And warriors, [ she amends, never once breaking eye contact or stride. she knows what it sounds like, as sure as she knows what a reputation she has earned for herself even among those in takamagahara. it is not a title to be held lightly, and bishamon, more than anyone else, knows full well the weight of it. ]

In my world, Gods are born from wishes. Many times for protection, sometimes for favors, or luck... other times for retribution. When a God is born, it is their duty to fulfill that wish, and to keep fulfilling any wishes to come to them, in order to remain in the minds and hearts of the people who gave them life. Just like with the humans your Hiryuu had loved so much, we too are their servants.

[ she spares a glance over the weapon in her hand, idly turning it over. war is not kind, no. but that is why she is. because who better to bear the weight of war, than someone who can still feel compassion despite it? ]

When humans pray to me, it's not with a thirst for blood, but a desire to keep living.