Merciless Gods

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Yaboku: Border of Shinigami's Realm - 26 Dec 2018

I watched the rain fall, creating a soft mist in the morning light. A storm of the Hason Shita neared the flickering lights of Tokyo City. The realm of Shinigami was quiet the night before last. A new soul had joined the realm. One of certain qualities. The soul was already dead, but had been Chosen.

Henry Wrath's energy was also strong that night.

According to my companion, Asahi. There have been several Phantom attacks all over the world. But for some reason—not in Tokyo. The nest of the Phantoms. As I pondered over what to do next, waiting for a corrupted wish to come to my ear, a light tap on my shoulder had me turning to face my other companion, Tenako. She had pale, white blonde hair with a pair of alluring purple eyes. A common curse among us minor Gods. Purple was the sign of vulnerability.

"Any wishes?" Tenako asked casually, her voice like smooth silk.

I chuckled once. "If there were, you would've heard it too."

She laughed. "It depends on who it would be for."

I opened my mouth to comment but another voice interrupted. "Okay, no more technicalities—Yaboku, you have a job to do, so do it." Asahi said harshly. "Tenako, if you can't at the very least make dinner then how about trying to fight off five fleets of Yōkai while trying to contact backup on a device I have never used before." Asahi said this all in a speedy record of around four seconds, mastering it with a large sigh before turning around and heading back to camp. All while mastering his hair into a relaxed fishtail. Showoff.

Even though we do jobs every now and then for the occasional God—we only do it for the money. The Gods mean nothing to us, they rule stupidly without reason and follow the laws of a deity who died millions of years ago. Not really how I would want my leadership to be. The again, I'm not a God.

But, I was the only Calamity God created by a wish. I've always believed that I should be working off and alone. Answering my wishes on my own without two other Calamity Gods interfering.

Asahi was very old fashioned, even though both of us wore yukatas, we were keeping up with the times. We all had mobile phone so that we could call when in need of back up.

I wondered what the latest batch of the dead were like. Maybe it was only a couple. Maybe only one person died recently. As I started to walk back to our never-permanent-camp, I heard a distant ringing. I straightened, looking around to see if Asahi or Tenako had reacted to the noise. They were both fighting over which card game was the best, Magic the Gathering or Uno. Obviously not.

"I'll be right back." I muttered, taking off. If people could see us 'immortals' they would think, oh those guys are so lucky! They can live forever! Well the only way to kill a God is to either stop believing in them or Stain.

Blight is an infestation created and spread by Phantoms, Yōkai and corrupted Yūrei. I've gotten Stain many times but never been really affected by it. Except for one time... It's a horrible burning sensation. Like your soul is on fire. I know that a lot of people probably would just want to steer clear of Stain altogether. But I reckon that every time I get Stain , I feel vulnerable. I feel as though l am more alive than I am dead. I cannot be reborn.

I am not like Ryūjin, who continuously does reckless things and then gets reborn like nothing matters. I have one life and intend to make last as long as possible.

I raced past trees and made sure that I didn't leave any footprints behind me.

The ringing got louder as I began to pass more buildings and soon I was in the middle of a traffic section. The flashing yellows and reds.