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amuseboxing2015-03-02 09:32 pm
shomonkai) wrote in amuseboxing2015-03-02 09:32 pm
Jacob have I loved;
There was once a time when Amane Kuzuryu existed. She'd been a terribly sheltered girl, but one who was learning to be a person independent of faith. As the lockdown progressed, she'd sought out more than what should have been her lot, expressing regrets that she hadn't been better socialized before. She'd started learning how to live.
The life she had was shortlived. It wasn't long after meeting Kazuya Minegishi that her budding independence was smothered and suffocated under the essences of warring supernatural creatures. It was difficult to see any flecks of Amane left in the husk presently housing the archangel Remiel. She settled now within the heart of the Shomonkai facility, seated crosslegged atop a dais encrusted with hundreds of ancient runes.
The pews were empty now, as was much of Tokyo. It was to be expected; Ground Zero of an assault on mankind was not without its casualties. And yet, it still presented a reliable landmark when luring the Messiah-to-be into the clutches of his rightful heritage.
And so, she waited, silently watching the door for a sign of motion. When it came ajar, she flexed her wrist, yanking on a glittering gold leash that chained the pet at her feet. She'd been sure to dress the creature for the occasion, as evidenced by the supernaturally soft robe draped against his thin shoulders. It cascaded along his body as silk might, catching light with every nuance of his movement. It was accessorized with a series of gold shackling his throat, wrists, and ankles. Each manacle bore a trio of bells on it, creating a cheerful melody from even the tiniest of movements. And as the robe was left open, it was clear that her pet was allowed no further clothes, animal that it was.
"Kazuya Minegishi," she began in a loud, clear voice, "the time has arrived for you to cease this pointless struggling. Today, you will come home."
The life she had was shortlived. It wasn't long after meeting Kazuya Minegishi that her budding independence was smothered and suffocated under the essences of warring supernatural creatures. It was difficult to see any flecks of Amane left in the husk presently housing the archangel Remiel. She settled now within the heart of the Shomonkai facility, seated crosslegged atop a dais encrusted with hundreds of ancient runes.
The pews were empty now, as was much of Tokyo. It was to be expected; Ground Zero of an assault on mankind was not without its casualties. And yet, it still presented a reliable landmark when luring the Messiah-to-be into the clutches of his rightful heritage.
And so, she waited, silently watching the door for a sign of motion. When it came ajar, she flexed her wrist, yanking on a glittering gold leash that chained the pet at her feet. She'd been sure to dress the creature for the occasion, as evidenced by the supernaturally soft robe draped against his thin shoulders. It cascaded along his body as silk might, catching light with every nuance of his movement. It was accessorized with a series of gold shackling his throat, wrists, and ankles. Each manacle bore a trio of bells on it, creating a cheerful melody from even the tiniest of movements. And as the robe was left open, it was clear that her pet was allowed no further clothes, animal that it was.
"Kazuya Minegishi," she began in a loud, clear voice, "the time has arrived for you to cease this pointless struggling. Today, you will come home."