"No, please you can't die here! You're not supposed to!"
"I'm….sorry I couldn't be with you any longer…"
"No…wake up…WAKE UP!"
The girl shot up from her king-sized bed and opened her large red eyes and began to survey the large feudal/modern bedroom as she swept the purple locks of hair from her face. Much to her surprise, she was actually panting and even sweating which was a feeling that she had never had.
Her name is Hades Izanami, the so-called Goddess of Death and the Imperator of the Novus Orbis Librarium, a world government that was only rivalled in power by the scientist group Sector Seven. In truth however, she was nothing but a tool used by a god. Yet despite this the Imperator broke free of her restraints and began her own plans for this world.
Izanami lifted the covers from her bed and stood up as she reached for a gold hair pin on the shelf next to her and tied her purple hair into a large ponytail that went all the way down to her thighs. The goddess was wearing nothing but a short white yukata with a red sash around her waist. Izanami then walk to her wardrobe opened its door and pulled out a black haori with purple flower motif and put it over her yukata.
The Imperator walked towards the balcony and opened the doors allowing her to see the large full moon in the night sky. As she stared at it, Izanami had memories of her and two blonde haired boys with green eyes looking up at the moon. The younger boy would always be scared that the moon was going to fall and hit them; to which the older boy assured him that no such thing would happen.
Granted, these were the memories of her vessel Saya, the younger sister of Ragna the Bloodedge, an SS-Class Criminal who wants to destroy the NOL, and Jin Kisaragi, a former Major of the Praetorian Guard. Because of her, Izanami can feel her memories, desires and emotions which cause her to have a strange fascination towards Ragna despite hating him with every fibre of her being; even mockingly calling him brother as a way to torture him psychologically.
Izanami placed her hand on her forehead and to her surprise found sweat running down her face. Her eyes widen as she felt the wet drops on her cold, pale face.
'I'm sweating?' Izanami thought. 'How could I, the goddess of death, be swayed by a mere dream?'
"Perhaps it is the memories of your vessel that are conflicting your emotional state."
Behind Izanami approached the source of the voice. It was a tall man with short blonde hair and stubbles who wore a yellow opera mask, a purple Victorian coat, and white gloves, a violet cape with green interior and grey rings attached to the tips, white pants and purple boots with gold steel caps.
"Relius Clover." Izanami said coldly. "Why have you graced my presence at such a late time period?"
Relius then walked closer towards the Imperator as he adjusted his mask.
"Well your majesty, it seems that you for the first time have experienced a nightmare." Relius explained. "If I were to guess the reason behind it, you would most likely be that the vessel's memories are affecting your mind and now these memories are causing you to experience flashbacks through dream sequences which are traumatizing on the vessel's physical psyche."
"I see." Izanami replied. "However what seem to trouble me is the events being shown in the dream."
"Oh? And what events might they be, Imperator?" Relius said with a curious look.
"I don't see the images very clearly except for vague flashes, but from what I can make out, I am with someone, a boy whose life is expiring in front of my eyes. I am for some reason sad for this boy's passing and tell him not to leave."
"Interesting." Relius says as he places his hand on his chin in thought. "Perhaps it is a repressed traumatic memory of your vessel's that has been triggered through your intervention and are being restored through your consciousness."
"As much as that will seem to be the answer, I have doubts about its authenticity." Izanami answered as she gazed up at the full moon. "I have read through many of this Saya's memories, even ones she may or may not recall and out of all of them, not are like any in this dream."
As she said this, Relius noticed a tear running down Izanami's left eye which shocked the Mad Puppeteer.
'Impossible? Tears on Izanami's face?' Relius thought. 'Why would a death incarnate like she be saddened by something as trivial as a dream?'
Izanami then noticed the salty water running from her tear duct and used her hand to wipe it away.
"This vessel is affecting me drastically." Said the Imperator. "Maybe it is time to find a new one."
"As much as I would like to grant your wish, it is very difficult to create a vessel capable of handling this much spiritual power or containing a soul like yours." Relius stated as he examined Izanami's body for any changes or signs of resistance with the vessel's soul. "It took syphoning much of the fith Prime Field Device's power and residual data to create your current vessel."
Izanami held her purple locks of hair in her hand and twisted them like a shy school girl.
"Yes it will take much time and resources to make a new vessel, one without personality or resistance." Izanami spoke. "But as we both know, this body's time is fading."
"Yes indeed, Imperator." Relius answered. "Well, I will retire for the night. I hope that your majesty is no longer troubled by these nightmares."
Relius then bowed to the goddess and with a snap of his fingers, teleported in beam of purple light.
Izanami turned to look at the moon and surprisingly smiled and began to laugh.
"Hahahahaha! This is getting interesting." Izanami said with glee. "Is there something you're trying to show me, Amaterasu? Then do your worst, it matters not to me what you do."