The snow capped Mount Shiomi is the only safe place left for us, the Immortals. Demons roam everywhere- wanting to devour the Sun and destroy humanity.

They want to end all creation and start over, they'll stop at nothing to accomplish it. So many deities have died and not come back from the Underworld, both humanity and the gods are at the brink of extinction. Myself and Amaterasu, the last remaining deities are humanity's last hope of survival...

Ryu-Jin 一

I glance at Amaterasu who lay sprawled on one of the many couches in the Hall of the Gods.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm fine," she replies.

I knew what was bothering her, if the sun was devoured, she'll die.

"We'll stop them from devouring the sun and end the Apocalypse don't worry," I say. It sounds corny but I don't know what else to say.

"How can you be sure?" Amaterasu asks.

"Because I know we will, we have to." I say certain

I look over her shoulder at what she's reading, it is the Prophecy of the Immortals, it reads:

The last three of the gods, must turn the tables against all odds.

To Sun or chaos the demons will fall

A single choice shall end Sun's light,

Two to see the world in endless dark

Death of a friend by Chaos' hand,

A promise to keep with a final breath,

All ends at the Devil's Sea.

"The last line worries me," Amaterasu whispers.

"The part about an promise being made along with the part about a final breath, that would mean someone dies right?" I asked puzzled.

"I guess so, I hope it's not one of us though," Amaterasu says still staring at the piece of paper.

From where she lay on the couch, Amaterasu backflips over the armrest, lands lighty on her feet and grabs her sheathed Blade of Kusanagi, from where it lay on the coffee table.

Suddenly there was the sound glass shattering from somewhere across the hall.

"Show yourself!" Amaterasu yells.

Roars and screams was heard from the other end of the hall. There was no mistaking it, we were surrounded by Akuma.

I drew my staff as the first Akuma launched itself at us. Faster than I could blink, Amaterasu unsheaths her katana and slashes at it, cutting its body clean in half, the two halves dissolve into dust.

I blasted a Akuma with Chaos energy who wails, and like its brethren dissipates into dust.

The others hurl themselves at us and I turn in time to see a sword-welding Akuma impale Amaterasu who cries out in pain and falls to her knees still slashing, hacking and stabbing at the horde.

I could not see how bad the wound was but it must have been bad for her to cry out like that.

After that was a blur. The horde of Akuma thowing themselves at me and getting slashed to ash and dust, my staff Sǐwáng Shōugē zhě (Death Reaper), was no longer a staff but a weapon of mass destruction, slashing and tearing though the remaining demons as if they were nothing more than paper and incinerating them to ash, sand and dust as if they were wood being burnt away by fire.

I turned to see Amaterasu slowly getting gingerly to her feet, the stab wound obviously bothering her.

"You alright?" I call, hurrying over and helping her to her feet.

"B-been better," she replies.

"We still have to worry about the demon apocalypse," I remind her.

"I know, it's just so hard having to worry about ourselves and the mortals," Amaterasu says "We should head down to the human world now to see if anyone needs help,"

"Sometimes I don't know why you even bother about those mere mortals in the first place," I mutter.

"I bother because we need them, that's why they were created," Amaterasu said. "Now let's go."