Author's Note:Written for the moonlight flower challenge: second time around/week 6
Pairing: Sesshomaru X Rin
Being God
Blood and death. Born from the moon; born from the air. The son of the bright golden star, the earth holds no boundaries for me.
Father was god, was power. Power was mine, my world, my everything. How quickly the memories became soiled with the earth. A childhood suddenly lost. I am blood and death. I rule the earth. Father hears me and says little, his back speaks more; Mother's soul silently weeps. I care not.
Father is law, and Father is dead. What he writes with claw and fang continues. The white hot blade weld by his lesser son carved the words and marked me flawed. Fallen. Foolish. Branded to the forever memory of my only mistake—no, my first mistake.
You, my last, my blessed torment, my hypocrisy personified.
You are neither god nor goddess. You are earth. You are born of seeds and grass and flowers, of things that will wilt and die in the sun and freeze beneath the moon—temporal child who dances among the zephyrs and considers them kindred and not foe, you are everything I am not.
The ground drinks fear and sprouts enmity and war. Yet, your blossoms no longer carry these. Your scent was dirt, blood, pain, death. Your body already contained what I sought to create in others. How strange.
A childhood lost by the fangs of wolves, I saw you and branded you as mine. A childhood regained by the fang of life, by the son of a star. How odd.
The bringer of blood and death has taken you back from the earth and its soiled inhabitants. I am god. Look how you worship me; look how the earth worships me.
I am power, and I rule over you. Now I too am law. The child of the stars and the child of the earth become one. Soon, I too will be dead.
All for you, my last mistake, my only redemption, Rin.