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As the hooting and hollering continued, Suwako rested a hand against the side of her face, quietly enjoying a drink as the fight continued. "What a stained blade you are, now." the goddess hissed, flicking her tongue out. The Creature's description, it's origins, it's ideals marked it as a Yokai all it's own, and one closer to a Kami than most. A valiant creature, but one that had felt so very innocent at the start of this.
Now, it had gone through so many different stains upon it's soul. Rage, hatred, love, loss, terror, amusement, disgust, confusion, discomfort, and now...
Now, the loneliness so unique to an immortal being with nothing left. The hollow understanding that you had outlived all you wanted to protect. The knowledge of your own powerlessness and the end to a tragic story.
"And what will you do now, little angel?" Suwako asked aloud with a bemused expression, as she looked to a Scowling Vic and a remarkably chipper Sigmund. "I'm certain my little solutions right here won't really work for you. You will have to find one beyond even my gaze. So, how will you recover your pride as a blade from this?"
The old god gave a nostalgic sigh. "Either way, I look forward to your future progress, Zayin. Continue to walk these tarnished worlds. Whether your blade is tempered or rusted, His grip tightens. I imagine you will have to meet his challenge soon." Suwako murmurs, gently closing her eyes.
"...Would that I could challenge Darkseid myself."
Now, it had gone through so many different stains upon it's soul. Rage, hatred, love, loss, terror, amusement, disgust, confusion, discomfort, and now...
Now, the loneliness so unique to an immortal being with nothing left. The hollow understanding that you had outlived all you wanted to protect. The knowledge of your own powerlessness and the end to a tragic story.
"And what will you do now, little angel?" Suwako asked aloud with a bemused expression, as she looked to a Scowling Vic and a remarkably chipper Sigmund. "I'm certain my little solutions right here won't really work for you. You will have to find one beyond even my gaze. So, how will you recover your pride as a blade from this?"
The old god gave a nostalgic sigh. "Either way, I look forward to your future progress, Zayin. Continue to walk these tarnished worlds. Whether your blade is tempered or rusted, His grip tightens. I imagine you will have to meet his challenge soon." Suwako murmurs, gently closing her eyes.
"...Would that I could challenge Darkseid myself."