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Giyu’s torch was lying on the broken stone floor, the flames licking its cold surface while its cloth and oil were slowly spilling between the ridges and cracks, its light spreading out in a small circle around him. As he was kneeling before the mural, he felt the eyes of the stone watching him, the chains, the burning cities, the gods with their cold hands reaching for souls of men. Everything showed pictures and shapes of power and fear, the dynamic of pain and suffering of men at the hands of the gods, a world where mortals were told to bow and accept whatever the gods decided. A world where mortals had no say in their own destiny besides being enslaved, being used as pawns in the gods games, to be used as fodder.
Giyu lifted his head slowly, his breath still ragged and shivering in the cold deep of the caves of Necropolis. His chest was hurting, as if something within him was trying to break free, free from the chains that had held it back for so many years. A weight of every memory sat behind his ribs, in his lungs, in his heart. His mother, his father, their fear, their pain. The helplessness in their eyes, as their lives were forfeit from this world on the whim of a demon. Yet the gods did nothing for them. The gods never helped them in times of need, never looked after them or gave them a second thought. In reality the gods watched and let everything happen. True cruelty, true horror and evil was not just demons but it was the gods who let every dark thing in the world happen to those who worshipped them, those who tried to survive every day. Why would the gods do such horrors? perhaps it is because demons are offspring of gods, creations of the gods to instill fear and worship, to instill a need for their protection, but giving nothing in return. Perhaps the gods only saw humans as pawns, as meat to throw into the grinder of hell at their own whim.
Giyu pushed himself to his feet, his legs still trembled but he stood anyway. As he looked again at the murals the red paint cracked at its edges seemed as if it were glowing slightly in the dark. They all looked like warnings left by hands that had previously refused to kneel before divinity.
Giyu stared at them, hidden in the dark, his voice speaking out now, louder and more firm against the light and the dark.
“If this is the afterlife the gods made, then they are unworthy. Unworthy of our worship, unworthy of our aid, unworthy of being seen as divine. They are nothing more than beasts who think we are their play thing and they think they are giving us a wonderful world, but all they give us is suffering and pain and an afterlife filled with darkness.”
His voice echoed across the chamber, through the tunnels and the sound was unbroken, resolute, his voice had more determination in it, than it had, had for many years.
”No one has the right to chain the souls of mortals, not even the divine. No gods should be deciding my suffering or my love and joy in this world. No divine should be deciding who is remembered and who is forgotten. No one should be controlling me or anyone else against their free will. If gods claim the right to rule life and death, to rule us, then that right must be taken back.”
He placed on hand on his chest, the warmth within him felt more alive than ever. His other hand tightened around his katana that was resting in its sheath.
I’m done letting gods or anyone else choose the fate of me or any other living being. I am done letting them shape the world through creating fear all around us to only stay silent when anyone cries out for them. If what they call fate belongs to them, then I will tear fate from their cold dead hands.”
The air began to feel hotter around Giyu, as if he was radiating heat, his breath turned from a cold mist to a hot steam rising from his nose and mouth with every breath, the cold steel of his blade turned red hot, as wisps of steam rose from it.
”Humanity should walk its own path, a path they all choose for themselves, a freedom that the gods robbed them of. Since the gods are standing in their way, in my way, then I will turn myself into a blade that will sever their grasp on humanity. I do not intend to kneel ever again, not to those who refuse to help me, help my friends, family, the people who need it the most!”
As Giyu finished speaking, his hand fell from his chest, while he drew his katana, its red hot steel emanating a low light around him, the determination, and hatred toward the divine was more visible than ever. In the darkness that surrounded hima nd filled Necropolis, where the souls of the lost were kept like cattle, where souls were imprisoned for eternity for the crimes of the gods, Giyu made a choice to forsake and never believe in the divine again. He chose a path of freedom, a path that was the right one, the one that would break the chains of the divine and set him free. Giving him the ability to free those who were blinded by the deceiving light of the divine.
In the end Giyu chose to stand with the living, tho carry the pain in his chest and tho free the world from the tight grip of those who claimed to rule it, who claimed to protect every soul from damnation.
For humanity to take its rightful place as creators and free people, divinity had to be erased.
- Choose between what is right and what is easy (B-rank)
Giyu’s torch was lying on the broken stone floor, the flames licking its cold surface while its cloth and oil were slowly spilling between the ridges and cracks, its light spreading out in a small circle around him. As he was kneeling before the mural, he felt the eyes of the stone watching him, the chains, the burning cities, the gods with their cold hands reaching for souls of men. Everything showed pictures and shapes of power and fear, the dynamic of pain and suffering of men at the hands of the gods, a world where mortals were told to bow and accept whatever the gods decided. A world where mortals had no say in their own destiny besides being enslaved, being used as pawns in the gods games, to be used as fodder.
Giyu lifted his head slowly, his breath still ragged and shivering in the cold deep of the caves of Necropolis. His chest was hurting, as if something within him was trying to break free, free from the chains that had held it back for so many years. A weight of every memory sat behind his ribs, in his lungs, in his heart. His mother, his father, their fear, their pain. The helplessness in their eyes, as their lives were forfeit from this world on the whim of a demon. Yet the gods did nothing for them. The gods never helped them in times of need, never looked after them or gave them a second thought. In reality the gods watched and let everything happen. True cruelty, true horror and evil was not just demons but it was the gods who let every dark thing in the world happen to those who worshipped them, those who tried to survive every day. Why would the gods do such horrors? perhaps it is because demons are offspring of gods, creations of the gods to instill fear and worship, to instill a need for their protection, but giving nothing in return. Perhaps the gods only saw humans as pawns, as meat to throw into the grinder of hell at their own whim.
Giyu pushed himself to his feet, his legs still trembled but he stood anyway. As he looked again at the murals the red paint cracked at its edges seemed as if it were glowing slightly in the dark. They all looked like warnings left by hands that had previously refused to kneel before divinity.
Giyu stared at them, hidden in the dark, his voice speaking out now, louder and more firm against the light and the dark.
“If this is the afterlife the gods made, then they are unworthy. Unworthy of our worship, unworthy of our aid, unworthy of being seen as divine. They are nothing more than beasts who think we are their play thing and they think they are giving us a wonderful world, but all they give us is suffering and pain and an afterlife filled with darkness.”
His voice echoed across the chamber, through the tunnels and the sound was unbroken, resolute, his voice had more determination in it, than it had, had for many years.
”No one has the right to chain the souls of mortals, not even the divine. No gods should be deciding my suffering or my love and joy in this world. No divine should be deciding who is remembered and who is forgotten. No one should be controlling me or anyone else against their free will. If gods claim the right to rule life and death, to rule us, then that right must be taken back.”
He placed on hand on his chest, the warmth within him felt more alive than ever. His other hand tightened around his katana that was resting in its sheath.
I’m done letting gods or anyone else choose the fate of me or any other living being. I am done letting them shape the world through creating fear all around us to only stay silent when anyone cries out for them. If what they call fate belongs to them, then I will tear fate from their cold dead hands.”
The air began to feel hotter around Giyu, as if he was radiating heat, his breath turned from a cold mist to a hot steam rising from his nose and mouth with every breath, the cold steel of his blade turned red hot, as wisps of steam rose from it.
”Humanity should walk its own path, a path they all choose for themselves, a freedom that the gods robbed them of. Since the gods are standing in their way, in my way, then I will turn myself into a blade that will sever their grasp on humanity. I do not intend to kneel ever again, not to those who refuse to help me, help my friends, family, the people who need it the most!”
As Giyu finished speaking, his hand fell from his chest, while he drew his katana, its red hot steel emanating a low light around him, the determination, and hatred toward the divine was more visible than ever. In the darkness that surrounded hima nd filled Necropolis, where the souls of the lost were kept like cattle, where souls were imprisoned for eternity for the crimes of the gods, Giyu made a choice to forsake and never believe in the divine again. He chose a path of freedom, a path that was the right one, the one that would break the chains of the divine and set him free. Giving him the ability to free those who were blinded by the deceiving light of the divine.
In the end Giyu chose to stand with the living, tho carry the pain in his chest and tho free the world from the tight grip of those who claimed to rule it, who claimed to protect every soul from damnation.
For humanity to take its rightful place as creators and free people, divinity had to be erased.