People are afraid of the dark and what lurks in it. They are afraid of her as well.
And yet, Dazai Osamu-- a man drowning in the same sea of shadows that had long since become her home-- was the first to tell her that she belonged to the light.
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What is more unfair
than having to choose
between being a monster
or being a hero?
(When you have to be both.)
When you learn that
the road to hell
is paved with more
than just good intentions.
- you are not heads or tails; you are the coin || m.a.w
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Cosmos had been one of the earliest gifted organizations to have sprung up in Japan, and had subsequently proven themselves to be the most lethal.
Essentially, all of the members were assassins for hire. Clients with the means to contact them got in touch, revealed who they wanted done away with, paid the specified amount and that was it. The more knowledgeable ones would occasionally request a specific killer-- usually a Zodiac.
Within Cosmos, the Zodiacs were arguably the most skilled lot. They had clawed their way to the top, and earned their thrones with bloodstained teeth and blackened hands. Furthermore, they were strong enough to keep their titles despite the constant attempts at having them snatched away.
If you wanted to survive in Cosmos, you killed or you would get killed. There was no place for the weak. There was no space for trust. There was only survival.
