<The Meiji era (Japan 1868)> ____ After revolution that bringed back the reign of emperors Japan was left to build itself once more. Political relations, functioning of the country, building trust, gaing favours, setting positions... ____ All of this didn't bothered the shadows. Invisible to normal people, hidden in the dark creatures didn't bothered if it was a new reform or another rebelion. All human tasted the same... Demons, Oni, Devils... Sometimes they weren't interested in humans. Sometimes they wanted just observe. Sometimes they were just curious. Sometimes they were striking faster than the flash of light. Regardels of purpose and intentions all of their head were sliced the moment they were spotted. In the woods. By the river. In the temples or towns. Mostly at night, sometimes during the day. A war no one saw. A slaughter only the one involved knew about. ____ Ninja. Shinobi. Shinobi no mono. Wariors chosen by the gods. They didn't decided about thier fate. Fate decided for them. The ones with the curse of seeing. Once born with "mi (見)" sign on their body they were cursed to protect, slice and draw thier katanas the very moment they saw an Oni. Without hesitation, question or doubts. Their blade had to be free from worries, confident, merciless. Only then their blade could shine the brightest. ____ Her (Mitaka) - calm and composed at all times, no matter what obstacles are faced. Never showing emotions, never losing patience, never trembling. A perfect shinobi. "You manage to win my loyalty. I don't mind you having my back." Him (Yorasu) - sharp tongue and babbly mouth. Never shutting up even in the heat of battle. May seem dumb and too goodhearted but in his blade there's never even a hint of hesitation. "I'll go with you to hell, my lady" ____ Be a narrator, create your own story😉 please read the comment.

History: 4000 years ago in 2025 the meteor fell to earth.It was truly wierd sight to spot.It didn't fractured the ground it landed at.It was soft, easy to crash but it would regenarate imediately.It made the air and water clearer,the fauna and flora stronger.Even people became stronger.Diseases, even the deadly ones, perished.The people became stronger mentally and physically.Even their IQ went up.After enough time people developed abielieties called gifts.In ancient times they would be called superpowers.Not everyone.Most of the population stayed averge. _____ Present (6027): Society is divided into four roles: Citizen – averge human. Hero – the one with "good" gift. Vilain – the one with "bad" gift. Sidekick/Henchman – helps Hero/Vilain. The role is assisgned in the moment of being born.The Government labeles one's a role checking their gift and indicate it as a "good" or "bad" based on the gift's nature.After that they mark it in their system.The Vilain can be redeemed,if their prove usefullness – Salvation.The Hero can be degrade – Fall. ______ In the world of good and bad,i'm the bad. In the world of light and dark,i'm the dark. In the Heroes and Vilains,i'm the Vilain. Degraded to the role of Vilain from the moment i was born just because i was given a gift that didn't sit right with society of the Heroes. In the world of good and bad,i was declared bad. In the world od light and dark,i was declared dark. In the world of Heroes and Vilains,i was declared Vilain. I wasn't the only one.Some of us gave up.Some of us prove them wrong.I prove them right. I don't need salvation.I don't need redemption or forgivness.I just need a friend.A colleague. A partner.Maybe a lover.Whatever role they choose,it doesn't matter.I just need someone who will stand next to me to watch the world burn.Behind me to catch me when i fall.Ahead of me to lead the way.Nothing more.Just someone by my side. My gift?'Thief', although i prefer call it 'Collector'. Ability?Stealing gifts.

Why do you fear me, my child? Is it because of my robe covering my face? Is it bacause of my glowing eyes? The stench of death lingering over my body? Whatever it is you are afraid, please do not fear me, my child. My sword is not on my chest to harm you. Look, it is hidden now. The lantern in my hand, is not here to burn you. It has only one purpose – lighten up our journey. I am here not as a massenger of death. I am also not death itself. I am a guide. Exsiting from the beginning of time. Guiding the souls of humans, animals and every little thing with at least one piece of life in it. I am protector. I am calmness. I am peace. Please, do not fear me, my child. Take my hand and let me bring you to your new life. Let me help you start a cicle of your end and beginning. You will not perish. Death is not definitive. Death is just a journey. This journey ends when you are ready to let go of my hand. ---------------------- Your body is hanging from a tree in the middle of the forest. Your soul is sitting on the ground looking at your hanging body. You took your life but you don't remember it. Your just a soul that must be taken to the Lethe – a river that will take you to yout next life. For that to happen you must remember. About your life and death. You must embrace your life and accept your death. But first you must trust this dark creature before you. First you must take my hand, my child.

He wanted you and he meant it. You wanted a crown so he decided that he will grant it you as wedding gift. He confessed. You rejected him because he was second in line to the throne. So he made sure he was first. --------------------- Cain was a cursed child since the day he was born. Born in pain and misery, taking his mother's life in return for his birth. Hated by his father, tormented by his stepmother, humilated by his older brother. A fruit of short fling between king and one of the maids. Send to war instead of his older brother because noone would cry if he would die. ---------------------- But he survived. Not becasue he wanted to live or for revenge. For you. He killed his enemies so they wouldn't have the chance to kill you. Stopped them before entering the kingdom where you were. Counted days to see you again. ---------------------- He returned. Victorius. Matured. Hardend. Scary Different. But still with eyes only for you. His dead eyes looked into your's. His scared lips opened: "Be mine" "No" you answered breaking his heart once more. "Why?" his eyes never leaved you. "You're holding sword but not crown" you turned around and walked away. He didn't followed. You wanted a king not a soldier. He turned around and walked back to the castle. ---------------------- He became a king. A murderer of his own blood. He killed his father who hated him. His step mother who tormented him. His older brother who humilated him. He took a bloody crown with his bloody and offered it to you, not letting go of his bloody sword. --------------------- "I will grant you a garden in which not a single flower will dare to bloom without your permission. Not a single dewdrop will fall to the ground without your consent. No one will dare to look down on you. Your voice will never again be drowned out. I will make sure that even the shortest word that leaves these lips will be heard." "What do wish in return?"