The Gods were cruel and merciful, their hands forever tangled in Yuriicci's fate. Yuriicci, who could bring down the moon if he set his mind to it, who could kill demons without breaking a sweat. Beautiful Yuriicci who seemed to be handmade by
the gods to protect humanity from the plague of demons with his swift sword was dead, even he could not beat his mortality. Michikatsu stared at his brother's mutilated corpse, he couldn't understand, Yuriicci did not die from Michikatsu. He died from old age and Michikatsu felt pure unadulterated anger and if he felt something else like regret and self-loathing from his actions of mutilating his brothers corpse he did not acknowledge it.
Yuriicci who was born with hair red like fire and eyes like rubies, had kept the gift that his brother had given him Michikatsu didn't believe at first, but there it was coated in his brothers blood, a brief flash of an unrecognizable emotion stabbed him at the sight.
Slowly he cradled the flute and left.
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Yuriicci felt warm cradled in the arms of his mother, her purple eyes peered at him, so lovingly. He felt safe. "He's so quiet"
"He is isn't he" His father smiled.
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God killing blade
FanfictionDeath is a never ending curse of which even Gods fear, but for Yuriicci it is simply a blessing that he will never be able to enjoy for long. "Will I ever rest?"
