PSU Reincarnation – Dark Religion

Universe 1 - Yokubo


Kotone Junan dragged herself a few more inches away from the burning remains of her home. Other children cried, struggling back towards the fireball of their home. Some lay lifeless; Kotone tried not to look at them. The yells of the many children should have attracted the Communion (1), yet it had been hours since the fire wrecked their home. White snow drifted down, and silence was now the predominant sound as children huddled together in a desperate attempt for warmth. The chill of deep winter took the lives of the young survivors one after the other and the world began to gray and fade. Praying to the Holy Light did nothing, and the Communion had failed to answer. Kotone coughed, the action leeching out some of her heat, watched the few survivors slowly stop moving, and made her choice. Clasping petite hands together, she called upon the Dark God, begging him to save the few remaining Newmans that the Goddess had forsaken. Warmth settled upon the remaining children like a blanket, and a comforting presence filled the air. Soothed, Kotone sunk into peaceful slumber.


Soft hands pressed together as she prayed at her altar, eyes closed tightly. It was the anniversary of the Yokubō fire, and as she had for the last five years of her life, she prayed to the Dark God for a prosperous year to come. She had been retrieved by the GUARDIANS, and as soon as she could, she had signed up for the Medical Division. She was a decent fighter with double sabers and longbows, but her role was primarily support and assistance now. She smiled to herself, as she finished morning prayers, gently setting the incense on top of the table to finish burning. Pressing her hands flat against the ground, she stood up and left to get to work.


Checking the vitals of the many groaning GUARDIANS, Kotone tended to them each, individually wrapping wounds and giving pills to those conscious enough to swallow. By the time the rest of the Medics assigned to the area arrived, Kotone was patching up the last of the survivors. The dead were already placed into the capsules. She clucked her tongue at them, having already logged everything so that they were incapable of stealing credit. She ignored the many glares sent her way as she finished her work and left, trying not to look at the still smoldering remains of her old home.


She had returned yet again, hours after the incident, unable to deny her own sick curiosity. Heels clicked upon thick layers of melted marble, echoing in the emptiness of the halls. She mildly observed each melted doorway, remembering each family that once lived there with an almost horrifying calmness. Footsteps clicked to a stop as she stared blankly at the one room all children of the Marsh were forbidden to go.

The Mirror Room had already been here when the Yokubō marsh had been made. The elders had terrified the children and her into believing that the room was alive, in a sick, twisted sort of way. Sometimes, when Kotone had been doing chores, she had heard voices in the room, though it had always remained tightly locked. She put her hand on the elegant doorknob, pausing only for a moment as her mind whispered that this was a bad idea. Nobody living had ever been allowed in that room. The bodies of the dead were supposed to rest here, and those who dealt with removing the dead were tainted. Despite her own progressive attitude on such rubbish, Kotone still feared that entering the room would condemn her like it had those who served the Eternal End. She shook her head mildly and chastised herself for such silly outlooks.

Inside was completely empty. No bodies, no dust, not even a stain on the reflective glass. She breathed in, a startled gasp that was unusually loud in the darkness. Kotone turned to leave, but the doors slammed shut, melting together and refusing to let her leave. The crystals glittered, as if mocking her. She swallowed, but obediently turned back around, skirts swirling around her in a gentle flutter of lace. Tucking a strand of dark purple hair behind one ear, she nervously walked forward. The smooth, unbroken plane of mirrors gave off a strange light, allowing the young woman to see the area around her. Suddenly, the mirrors vanished, and Kotone stopped, unsure if there was any ground. Nervous, she attempted to call a sphere of fire into her hand, but nothing happened. Panic swallowed her, and she forced it back by sheer will, kneeling down to confirm that there was still ground there.

There was nothing.

Her fingers slid through empty space and she jerked her hand back, terrified. She spun around to leave, only to find herself surrounded by darkness, the mirrored floor below her falling apart piece by piece. Desperate, she reached out to the Dark God, hands pressed together in desperate prayer. The last of the floor vanished, and Kotone fell.


The first thing she realized was that she wasn't dead. It was a bit of a 'duh' moment, but considering the distance she must have fallen for there to be light, it was reasonable. Second, she was most certainly not on Neudaiz. There was nowhere on Neudaiz that held such an elegant place.

White-capped peaks lapped at icy walls and steps, while deadly icicles hung from arches and rooftops. Everything melded seamlessly into one another, and the steps were frost-covered. Shivering, Kotone wrapped arms around her body and climbed up, taking extreme care where she placed her feet lest she fall down the stairs. Soft lavender eyes swept the area, following the small lanterns up to the massive temple. The closer she got, the colder it seemed. Whispers followed her in quiet abundance, the shimmery outlines of people walking past her. They seemed familiar, then not, like strangers and one-time patients she'd passed during work. She reached the final steps, apprehensively looking at the two delicate glass gates, but obediently hurried in, passing down the massive open space. A simplistic throne hid a doorway, which she slipped through, feet tapping up the stairs quickly and steadily. She passed a few floors by, each holding numerous rooms, though as she climbed, the numbers and size of the rooms decreased.

Smooth crystal bars attached to crystal chains tumbled down to rest at her feet at the top floor, and Kotone winced at the clatter, but grasped the frozen crystal and climbed. The door slammed shut below her once she had made it to the top, and Kotone shivered at how forbidding it seemed. Inside, the room was warm, filled with the same reflective mirrors as what was at her home. A familiar laugh made her spiral around, a hand pressed against her breast.

"Father," Kotone gasped, sinking to her knees in a bow. Dark eyes crinkled as the Earthly Father patted her upon the head.


(1) At the time, Kotone didn't know that the Marsh supported the Dark God, and was only allowed in the Communion because no other Newmans wished to taint themselves by working with the dead.

Hello! I'm sure you're wonder how this weird story came to light.

This story actually ended up happening because I had played PSP2i, and I saw the size of the Crystals. So I decided to make a story similar to Nagisa's, only with my own perspective. In this world there will be many things.

* Falz cannot be destroyed, only contained, unlike the other timeline
* The Crystals are a lot smaller, think marble-sized
* The Events of Ambition of the Illuminus do not happen.
* Emilia's involvement in the GUARDIANS is exposed

There are a lot more, but I'll reveal them as we go.

Universe One End