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During her search for her daughter, Arahabaki had been repeatedly, shall we say, puzzled by the greed of humans for immortality. Immortality was something the human psyche was simply not made for, it would destroy them internally. She had seen it so many times before.
Why couldn't people just enjoy the time they had in this world? That was something her sweet Byakko would have asked her now. Arahabaki could literally feel her daughter's bright blue cat eyes staring at her questioningly.
It hurt to think about what would have happened if Byakko hadn't stuck her nose where it didn't belong.
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Byakko had always loved humans. She had repeatedly asked Arahabaki if they could travel to the humans. Since Byakko had not yet mastered her human form during most of her time in Elysium, their home, Arahabaki always had to deny her daughter's wishes with a heavy heart. Sure, Byakko could take on a human-like appearance, which, much like Arahabaki herself, was her primary form. Unfortunately, she had features that showed that she was not human, such as her glowing eyes with slit pupils or her tiger ears and tail.
Arahabaki smiled, remembering her and Byakko's first visit to the human world together. They had visited a city in China and Byakko was just mesmerized by the city and its people. Altough Arahabaki herself preferred to be in Japan, she was no stranger to this kind of joy.
Speaking of Japan, the deity had now limited her search specifically to this country. The book had been created here, somehow Arahabaki saw it as logical that Byakko wanted to stay close to her first real creation.
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Being worshipped as a god of destruction and disaster, but also as a god of protection and war, was definitely something that wasn't on Arahabaki´s bucket list. But okay, let people do as they please, as long as they don't overdo it, it's all good.
Her new home was a shrine, which she inhabited together with her respective vessel. Sometimes she also roamed around the nearest village. There wasn't really much to do, most battles could be won without much effort on her part and there was general peace over this region of Japan.
But of course there couldn't always be peace.
Arahabaki had long since stopped counting how many times exactly her vessels used the powers she gave them to bring death and destruction to the lands. What she never stopped counting, however, were the faces of the people who fell victim to this power. Men, women, children, old people, it didn't matter. They all fell victim to her or her powers.
It made her sick just to be able to watch, trapped in the mind of her vessels.