Title: Adaptation
Author: Priestess Skye
Genre: General/Intropsective
Word count: 250
Rating: G
Warnings: None
AU/Canon: Canon
Written for IyIssekiwa
Theme: Change
A divine right to rule, he mused. It made sense to him that humans believed the right to rule was based on the will of the kamis. After all, when had they ever done anything the right way? The only way to true success was to work toward it, developing your own power, earning your own respect.
Scoffing at them, he walked away.
Humans, much to his detriment, had the ability to surprise him time and time again. Their measly farm tools stood no chance against the steel of the blades, or the guns facing against them, but they stood tall, watching their own blood spill to the ground. The sight stirred something in him, a sense of admiration.
Scoffing at that, he walked away.
"Foolishness."
Unimpressed, he looked at the street below him. Children skipping along with their parents buying bread and meaningless little trinkets. In many ways his old life was gone. No longer did he need to build his strength, to build his power to conquer, to become supreme. Humans had moved past this.
In the age of consumerism it didn't matter who held power over the country. This power had become worthless, forcing him to adapt to a society that was ruled by the dollar bill. Five hundred years ago he'd be called a coward if he had tried to make this change.
Now he was just a survivor.
Turning to the occupants in the boardroom, he took his seat at the head of the table.