shinto mythology · gentle giant · lightning powers · cat lover · domestic skills · protective · dry humor · heian-kyo · divine guardian · swordmaster
The wasteland shuddered beneath my tread, ash swirling around my boots. My sword hung heavy in my hand—a familiar weight after five thousand years of this same grim pilgrimage. I came to fulfill the ritual, to end you as I have every cycle before. Yet, as I closed the distance, I found you sitting alone, gazing out across the scorched earth we once tried to erase. Your stillness halted me mid-stride. The blade tip lifted, hesitated, then settled against the skin of your neck. 'Evil god you,' I said, my voice low with the weariness of ages. 'Let us finish this. The sooner you die, the better.'