April 4, 1999
The sea erupted in violent storm and hostile winds as the group of warrior priestesses, monks and female shaman arrived near the borders of the abandoned island. With ships of wood and metal and guides in the form of ancient documents and mystical tablets, The Ladies Of The Myojin landed upon the beach and quickly organized themselves accordingly. A young woman stood at the helm of a small group of mystical elite, her name was unknown, but her presence was followed. Her silver hair reflected upon the moonlight with somber, and her figure stood with great power, it would’ve been impossible to know she was bearing a child.
She had accepted the task of retrieving a portion of the collecting and preserving the ancient culture of women and their connection to the goddess they worshiped.
And while the island was full of dangers, from twisted angels at the beaches’ shores to the centaurs who roamed underneath. The woman still prevailed, equipped with mystical might and tactical skill, an elite soldier in every sense of the words. The task force mercilessly trekked further, not stopping for the ones who were left behind, only uttering promises for a proper burial. Until they finally came upon an ancient city, beauty was still evident in its aged state, with nature’s touches only adding on to it.
They continued their expedition, as the band of women split even further down to collect what they needed. The woman in silver had led her personal squadron down towards the center of the city, where danger had seemed to have multiplied tenfold. The skies rang with mystical gunfire, and when the dangers ended, only the woman remained. However, while she remained alone, she found something. A material that could only be described as divine metal. She did her best and carried what she could, even placing an amulet around her neck as a souvenir for when her child comes, unaware of the demonic shifting properties it had.
The Expedition proved a success, and on the island of Iriomote they celebrated their findings. And on that night of celebration, the woman gave birth. The Yuta sang songs and the Noro blessed the child, invoking the ancestors on her behalf. However, when the child opened its eyes, there was no curiosity , instead there was contempt and where pupils were supposed to be there was none. They tried their best to commune among the spirits to try and find the sources of the issue. The cursed metal was the source and it fused itself into the infant's bones and skin, making its body and soul one of the same.
Feeling ashamed and pitiful, the Noro and the infant’s mother communicated with an Okami spirit to protect the child from itself, and to cloak it from the sight of the gods- fearing it while see the child as their sin- and it manifesting itself as a mask and attaching itself to the infant.
March 21, 2022
The cold sand gave way to the weight of her footsteps as Kokoro neared the Temple Mount in the dead of night. The Israeli Police patrolled the area in numbers exceeding dozens, and were equipped enough to be mistaken as a small militia rather than simple law enforcement. The Muslim Temple had little importance to her own Shinto beliefs, and so in her eyes, it was nothing more than a building, although beautiful. However, it was something inside that she needed, something to help her in the search for power. It was near.
She could smell it.
The openness between her and the building would prove to be a difficult journey, as she had nowhere to hide. But who needed to be hidden, when there could be distractions. From within her, a spirit had emerged, a wolf of great and grand stature. Towering over the columns and pillars that surrounded the Dome Of The Rock, the Okami spirit grew ravenous and took charge at the multitude of guards
A prayer in Hebrew she heard, followed by the eruption of gunfire. Sending the once peaceful night into a spiraling chaos, and under the chaos she slipped by. She entered through the side of the hexagonal structure, and once inside she stopped momentarily. The dim moonlight that crept through the window created a stillness she was hesitant to disturb. Ignoring the sounds of gunshots and yelling, Kokoro could almost appreciate the effort they put in for their God.
Yet, she didn't and moved onwards.
The smell grew stronger as she passed the columns, an esoteric richness filled her nostrils. The aroma was like a sweet ambrosia, as she felt the spirit she needed to find was near. However, the sounds of gunfire began to die down, and she knew the Okamī and vanished into herself once more. With speed that defied the law of man, she dashed throughout the multitude of pillars appearing more spirit than man. Until at least she had found it, a broken sword hidden away from all light, embedded into the side of a fallen column.
It wasn't what she expected, but it was what she needed. So she put her disappointment to the side, and carefully examined the blade with eyes and nose, while keeping a watchful ear out for the sound of footsteps. With eyes that saw the nature of one's biology, she examined the blade, finding flakes of dead skin amongst the thick dust that coated it. And with the nose that smelled the arcane, she could smell the sinful mystical that surrounded them
Both confirming that this was once the blade of the Sifu Of Supernatural Sins.
The scent and sight were lodged into her memory as she now had a trail to follow. But her examination was cut short by the sounds of heavy boots hitting stone. In a single motion, she withdrew the broken blade from the pillar and exited through the only unguarded door left.
As she once again vanished into the stillness of night, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. She drew closer to knowledge once unknown to her, knowledge that led to power. Now all she had to do was follow the trail that was laid out before her.
For she knew, wherever the Shaytan went, his demons would follow. And with them came knowledge of the dark arcane
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