A/N: so this is very much inspired by 'Noragami', though I don't own it or Kurobas. I hope you enjoy the read! Leave a review to let me know what you think :)
Hundreds of years she'd slept – the time where she'd been needed had long waned, a God of Calamity the people of the modern world no longer called upon her for vengeance. But in that moment – the cry for help, for someone, for anyone to come – her eyes shot open and she rose from her slumber.
Daiki had only been walking home – he hadn't expected to be jumped by a biker gang and left for dead at the side of the street, bleeding – but strangely unafraid. It was when the things had started creeping closer – claiming he 'smelled good', lurking in the shadows just beyond his sight – did fear begin to close around him, an iron fist.
He didn't know what they were – but he knew they were foul beings, and would do just as they said… devour him.
It was then that he began to pray.
He prayed for help – something he'd never had to do in his privileged life. He prayed for his death to be postponed, for his life to end any way other than on the floor, ravaged by spirits. He prayed to the gods, and prayed that they would deliver him from the evil that was upon him.
He began to cower – tremble and quiver as the creatures slinked out into the night, closer and closer, growling and gurgling sickly.
And then a sharp burst of light, a flash of pink, and she was there – hair flying, demeanour unforgiving.
"Tetsuya!" her voice rung through the empty street.
Another burst of light, this time white – and a nagamaki, magnificently silver and blue was suddenly in her delicate hand.
Oh, she cleaved.
Spinning, violent, she swiped and swung and stabbed with grace.
A blur of pink hair and porcelain skin, a flash of blue steel.
The screeches of the spirits faded into the night – and he was left there, bleeding and in awe, happy to die if her face was the last thing he was to see.
"Rend!"
And the last one fell, exploding in a burst of matrix.
She turned to him then, "You are the one who woke me?"
Her severe face did nothing to instil fear in him – no, he was not afraid.
"Yes," he rasped, hands pressed to his side, trying to staunch the flow of blood.
"Tetsu, come."
The weapon in her hand flashed a vibrant white, and suddenly a man was standing beside her – pale, his hair and eyes the colour of the summer sky. He observed Daiki silently before exchanging a glance with the heavenly woman. A pale hand extended, and the dying man could only watch in awe as a trail of light seeped from the companion's hand – twirling slowly until it landed right on the source of the blood.
Daiki gave a start then – he could feel it mending, feel his internal organs stop aching as the light made him glow an uneven blue. For a whole minute he laid there, eyes wide – he wasn't going to die – he was alive!
"Who are you?" his voice rung strong as he sat up.
"I am Satsuki," the severity of her features began to fade, and he could've sworn she was glowing.
"Where did you come from?" he couldn't help the question – not even after the dangerously blank stare the 'Tetsu' had given him.
"You called for help, did you not?"
He felt his jaw drop open – but no, there was no possible way-
"Your voice woke me from my slumber," she extended a flawless hand to him, and he stared at it for a moment, torn. She smiled then, soft and gentle and much too innocent for a destroyer of spirits, hand still offered to him in a show of peace.
He took it and let her hoist him to his feet, until he stood at his full height, towering over her.
"How did you hear me?" somehow, his voice remained steady, though he felt like she knew his insides were trembling.
"I," she looked up – magenta met dark blue – and he was sure time itself stopped as she said, "am the God of Calamity."