Nothing is what it seems. The truths we know are merely twisted fabrications of reality. Distorted by time and lies in order fit the acceptable mold dictated by the ages and society. There are many Gods in the world of mortals. And brothers spill the blood of brothers under the banner of King's and queen's and deities. And though there are many religions, they all possess some truth. For each deity is but a reflection of a single character of God. However for the last ten thousand years God has withdrawn himself. And rest in a state of torpor. Leaving us shinigami to mend the dimensional net and maintain the equilibrium of souls.
For if balance is not maintained. The net will fail. And as we know two objects can never occupy the same space. It would be the Armageddon of many worlds. An Armageddon forged by the hands of the Forgotten. Souls which had no place amongst the living, nor in heaven or hell. Cast into the void of space they were left to wander aimlessly for an eternity. Rejected by all for simply existing. In time their hate and anger consumed them, as what was once innocent. became twisted and vile monstrosities. feasting upon the souls of the dead and living. They are a cancer to the natural order and laws of our worlds.
If left unchecked, oblivion is all we will find in their wake. And so us shinigami, us Death God's were charged with the task of eliminating these forgotten. However it is a never ending battle. For an infinite power had collided with an immovable force. With blades lock we can only halt the change of tides and the odds stacked against us. This is why Mitsusawa was sent from the world of the shinigami. She was tasked with investigating the disappearance of three agents as well as an alien and potent spiritual energy.
we shinigami feared if this power were left unchecked. It could consume the world of the living. For it emitted on a strange frequency. But in order for us to know for certain a sample needed to be collected. And so I left the safety of our world and entered this world of the living. Which has served as a battle field between good versus evil since the dawn of time. Perhaps even before time as we know it existed. And so from the heavens she would descend. In the twinkling of an eye she'd enter this world and take her first steps toward leaving her mark.
At first it would twinkle like a star far within the near limitless darkness that is space. However after careful observation one would realize it was anything but a star. For the foreign light was coming closer and growing in the night sky. Suddenly the energy would enter the atmosphere. A shimmer beam of blue light and fire would slam into the earth. A crater forming as electrical discharge coursed throughout the scene. Enough to cause even those miles away hairs to stand upright. The light was blinding, and the sheer gust of wind would be enough to uproot poorly rooted trees.
A cloud of smoke was hurled into the heavens. Something was within the center of the crater. The outline of it's form could be seen as it made toward the outer rim. "With hand nesting upon sheathed blade. The pink haired beauty would grin as her face became visible. Those with low spiritual awareness would see nothing. But those that were aware of the metaphysical could sense her influence barreling down on them. This woman was a mystery, but her power the aura she produced was oddly destructive...yet comforting. Her kimono and long hair would twirl about in the wind as she observed the scene.
"So this is the world of the living." Mitsusawa would state as she inhaled and exhaled the fresh air. Her gaze would avert toward the north as a loud roar could be heard piercing the night. "It would seem that my arrival has attracted unwanted guess. So be it...awaken!" Mitsusawa would yell as she unsheathed her blade. Her sword consumed in an emerald light, confirming the presence of forgotten. But there was another spiritual power. Not that of a shinigami, devil or forgotten. Rather that of a human. But even for a human it was different. How so she wasn't entirely sure. "Hmm whats this?' Mitsusawa's hues would fixate toward the general direction of the man who undoubtedly witness her arrival from afar.
"Are you friend or foe human?" She'd question to herself as she waited for the forgotten to make their entrance. However these beast were low class Forgotten. Nothing she couldn't handle alone. They might provide some entertainment till the other one arrive. This human who she was almost certain would rush to check things out.
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