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Sorrowful God: Chapter 2 part 1
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Truth be told, Kukyo had little empathy for his father, he had deserved it, but something was odd. Not all of the blood could of belonged to the father now could it? There simply was too much for a single man to bleed so wo else was injured? As Kukyo pondered a grim realization washes over him as he turned his head darting to the bed, laying upon the sheets was the familiar figure, a stab wound from a knife directly where the heart had been.. Laying upon the blood stained mattress was Kukyo's mangled corpse. " What the hell is going on.. " Kukyo would say in both confusion and rage knowing that his own father was the one who had killed him.
The clock ticked past the 7 o'clock mark as the grandfather clock chimed in the living room as Kukyo remembered Sakura wanted to meet him at the grave yard, he groaned slightly as he would start out the door, but as he walked he noticed an eerie silence.. It was the weekend yet there were no cars on the roads nor were there any people on the sidewalks, it was unusually foggy that morning as some dew formed on leaves of the trees, slim rays of the sunlight shone from the horizon as it made it's daily arc in the sky. The graveyard was oddly filled with people, why was this the only place with so much activity? Another thing to add to Kukyo's growing list of problems with today. Moving on he went to visit his mother's grave-- stopping has there stood by the head stone was the familar figure, and the familiar ash black hair. Reaching out to her slowly only to see the figure vanish before he could get it's attention.
Looking down into a puddle on the ground he found his own reflection seemed off to him, the face looking back hardly looked like him anymore. His skin was a dark shade of pitch black, his eyes emitted a white light, two horns poking from the sides of his head as they curved downward, his clothing was oddly old-fashion and appeared it was some form of royal garb from medievil ages. His right hand resembled more that of a claw then a hand as it glistened in a golden metallic splendor. (might continue it later)
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Sorrowful God: Chapter One
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On March 21st, what would appear as an average day, it was friday so most of high schoolers were eager to return home-- except for Kanashimi Kukyo. Infact he dreaded his return home because his father was abusive, he would usually be wasted by the time he returned from his job at a construction site and yell at Kukyo blaming him for all his problems. His mother died 2 years ago on March 22nd, tomorrow marked the second anniversary of the accident. Grudgingly Kukyo would walk home, stopping by the graveyard to pay his respects as e plucted a rose from a nearby bush and laid it on the grave with the engravings 'Maria Kanashimi ' . He would look over and see a girl sitting on the grass, hiding her face in her knees. Clearly he was not the only one suffering, he decided to try and ignore his own problems as he walked over to her, sitting himself behind her pressing his back to hers. "sometimes.. it is better to cry with a friend" . He would say giving her a courtious smile. The girl would remain silent for a moment before she spoke "..maybe..your right.." she says as shhe returned the smile. Hours went by as they would talk, Kukyo found out her name was Sakura Ijimien, she was 16 and a junior at high school, her grades were above average and admitted to being pressured by her mother, the grave she was visiting wasn't someone she knew, she came her to cry not for her loss but the loss of others. She emitted a soothing kindness that made Kukyo forget his worries, it was blissful just to know peaple like her existed. It was getting rather late as i decided it was about time to get back home. "I-- gotta go!" Kukyo would shout as he already start to dash towards the iron gates to exit the grave yard. "wait! meet me here tomorrow!" Sakura would shout as she also enjoyed their talks, even if it was small chitchat.Kukyo would head back home walking in the door, the scent of alcohal and cigeratte smoke filled the room as he would slowly close the door, hoping his father wouldn't be awake. The silence would be broken as his first step hit a creaky wooden board and a deep and raspy voice spoke out " Where the fuck have you been? " . The voice clearly belonged to his father, more drunk as usual, " I was nowhere.. " Kukyo would say grudgingly in response to his father. Loud footsteps are heard as his father walked into view from his room, he was a heavy man who smelt like pure whiskey, he had an aftershave with a bushy mustache, cigeratte in hand as he took a puff before grabbing Kukyo by the arm and pressing the burning embers to his skin, Kukyo would only wince at the pain as he now was getting use to it. Annoyed nontheless by his father as he cletched a fist and mumbled in despite " piece of shit.." . " What was that dipshit? " the father would say as he shoved Kukyo into the wall, pissed now Kukyo would lurch forward punching his father in the nose, knocking him back as his hand instinctivly covered his broken nose, blood dripping onto his hand and floor as he was flustered, his face red in rage as he shouted " You insolent fucking worm! " Kukyo would look him in the eyes, he was tired of this worthless parent as he made his point clear, " Why don't you go burn in hell you weak little fuck " Kukyo would top his statement off by flipping his father off. The father consumed by anger and driven by his alcohal would launch himself at Kukyo-- however Kukyo was much fasteras he leaped to the side kicking his father into the wall, the force cracking the bricks where the father's head hit, blood dripping as a gash was on his forehead, knocked out luckily as Kukyo looked at him in disgust before going into his room and laying down, nearly falling asleep instantly.
A few hours would pass as Kokyu woke up and looked at his alarm, it was 3:15 AM and for some reason.. he felt off.. The air was unusually tense and cold and as he listened he realised that he heard something. "..silence?". This was something he was never use to. As he looked around the room several minutes would pass as his clock never moved. " It's busted.. " he said annoyed at the fact he got it two weeks ago at the local thrift shop. He oddly felt rested. only sleeping for about 3 hours but he didn't really find it odd. He decided it would be a good idea to check on his lame father. He walked out to the livingly room and noticed his father was gone, oddly there was more blood then he remembered in the room, he stepped closer to inspect the blood and realized it was coming from the walls, dripping as the amount increased to pouring as the room filled with red liquid, in seconds he was drowning in it as he struggled against the thick liquid as everything started to fade away to nothing..
The last thing he remembered was darkness as he jumped in his bed, as he relaxed he realized something was wrong.. He put his hand on the sheets as he felt a red liquid on his palms. Recoiling as he looked at his hand as it dripped of crimson blood. Something was wrong with the blood as it was oddly fresh, he looked around the room as everything was splattered in the crimson color. His eyes adjusting quicker then usual to the dark he realized laying in the middle of the floor was the body of his drunk father, he was torn in pieces as his arm was in the corner, his large and small intestines spilled out onto the floor as several gashes and holes i his body, it looked as if all his blood was drained out just to paint the room as his face was frozen in the expression of true horror. Kukyo oddly smiled at the scene, he was glad that his father was gone as he got up and upon further inspection noticed he had clutched a knife in his hands, the blade was still shining despite the thick blood on it, " Did you do this your dumbass? " Kukyo would snicker almost instantly afterwards as he knew that his father wouldn'y be capable of this. Then something occured to him.. if it wasn't suicide.. then who did it?
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