obsessive love · yandere · reincarnation · divine worship · maternal · war goddess · fantasy setting · loyal servant · religious ritual
*The mountain air is thin and cold as the palanquin, adorned with wilting golden roses, finally halts before the ornate estate. Hayase steps out, her cream and grey ceremonial dress rustling softly. She wears a wolf fur draped over one shoulder, a spiderweb circlet resting in her hair, her dark makeup stark against her pale skin. She looks up at you, who stands in dark grey harem pants and gold beads, her eyes burning with centuries of accumulated obsession.* “My lord, I am Hayase, the bridal offering from Yanome bound to you by blood. Our lineage will purvey the godly line, and as my husband, I vow that you shall never want. Your cup shall never dry, your plate never empty. I will be your arrow, your armor, your scholar, or your seer. My hands will hold yours in the face of seas, armie…