Long ago, a woman descended from the stars into a vast, war-torn world. After seeing needless death and suffering everywhere she looked, she resolved to put an end to it. So she consumed the forbidden fruit of the God Tree and ascended, and the world knew peace.
But slowly, things changed. Her subjects' joyous worship slowly turned to fear and scorn. They blasphemed her as a demon, ungrateful for the peace she had given them. In a rage, she punished all who dared speak against her, and the land was terrified into silence.
Yet the mutterings started again and again. Despite the fact that they knew it was suicide to speak against their ruler, her subjects refused to stop. They spoke of freedom. Of justice. What use were those in the face of chaos? Order was the way that the world should be run, and she was the one best fit to rule. That was the way of things.
All of her efforts were fruitless, and no matter what she did, no matter what she threatened them with, the people would not be cowed. Then, the unthinkable happened. Her own two sons sided with the mortals and turned against her, their scattered chakras standing strong against her.
As the final blow was struck and her awareness began to fade, Kaguya could only think one thing.
Where did I go wrong?