Chapter Text
The Prelude
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I, as the teller of this story, will narrate all of the players in this tale. A tale that could be told in either half-truths or half-lies, depending on your perspective.
And I start with the lovers, perhaps doomed by circumstances or planted into the hearts, as a cunning thing—fate.
Kirinmaru, a daiyoukai with a soft heart, was betrothed to Sunako—a haughty bride arranged by his sister, Zero; a willful sister of the dark for an alliance with Kurayami—the god of the void that will never break.
Midoriko—powerful priestess of her lands—who swore never to have a man hold her beating heart—found herself in the gaze of a lover that saw her beyond her beauty.
Soon the rest of the players came to our fairytale to chart the course of the lovers: Sunako’s brother, Arata: a god, with his gaze, who glanced over his incompetent future brother-in-law; his father, Kurayami: solemn and yet watchful of every move; Mahiruma, a reluctant god who bound these lovers, though he knew that their fate can never be broken; the haughty Sunako, whose eyes dived to the pleasure of Kirinmaru’s beauty; and Kitsu, dubious of their relationship.
I could list more, but I must narrate my tale, of which I will tell another to open the story.
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