Ch.2 – Anger Management
Nakago blinked slowly, only faintly remembering having found the priestess of Seiryuu and having her summon the God of Kuto. Everything else that had once been was erased. He looked around the lightless throne room and could only sense the other Seiryuu warriors with him. A pair of glowing red eyes stared back at them from the alter. /why have you summoned me/ A surprisingly soft voice echoed off the walls.
"…Oh great and powerful God, Seiryuu, we are at war and ask for your help." Nakago finally speaks up, going down on his knees to bow. "We are at war with three other nations and are overwhelmed."
/the answer is easy. Make peace./
"But you are the mighty and powerful! They should all fear you!"
/they do fear me. I'm a god. But I will not use my power to hurt when there is an easier way. Spare you men their lives./
"Kuto should be the center of the world!"
/you are blind./
"I am not!" Nakago manipulates his chi to bring bright torches from outside, instantly lighting up the room. Everyone is shocked to find the dragon-god sitting on her altar. "…You're a female…" He couldn't believe it. He had always been told that Seiryuu was a male. But there in front of him sat a beautiful woman. Her skin couldn't been called the perfect tan if it wasn't an ice-blue. Floor-length celestial robes hugged her perfect form. Her delicate hands held small claw-like nails at the end of her fingers. Her long black hair was half-pinned up while the other half seemed to end around her waist. Her feet were claw-like and webbed. Her ears stuck out of her hair with a look of webbed fins. A tail flicked behind her with a webbed, fin-like end to it. Her glowing red eyes reguarded him with anger.
/I did not come to be insulted./
"…We all believed Seiryuu to be male."
/I did not expect to see you either but at least I wouldn't call on a god without good reason/
"You're supposed to smite all that oppose us!"
/I did not come here to bathe in the blood of the innocent. Your hatred has grown too much. All of you have been corrupted in some form. Do not come back until you can show me something that is truly you/
"You must do something about the war!"
/you do not order around a god/ The room shakes violently, knocking them all to the floor. /I will not be treated with such disrespect./