The Demon Sword: Sorataki

Chapter 46: Distance

"A long time ago, before the second winds had come there was a group who were dubbed 'Caller of the winds'," May started, she sat against the wall of her bed with her knees to her chest. Eyes lost in troubled thoughts.

Spriiko sat on a chair opposite her, his posture leaning in to give her all his attention.

"They mainly consisted of monks and preachers who prayed for and spoke of the second winds coming, how the world was not forsaken just yet." May continued. "At the time it was just what the people needed, it kept hope in their hearts during those bleak times.

They would travel the world over calling forth and preaching to the forces that be, but mainly to the guardian angel Tsunzaki,"

"The bringer of storms herself," Spriiko mumbled.

"That's right," May nodded. "When the second winds came around, however, these walkers of blind faith grew stronger in power and numbers, surely they must have been right since they had called for the second winds and they arrived, right?

That was the though possess for the masses at least, that was until the demon swords were unearthed shortly there after. The demons within them telling mankind stories of their true history and how it was their existence that gave their world another chance. 

By this point, a lot of tipping power happened though wars as the world had to adjusted to the presence of the demon swords and the fast evolving power within ourselves that we now come to know as the Pentagon knight's awoken within all of us. Needless to say, this got known as Pentagon era."

"This is when the four poles temple like Hallows Peak to the west and Kishi to the South came to be," Spriiko spoke up just as to be sure they were on the same page.

May just nodded before carrying on. "By then most people shifted to the agreement that it was the demon's that were somehow responsible for the new world we live in today. Nobody could argue against the evidence they presented. And as much as they like to debate there little nuances between one demonic theory to another the belief of the angels part in the change was a none topic not worthy of high debate. 

As such the once immense grip the callers of wind had on the world slipped away under the currents of war, minority became the 'miss guided' and the miss guided are subject to being drawn a line under, even cut from the picture if the narrative fits. As a mercy however they were spared genocide and left the small country of Sithson to carry out their miss guided ways out of sight of the ever changing world. Splinters from this group still traveled around the world-as they tend to- spreading the word of their faith to other cities once the winds of war calmed down, but things never caught fire like it once did.

As far as people were concerned the days of praying for the winds were over. And even though things were still bleak they could at least put those darker times behind them, the truth of who truly stopped the hand of death hardly mattered anymore.

And that's when Father, my dad came into power, that's when everything changed."

"What made his reign so different?"

"What I'm about to tell you is simply bits and pieces of my recollection of him and what little I know of his influence had in the world, I was kept under constant surveillance during my younger years with him, there seem to be no real archives of his movement in records I guess given the lack of histories that can archive history and the fact that history itself had already disguised them like last weeks autumn wear.

Or it could simply be because his rule was cut rather short in the grand scheme of things. To this day people don't truly know the full story, whether he's alive or just hiding in wait, biding his time. But you and I know better,"