Whoo, back again! Higurashi Month 2019, because it has become one of my lowkey life goals to keep perpetuating this until it becomes a proper tradition for all three-and-a-half people in this graveyard of a fandom. And then keep doing it anyways, because tradition. If you wish to check out the prompt list, its on my tumblr page under the same username.
June 23rd, 2019
Death reigned in Hinamizawa.
It was only to be expected, of course. The fools had ignored their legends and their history, the tales of Onigafuchi, and now the rage of a god descended upon them, wreaking hideous vengeance for the disrespect shown to its emissary.
Miyo Takano chuckled darkly as she sat in the command vehicle of the Wild Dogs, idly stirring her fingers to the strains of music she remembered from the few times Hifumi Takano had spared a moment from his research to take himself and his granddaughter to the tiny Catholic church near his home. She remembered how dolorous and imposing the strains of Christian hymns had been to her childhood self, so resonant and powerful within the small walls of the church.
She could almost hear them now, heralding the birth of a new god.
Man created gods, placed them on pedestals, out of fear. A god who was not feared would not be worshipped, and gods became reality through pain, through the curses they manifested upon their disloyal followers. With her own hands, she had shaped and manifested a curse as fine as any of the days of old, as destructive and all-encompassing any of the Plagues of Egypt. With her own hands, she tore out the life of a pretender to her divine throne, a false prophet, and left her body out for her followers to discover, to see the destruction of their ruined idol and know, had they the wit to see it, that their own destruction was soon to follow.
"Platoon One to HQ. Purge complete. Four escapees have been shot."
"Platoon Two to HQ. Purge complete. No escapees."
"Platoon Three to HQ. Currently taking care of about a dozen escapees."
"Platoon Four to HQ. Purge complete. No escapees."
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"Platoon Three to HQ. Thirteen escapees, all confirmed dead. Purge complete."
The crackles of the radio only brought her more power, built her pedestal higher, and what did she care, if the men in the command vehicle all turned their faces away and wasted their breath on regrets and guilt for the 2,000 dead, looked at her as though she were mad? To curse and to be feared was to hold the strings of godhood between her slender fingers. Gods were on a different level than humans, so how could they possibly understand her?
"What will you leave behind when you die?" she laughed at her inquirer's startled, stupid-looking face. "When your flesh has rotted or burned away and your bones have been crushed into sand, what will you have left behind?"
Power surged through her veins, and she swept her arms wildly as she spoke.
"I have left behind a curse! People will fear the curse, history will tell of the curse, and I will be remembered through all eternity! I have finally reached the realm of godhood! Worship me! Sing my praises! Fear me! I am Oyashiro-sama!"
AN: Takano actually does have some frame of reference to Christianity –I don't know how much, but Hifumi Takano talked to her about the resurrection of Jesus Christ at Easter being largely symbolic (thus laying the seed for her own mad quest to memorialize both herself and him as gods), and she even quotes Matthews (I think) in the manga at the end of Massacre, and mentions the Four Horsemen in the anime at the same time. So like, she does have some sort of knowledge of it. It's probably not a stretch to say that Hifumi may have been a Christian of some sort.
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