This is a stream of consciousness piece.
It is rated K+ for the overall theme and content.
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Bad Religion
Weary. Darkness. Encircled.
She did love him. Always had, always would. But their time was short. Shorter than she could have imagined. Reject. Resolve. Renew. Love.
They stood at the end of an era. The mighty had fallen. The strangers came from beyond the realm of even the continent. They brought a war. They brought their god. Their religion. Power. Struggle. Beliefs. Unknown.
There was only room for one. And youkai fell all too quickly. Proof of their god's power. Of their god's manifestation.
And yet they continued to fall to the daiyoukai and his ward. Troops. Armies. Legions. Forever falling.
But even so, the time had come. Clawed fingers caressed a crest fallen face. Whispering sweet nothings of sweeter times. Lips. Lingering. Feelings. Lost.
He would not heal this time. They and their god would not have it. They would tame the world. Kill its magic, its knowledge, its hope.
All for control of a world that was ready to forget them. Forest. Cover. Flee. No escape.
The sunset within his eyes grew cold and opened the path to twilight. And she would follow him there. Barefoot. Wild. Free. Forever.
This was their end.
If it brings me to my knees, it must be a bad religion.