Rushodan

Kiyoshi received the news, not taking it amazingly well. After the destruction of bedroom furniture he collapses into a heap, an absolute mess. This wasn't the way she was supposed to die. There was supposed to be CLOSURE. A better ending than THIS. The infernal court had been undone, the devils dealt with. So why didn't it all feel better. . .? Why wasn't he HAPPY yet?

Kiyoshi looks over the missive, large smile forming on his face. "You crazy ***** - you actually did it! I am so proud of you." He murmurs, feeling pride for the cursed child. Maybe there was a shred of good in her after all.

((We can consider it his journal - but it's mostly just to document a critical story moment for Ren ^~^. Thank you for the kind words!!))

Sermi’s Execution I had already lost so much by that day. My closest companion, Juniper, left me in the middle of Lurin after I made it clear that I couldn’t separate myself from my mother. I couldn’t hold her accountable for her deeds. Naya had left me after I repeatedly returned to Sermi in a hopeless attempt to save her soul. My actions achieved the opposite of what I wanted; they pushed her further down the path of darkness. The people of Kaethul didn’t trust me- they knew I walked in the shadow the cursed child left behind. I couldn’t exactly blame them for it either, seeing what she had done. I had hurt so many people in the foolish attempt to preserve my relationship with my mother. I always blamed the others for her actions, and lashed out at those who tried to tell me I was wrong. I had been burned, mauled, maimed and manipulated by the Infernal Court of my mother, yet I was unable to tear myself away from her. I still saw the caring, loving woman of years gone by that would have done anything to look after me. . .to keep me safe. Sermi requested a meeting with Atsuko - my Sensei and guardian. A brilliant yet troubled Oyashi-woman who tasked herself with guiding me to become a better version of myself, to follow the warrior’s path. I facilitated such a meeting, the three of us below our fortress home in Sakuragakure. I did not realize that this was planned to be my final trial. The proposed final step in becoming a Samurai. As Sermi and Atsuko spoke, The Yasu-Tori, Danzen entered behind and prevented her from leaving. It was made clear that I would have to make a final choice. Either I could kill Sermi and prove that I was on the path of light, or fail the samurai trials and ultimately fail my Sensei, Atsuko. My mother didn’t argue, dropping to her knees and lowering her head. I found tears forming in my eyes, even though I knew it was always going to end this way. I had hoped it would take centuries. . . or at least years, until I was in this position. But fate had decided enough was enough. The rasp of my sheath cut through the air as my sabres were drawn. . .and slowly I advanced upon my mother. The blades felt heavier with every step, with walking becoming harder by the second - as if I were wading through tar. I soon found myself standing before the devil; my eyes met hers. She knew what had to be done, and gave me her final words. Sermi understood why I was doing what I was doing - appearing content that at the very least she could hurt me no longer. My blades crossed before her neck, with every fiber of my being begging for this to be a simple test of some kind. Of there being an escape. Atsuko and Danzen awaited my actions from the corner, a soft re-assurance being provided. I apologized to my savior for what I was about to do. Even after everything she had done, I could only see my beautiful, kind and loving mother - not the monster within her skin. In less than a second, the nightmare was over. The blades drew together sharply, taking my guardian’s head to finally absolve my sins. Her lifeless body dropped to the ground with a soft thud and just like that - the devil was no more. The Queen of Haense was avenged, the Samurai trials were completed, and the Inferi finally being pushed back, if only an inch. A wave of emotion raged within me as the weight of my actions sat heavily on my heart. I gazed down upon her body as the others looked on, tears streaming down my face. The curious yet fearful Fox Kyrell embodied was finally permitted to rest. In its place awakened the Inu, Ren, protector of people. It would be a long, difficult and painful path ahead - time would only tell if it was all worth it. (This is a POV post, not a missive. Please do not take this information as IC)

The Yosei dips his head softly at the missive, before offering a slightly sarcastic frown. "Where is my special mention. . . I fought too. . ." He looks to Juniper, unable to keep a serious expression on his face for long. @Cheese

A Frozen Waywatcher clad in ice-blue firs stood on the battlements, loosing another arrow on the assailants. He noticed the druii fall and offered a light shake of his head. "War druii - Isn't that an oxymoron?" He muttered, a fleeting thought. The archer swiftly moved on and directed another volley of arrows towards a different target. . .

Ren had no idea what this was but it made his ears feel good. Nice work Oro Oro.

An elf sits in a prison cell, blood staining his uniform. He is informed of the queen's death after it happens and whilst the news was upsetting, he cannot help but feel a soft spot of pride for his kin. It was wrong, but they had accomplished much. . . "Another beautiful soul lost to the Inferi." He mutters, curling back into the little ball that provided some level of warmth and comfort.

Kyrell glances over the missive with a raised eyebrow, slow breath leaving his lips. "Did. . .Jenny lose control of the rock? Is she okay?" He ponders, before finally offering: "I'm sure everything will be fine, my kin among the blossoms know what they are doing."