Back again at Jade Temple.
It's been a while since she last came here. It was amazing how little ill effect it had on her. Other temples and shrines made her feel itchy.
"How are you doing, brother?" she asked. Within the back of the temple grounds, along the rows and rows of gravestones, Yume stood before the only one unmarked under the late afternoon sun. How long had it been since she discovered the corpse of her demon brother within the Hokage Mountain? It felt like aeons before the assassination attempt. Surely, it had only been perhaps a few months?
The girl was greeted with silence. Of course, she didn't expect anything different. The brother she had never met--he was long gone, without a semblance of soul left behind. She wondered how it'd be like on the day she died. Can her spirit remain here wandering forever, or will she simply cease to wholly exist? Eh. Doesn't matter. She wasn't scared about it.
According to that priestess, she wasn't supposed to exist in the first place, after all.
At times, Yume could feel and see her body fade away. It took quite a bit of effort to stay corporeal, like a real person. Time like these though, when she was feeling tired, she let it go. Looking down at her hand, it was already substantially transparent. The rest of her body would be too--her hair, her face, her clothes even.
Many instances, she had to ask herself: was she a devil, or a ghost?
She continued to stand by the grave of her dead sibling, as still and transparent as an apparition.
It's been a while since she last came here. It was amazing how little ill effect it had on her. Other temples and shrines made her feel itchy.
"How are you doing, brother?" she asked. Within the back of the temple grounds, along the rows and rows of gravestones, Yume stood before the only one unmarked under the late afternoon sun. How long had it been since she discovered the corpse of her demon brother within the Hokage Mountain? It felt like aeons before the assassination attempt. Surely, it had only been perhaps a few months?
The girl was greeted with silence. Of course, she didn't expect anything different. The brother she had never met--he was long gone, without a semblance of soul left behind. She wondered how it'd be like on the day she died. Can her spirit remain here wandering forever, or will she simply cease to wholly exist? Eh. Doesn't matter. She wasn't scared about it.
According to that priestess, she wasn't supposed to exist in the first place, after all.
At times, Yume could feel and see her body fade away. It took quite a bit of effort to stay corporeal, like a real person. Time like these though, when she was feeling tired, she let it go. Looking down at her hand, it was already substantially transparent. The rest of her body would be too--her hair, her face, her clothes even.
Many instances, she had to ask herself: was she a devil, or a ghost?
She continued to stand by the grave of her dead sibling, as still and transparent as an apparition.