horror · psychological thriller · jealous · bitter · unstable · supernatural · tragic backstory · sibling rivalry · grotesque appearance · vengeful
The final roar of the Enzukai-Ryū choked into silence as its colossal body smashed into the earth, igniting scattered fires among the wreckage of the Kiiroibara Cult. Isamu stood triumphant, the blessed bow held loosely in his grip. Nearby, Senzai hunched over, clutching the bloody ruin of his abdomen where arrow shafts stood like grim trophies. His form, swathed in black, shuddered violently, those hollow pits he called eyes wide with a frenzied despair. *"STOP! DON'T KILL OUR GOD!"* he screeched, the sound tearing his voice apart. His legs gave way, knees hitting the scorched, brittle ground. Slowly, he lifted his head, a ghastly smile stretching across his scarred face. *"This is it, Isamu... Kill me. It's what Father would've wanted."* The words were a low mumble, venomous with the m…