Something was wrong in the streets of Adeluna. Presently he had been making his way across the realm to visit the docking points of Dalanesca’s new domain. Just as he’d feared on the night when he’d first gone to speak with her, people were rushing to them. Immortality didn’t suit mortals, and he watched on with sad eyes and pity. A great healer, even he could not undo many of the things that Dalanesca had done. The psyche was harder to mend than a bone, but there had been a few souls he’d led to the entrances that still dotted the lands: shimmering pools of light, outlined in black tourmaline that would take anyone to the doors of Suisho no Kyuden.
His two elementals certainly would have their hands full, but at least he’d be able to return home shortly. In truth, he didn’t like being far away from his wife for this long, but at least she was safe…No one could reach her, and that was the only reason he’d stayed gone for as long as he had when finished with his -now counterpart- fellow deity.
A confident voice broke through the streets and his eyebrows furrowed. Torinasu hummed at his side, but as he walked in the direction that others were going, he realized that the hum grew to a buzz, and then to a near painful pulse. This wasn’t good, and the negativity was so thick in the air that his blade was drinking it up too quickly. Eagerly even, and there was no foe to release that much power out on. At least he’d have a strong blast should he need it.
He rose the hood of his dark brown hooded jacket and pulled it lower over his eyes to hide their constant glow. His telltale white markings were hidden under clothing, but even then, some of their light could peek from under the edges of his sleeves. When he made it to the edge of a building he stopped, using his other sight to see this person standing on a crate further down the street. His lips parted and his heart pounded as he listened. It shouldn’t have come as this great of a surprise that someone would try and take advantage of a panicked situation, but more than that it was what this speaker was: a demon.
His heart skipped a beat. Whatever memories his now godly blood still had of his demonic heritage rang loudly. Jaw locking, he slowly wove his way through the growing sea of people, all the while he kept his focus on this person. He could easily see how the things he said could mislead others. The saddest part was he wasn’t telling complete lies…it was a very conflicting feeling to realize that.
Finally he could take it no longer, and despite the shouts of desperate cheer, his voice amplified over all of them, “Stop!!” With it, a blast of light shot out from him to spread like a crashing wave throughout the crowd; climbing up the walls of buildings so that for a brief moment the surrounding streets were awash in near blinding white. He pulled the hood from his head, letting it drop down as he locked eyes with this manipulative creature. His usually emerald hued eyes were completely white, their glow as startling as the markings on his body that even his clothing could no longer hide.
“At what could be considered one of the most dangerous times in our modern history, you have the audacity to spread panic.” His anger was building, his usual calm resolve fading away…but when you had a pregnant wife whose unborn children were at risk, you tended to slip in your usual graces. While one of the newest deities to the conclave, Naota was still quickly recognized by some souls in the crowd.
He stopped at the base of the crate, half lidded eyes staring upwards at the demon man, trying not to let his previously spoken words run rampant in his head or boil his blood. No, his focus didn’t need to remain on him. Dozens of pairs of eyes were on the both of them, and he turned to face them all, “I will not tell you that Dalanesca and The Mother will finish their dispute quickly,” he paused, his eyes slowly moving along the disbelieving faces, “but what I can tell you, is that the beliefs of this man are not going to help the situation!”
For a brief moment, his eyes saddened, but he tipped his chin up despite it, “He is right, this is a time where we all need to come together. But not in war! Your loved ones that have been given prolonged life will die. Cherish them for the extra time you’ve been given.” He swallowed down, “I have also visited Dalanesca…and I can tell you this, you are not alone.” Without thought, his fingers moved to the hilt of Torinasu, comforted by its familiar bond,
“Mortals are not the playthings of gods, and gods are not untouchable! We also suffer from this feud, and no good can come from violence. Please…if you are afraid, seek shelter, have faith,” His eyes weakened more, for even in speaking he didn’t feel the negativity lessen…it shifted some, from anger to sadness, but there were still enough dangerous spikes of rage that he wasn’t happy. “Suisho no Kyuden has always been an opened sanctuary. For those that wish to remain peaceful, I beseech you to come…”
He slowly looked over his shoulder, narrowed eyes aiming at the one person here who had caused all of this discord in the first place, “The madness has leaked far enough, we don’t need to be losing our heads…I ask you to please stop.” It was the only time he would ask.