When people grimace at your inability to be decent, they and their gods know what is best for you.
And thus, they throw you to the wolves.
Sayowari is a land of outcasts and degenerates, with violent waves crashing along the endless sea. One can go mad when attempting to understand what they’ve done to end up here, whether they’ve committed heresy, violence against their community or simply acts considered “harrowingly bizarre. We are all mad here, in the land of discarded flesh and bone.
Our bodies distort as seconds, days, weeks, months, years and centuries pass. Like Theresa, we question whether we are still the same unscathed mortals that had initially washed up on the shores that day. We’ve been bent, twisted, and reformed beyond our control. Cursed to feel this immeasurable disgust of our grotesque anatomy.
So I, like many others, have found comfort in what can only be described as the lesser of two evils. You were either giving up your body to the goddess to be violated, or Kokabiel who gained the honoring title “Eden” having your body’s components be mended and replaced with cold metal and copper wiring, and that is if you were lucky enough to not end up as one of his pitiful servants. When Eden and the Goddess looked deep into the inners of “The Muses” they only saw potential for either doom or power, and they fought to gain that control they were so desperate for.
To both mortals and deities alike, with this prophecy in mind ,they were nothing but bags of meat with wombs of gold. It was solely a misfortune to even have known them, how foolish was I to even view them more than anything but a dozen sacrificial lambs. It was a large risk to my dignity and little power I had until the day came and the Star of Sayowari shone dazzlingly across the vast sea. Blazing with crimson shades, everything it touched was blessed with boils and the burning of their flesh. It was so beautiful, you had to be there to see it. You should’ve been there, you would’ve loved every second of it. And when I looked back at the black sea that is of the established empire “Yomigoku” that Kokabiel penetrated into its land, the left over memories of the Goddess that is the sounds of weeping, I felt indifferent to their cruelty, because all I felt was relief.