warmer.
And that was because the tears the boy shed for her were so warm.
murder is okay, actually
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the great committer of genocide
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leaving your war crimes behind to commit crimes against humanity
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commits atrocities against his will, then fully in accordance with his will
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i don't think i've ever seen a priest as antitheistic as this one is
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hasumi keito militarized priest
black is significant to rei specifically, subverts colors of holiness yadda yadda
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sugar, spice, and a crippling guilt complex
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The sacred village of Dius Meta is a quiet place. Souma appreciates the tranquility of home, the steadiness and calming presence it provides. He's lived here all his life, rarely ever having ventured outside its boundaries. Of course, he has little desire to, for everything he could need is within the village. Its natural beauty and bountiful harvest are blessings from his God, and His consistent presence is a treasure that can't be found elsewhere in the world. And so, sheltered though he may be, Souma cherishes his life within the village and wouldn't trade it for the world.
Being a citizen of Dius Meta does not come without duty, though, and Souma takes this duty very seriously. He has trained seriously every day of his life knowing that he, among the others in the village, are tasked with upholding the sanctity of God. Should anything happen that causes faith to waver, it would be his sacred duty to reincarnate Him into a body untainted by doubt and sin. And this is an honor Souma wears with the utmost pride, always wearing his katana at his side as a symbol of his vital role in society and the religious order.
But when the day finally comes for him to uphold his duty, he discovers the order is given to his closest comrade and friend, Shinobu, instead of him. It leaves a deep conflict within him—To take a life is no easy task. And for the first time in his life Souma finds himself hesitating—Should he obey his orders and let Shinobu carry out the execution? Or should he go against everything he knows to protect him?
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I wish for us to be connected
I'll cross the Seven Dimensions
Let's Synchronize
What I wish to transmit are my feelings, all of them
I'll make a miracle happen.
I will become a Song.
If I became a gentle song,
would I wish for the world's happiness?
But is the melody resounding in my chest now
not gentle? Not righteous?
We're in a tortuous position,
both you and me
I'm at a loss for an answer
It's so harsh
It's so painful
I want our hearts to touch each other
Once more
Reach now. Realize now.
I'm right here.
I sing now this selfish Song.
Would you forgive me, as deep in sin as I am?
Can you hear me, You?
I wage everything
Into carrying out this connection
Even if I didn't become a gentle song,
Would you still accept me?
Reach now. Realize now.
Because I'm here. I'm right here.
I'll convey everything I feel now
Even if I have to cross time, even if I have to cross the dimensions for it
I want to see you.
I want these strong feelings
That haven't faded away even now, to reach you
And I want to know
your precious reply
Even if this is a transient warmth,
Even if this is a momentary happiness,
I sing now this selfish Song.
I want to be with you and feel your presence
Can you hear me, dear?
I'll always think of you.
jingle jangle (the sound of handcuffs and chains)
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I calmly want to keep existing within the hell of violent black anger
As I burn within the frozen hellfire, the necklace adorning me will become the steel chains binding you
——DESPEDIA
Come now, oh great king of destruction
Come and kneel down before me, for I control you
Come now and kiss my white feet, kiss the steel chains binding you
Bend down and kneel on the land
Listen to my divine words
"Deep inside the black abyss, the darkness burns its eternal flames of sinful destruction"
You are reflected at the bottom of hell
Your soul devotes its name, your true name, to me
Because you are mine
Because I know the name of your soul, your true name
"These carved wounds leave indelible marks"
That you struggle is useless, as it's too late now
The shackles of binding, the chains of thorns
You are prisoner to DESPEDIA/.
Entangled in those arms
I'll become a Song
the soft fingertips
I'll become the chains of steel binding you
I'll become the thorny vines tormenting you
I'll become the silver blade cutting into you
I...
I love you
I love you
I love you enough to go insane from it
I want to destroy you
DESPEDIA/.
will incite a small massacre in the name of love
Born the only child to a mayic mother and a lequera father, Izumi grew up refusing to accept he was inferior to pure-blooded races. As an infant, his parents brought him to what was rumored to be one of the only safe places for denera in Ar Siance: Luin. But the rumors couldn't prepare any of them for the reality—Although Luin was far more tolerant of denera than surrounding regions, prejudice and hatred seeped in through the city walls and soaked into the ground, staining it in oppression. Nevertheless, his parents stayed, knowing Izumi would face even worse prospects elsewhere.
Though harsh and reasonably restrictive, his parents were loving, and they continually advocated for him, knowing he was disadvantaged in life by nature. Those disadvantages shaped him considerably, forcing him to learn how to lie and cheat himself out of trouble, and it was within the borders of of the city that he grew into a prideful, cunning young man, unwilling to back down or take shit from anyone.
Despite everything, he lived a relatively peaceful life—He was able to find a steady job as a cook at a nearby tavern, and though he didn't make much, it was enough to get by. He had few luxuries, but he was well known throughout the city for his unnatural beauty, capturing the envy and awe of all. He's had little to complain about, even though that never once stopped him.
However, his life changes completely when Luin comes under attack and every denera in the city is captured and taken to the Lonfa Dea Exsphere Manufacturing Plant—Izumi is no exception.
It's at the plant where Izumi learns true hardship. The wardens immediately place a strange-looking stone on his hand which embeds itself into his skin and pulses disgustingly, in time with his own heartbeat. He's forced into back-breaking labor, his attitude only rewarding him with harsh punishment. His only respite is the timid, blond denera kept in his cell, a man about his age but who has been here a little longer than he has.
Izumi knows, as all the inmates do, that the manufacturing plant is set to kill them. And so, he vows, he'll get out of this place before that happens—and he'll take Makoto with him.
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"i just wanted my brother back"
Ritsu grew up happy, sitting in the lap of luxury with a silver spoon in his mouth. The youngest son of Ar Titian nobles, Ritsu was in want for nothing, his every need provided for and his every whimsy catered to. And then there was Rei, his beloved older brother. Rei doted on Ritsu, and in turn Ritsu clung to Rei, following him everywhere and doing everything with him. Rei happily took him along, and soon the trio of friends—Rei, Eichi, and Keito—had expanded to include Ritsu trailing behind them. In a lot of ways, all three of them were his older brothers, and Ritsu treated them as such. It was during these days that he was happiest, most fulfilled.
Then Rei became a god, and everything Ritsu held dear was stripped from him.
Ritsu watched helplessly as Rei, Keito, and Eichi were torn apart by Rei's deification. He watched helplessly as their relationship crumbled. He watched helplessly as they grew bitter and hardened. He watched helplessly as he was left behind, as everyone trudged forward until only he remained. In a matter of moments, he'd lost all three of his big brothers; he had nothing left. He could see Rei in front of him, see Keito and Eichi, but he knew they weren't the same.
And he grew resentful of them—hateful toward Eichi for doing this to them, hateful toward Rei for becoming this disguting thing that isn't, can never be, his brother. And how badly he wanted his brother back, how badly he wanted to return to the days when he was heppy, when he could follow after his big brothers and laugh at their jokes and play around with them until dinner. But he can't. There's no way to go but forward, despite how violently he clings to the past.
And even though he knows this, it doesn't stop him from crossing the border into Ar Siance and seeking out the help of Arashi, the leading expert in all things angelic, in his determination to reverse the angel transformation.
this bad bitch does what he wants
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An anomaly since birth, Natsume was born to a lequera father and a mayic mother within the borders of El Shefra. Typically, denera are not allowed within the borders of El Shefra, but Natsume alone was permitted to stay due to the circumstances of his birth—though he was kept on a tight leash and harshly punished for any transgressions, whether legitimate or perceived.
He spent his childhood hated and alone, framed as a monster by the pure-blooded maya in the village. Nevertheless he persisted, even as people shunned him, blamed him for his very existence, isolated him and tossed him aside. Then, when he was only five years old, his time ran out: The chief of El Shefra was murdered, and Natsume was blamed for it. Despite his insistence that he didn't do it, the maya would not hear his case; after all, maya are pure, inherently good beings. It couldn't have been anyone else.
Natsume was swiftly exiled from El Shefra and left to his own devices. He spent days, weeks, wandering hungry and broken through the twisting and confounding Ymir Forest until he finally stumbled upon a squadron of Ar Titian soldiers out for combat training. He dared not get too close, full aware of how the lequera treated the denera. But as he drew near, curiosity getting the better of him, he realized that one of the soldiers was not, in fact, lequera.
Hibiki Wataru, the leader of the squadron, had maya blood in his veins. Natsume's interest was piqued, and soon enough he confronted Wataru under the cloak of night, begging for his help and guidance. Wataru refused at first, but Natsume wouldn't back down, his near-death desperation tingeing his pleas. And thus Wataru relented.
They began something of a master-apprentice relationship, where Wataru would spend his time teaching Natsume all he knew about magic and combat whenever they met in the forest. Natsume learned to fight from Wataru; he learned to control his magic and use it in clever, concise ways. And while Natsume remained in the forest, beholden to no nation, he dreamed for the days when Wataru would return to him and pick up where they left off.
Then three years ago, their visits came to a halt, and Natsume never saw him again. Still, he waits, knowing that Wataru wouldn't leave him. Because he's Wataru's apprentice, he's Wataru's successor, the only one who knows him best. So he waits in the forest for Wataru's return—until the day a lequera approaches him claiming to know Wataru just as well as he does.
Oh, my beloved children
The nightmare repeats. The nightmare repeats. The nightmare repeats
Feeling nothing...
Feeling nothing...
Feeling afraid...
Feeling anxious...
Earnestly...
I WILL ELIMINATE YOU ALL...
Oh humans, beings filled with hubris due to foolishness
Realize you are now creatures that ought to perish
Receive now a retribution filled with destruction and exploitation
I shall become the curse that drives away the evils
I shall become the flame that will reduce you to nothingness
Bring down the storms, lightning, and tearing blades
Bring down death, destruction and eternal sleep
For the purification to come, for us to have a future, for the sake of life and its rebirth
Die, die, be driven to death!
Disappear, disappear, disappear into nothingness!
Perish, perish, perish and be annihilated!
Receive judgment, receive conviction, receive punishment. Might the steel gavel be brought down upon you!
I am the Song of Demise. I am the Song of Eternal Sleep
Be annihilated now!
Oh lives, my precious little lives
My children that have separated yourselves from my own feelings, body and life
I'll now paint my own self with your blood
That is the cause of my tears, the penitence I must uphold
Oh, my beloved children
Oh mistakes. Errors that should have been so small
Yet they repeated and accumulated so much they even distorted our very own selves
I shall now bury and consign you all to oblivion
That is the cause of my tears, the penitence I must uphold
"Surging oceans, rustling leaves, lukewarm rainfalls. They all are a honeymoon from the faraway past"
Do you remember? Long, long ago
You grasped my hands with your own little ones
You stood and stepped onto the land with your little feet
Oh my beloved children, the very same children into which I poured all my feelings, life and self
My spread arms were the wide flat garden in which you all played
That's why I'll return you all to nothing
That's why I'll annihilate you all
So there may be rebirth for the life, so we may have a future
The old paradise has rotten away and the great blessed tree has perished
I am the cradle; the palace of beginning and the final bed to rest on
Now, return to inside me
Oh, my beloved children
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Oh, shining bird that sleeps in the depths of my heart
Without rest, you continue flying to the horizon
Even in rainy and windy days
If you are ever betrayed,
Don't drop down in defeat
Even if you collapse from a sickness,
Don't cover your eyes
And spread open your great wings
Even if your dreams are ever destroyed,
don't cry
Even if the world ends soon,
Never give up
And fly off to the land of hope
Oh, shining bird that sleeps in the depths of my heart
If you ever are lost and worried,
Remember that window.
Ah, my one and only hometown...
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In a way, Sora's live has been a sort of Cinderella story. Employed as a servant to the Suou house at a young age, he first came into contact with the young heir to the house, Tsukasa, when he was thirteen. Though they were strangers at first, they slowly closed the distance between them, as if something magnetic stood between them, tugging on them and pulling their awkward feet foward.
Perhaps Sora fell in love first—perhaps it was Tsukasa. Neither of them really know, and neither of them really care to think about it. Because the present, they've decided, is all that matters for them. They shared their first kiss in Tsukasa's room, as Sora helped him get dressed for bed. It's a memory that still lingers on his lips, a memory that keeps his feet on the ground and his spirits high in spite of it all.
Because they know their love is a crime. Because they know that if the young lord Suou were to be found fraternizing with a servant—with a denera, no less—it would scandalize the entire family. And cleanup of Suou scandals is always, always messy. So they keep their relationship hidden, reserved for small glances in the day and passionate kisses tucked away behind walls and within the shadows. So they keep their love a secret, something for just the two of them, something that keeps them tethered to each other.
And Sora is content to live like this. He knows it's the happiest live he's permitted to have, and as long as he's happy, as long as Tsukasa is safe, nothing else matters. He's resigned himself to secrecy, to dodging questions and careful planning, and he has no intention of ever letting the truth slip from his well-kissed lips.
Until it does. The rumors start as nothing more, and as Sora tries to ignore them, the accusations only grow louder, the story of them kissing under the moonlight spreading the way Sora's fingers had spread on Tsukasa's chest. And even as they both try to ignore it, to deny it, to fight it, the wildfire of gossip raged throughout the Suou manor until it finally climbed over the walls and into the public streets.
And there was nothing either of them could do to stop it.
Sora's happy days are over; he knows this, and so does his anxious, nail-biting Tsukasa. He's accepted it; he's always known there would be a time limit for them. But Tsukasa seems to have other plans, unwilling to give up on their love just yet. And the reality that there's someone in this cruel world willing to fight so endlessly for him has him believing that maybe this isn't the end, for either of them—maybe, he realizes, there's another way out.
TBA!
will incite genocide in the name of love
As the son of the Mikejima house, Madara was born for one purpose and one purpose alone: to aid Ar Siance's Living God as his handmaiden. His life, his everything is bound to his god, unbreakable chains shackling him to the god's side.
This is the life Madara has known, and this is the life in which he takes pride. He is the closest confidante of the current iteration of god, Kanata, and he performs his duties with sincerity and love. There's just one problem: He knows Kanata isn't really a god.
Despite the religious teachings, Madara became aware of Kanata's mortality early on in life, when Kanata failed to perform the miracles claimed possible for him. His duty to Kanata, therefore, comes not from his faith but rather his deep love for him as a person. No one suspects this truth, however, and Madara has no intention of correcting anyone—especially Kanata, who firmly believes himself a god.
But as Madara grew up, he witnessed firsthand the duress Kanata suffered as god—the will of a people imposed on one person, and the myriad ways it could break them. Madara soon became embittered, his own helplessness turned outward toward the world who cared only about what Kanata could do to help them, and not at all for the individual who strugged to meet those demands.
But he's done feeling helpless; he will stop at nothing to free Kanata from his shackles, to release him from the cage of divinity. And so, in the dead of night, he sneaks away to a certain nearby supernation to enlist some help in his schemes...
TBA!