KAMISAMA HAJIMEMASHITA
A/N: Kamisama Hajimemashita belongs to Julietta Suzuki.
CHAPTER II: THE CROW
And so, they call me a Fallen Angel…
Selfish. Proud. Vengeful. Sly. That was how I used to be before I decided to run away from home. Well, I didn't change much, actually, when I dwell in the human world.
I lived a carefree life. No expectations, no pressure, no trivialities and so different from where I came from. Humans are so easy to manipulate. Appearance is the only thing they care about. For 16 years I observed them. It didn't take long for me to learn their ways. Adapting to change is one of my strengths. Thus, using their weakness and exploiting their inferiority amuses me. They were at my beck and call. Simple-minded beings.
That was what I think of humans... until she came. Willful and headstrong yet compassionate and honest, the substitute land god shattered my image of humans in a matter of seconds. How did I come to know her? I wanted power… and I caught sight of it stamped in the forehead of that puny human girl. She was marked by a god making her the protector of a shrine. I had planned on taking over that shrine and be the god, myself, if not for that sneaky fox familiar. I devised plans to realize that goal yet somewhere along the way, I had been given something I thought I would never possess.
A human heart.
If it was the work of the substitute land god or the effect of my stay in the human world which was long overdue, no one knows. But that heart would beat every time she would ask my help, rendering me helpless to her pleas. It was so overpowering that even my dislike towards that fox seem to be a matter of little importance. That same heart would prevent my vengeful self from hurting a helpless girl when her land god powers were stripped from her. The resistance and furious hammering of it during the time when I wanted to destroy the feeble familiar annoyed me to no end. Maybe this was the price that I had to pay when I left my kinsmen. I had fallen deep in a pit that I, myself, had created. If it was a torture to fall, I can no longer fathom how it is to climb my way up again.
Then I realized, I still have my wings.
