Blood cascaded down Yomi’s back as she sat on her knees with ragged breath on top of one of the faceless statues. Her knees, bruised from the length of time spent on them, were of no importance to the woman as she looked to the sky in contemplation. Is that where Rei sat in all her glory and malevolence, with Michi and Ko at her side? Or was Yomi too lofty in her idea of where her Goddess held dominion? Perhaps she should be looking down for a better idea of where her power derived. She smirked and wondered if Michi was proud of her. To know she finally gathered enough strength to properly sanctify her own body in the eyes of their Goddess, Rei.
She was sure in that, if nothing else. Their loyalty and love knew no limits and her only regret in life was that she did not die with Michi and Ko. Her mission was too great, her mission was to important, to be with them now. She hoped that they would wait a little bit longer for her full ascension to Rei’s Great Table to partake in the feast, instead of being the one who provided the spread. The irony was not lost on Yomi that, as Rei’s chosen, she was the one called upon to suffer the most. Here she was stuck in the mortal realm, after long ago proving her worth. She was so sure of herself that she never thought that she would be deemed too worthy to be fully embraced by her Goddess. To the contrary, Yomi was so steadfast in her commitment to her Goddess that her Goddess could not, in good conscious, bring her to her side. Instead, she granted her more power in order to keep her bound to the earth for as long as necessary. Rei’s cruelty could never be questioned.
What was more, Rei had not come to Yomi in too long of a time. Here, in this great valley, bloodied and naked, she hoped that Rei would accept this holy tribute and come to her. She needed the guidance only Rei could provide her. Her prayers, it seemed, were not enough to hold Rei’s ear and so, she presented herself unbridled, in hopes that her Goddess would reveal some truths to her.
Yomi picked up her rod, the only thing besides her memories, of Michi, she had left. She clutched it firmly and continued her sanctification. The waterfall drowned out the wretched sound of flesh being willfully torn from the woman’s back.
Thwack….
Thwack….
Thwack….
New wounds formed where the old ones had tried to disappear. Wounds that were freshly opened became deeper, exposing her white meat which quickly turned a bright red. Tears streamed down her face, though she was far removed from the physical pain. She wept openly for her Goddess to speak to her once more, to give her a sign of something, anything, to help her along her journey.
Thwack…
Thwack…
Thwack…
She was sure in that, if nothing else. Their loyalty and love knew no limits and her only regret in life was that she did not die with Michi and Ko. Her mission was too great, her mission was to important, to be with them now. She hoped that they would wait a little bit longer for her full ascension to Rei’s Great Table to partake in the feast, instead of being the one who provided the spread. The irony was not lost on Yomi that, as Rei’s chosen, she was the one called upon to suffer the most. Here she was stuck in the mortal realm, after long ago proving her worth. She was so sure of herself that she never thought that she would be deemed too worthy to be fully embraced by her Goddess. To the contrary, Yomi was so steadfast in her commitment to her Goddess that her Goddess could not, in good conscious, bring her to her side. Instead, she granted her more power in order to keep her bound to the earth for as long as necessary. Rei’s cruelty could never be questioned.
What was more, Rei had not come to Yomi in too long of a time. Here, in this great valley, bloodied and naked, she hoped that Rei would accept this holy tribute and come to her. She needed the guidance only Rei could provide her. Her prayers, it seemed, were not enough to hold Rei’s ear and so, she presented herself unbridled, in hopes that her Goddess would reveal some truths to her.
Yomi picked up her rod, the only thing besides her memories, of Michi, she had left. She clutched it firmly and continued her sanctification. The waterfall drowned out the wretched sound of flesh being willfully torn from the woman’s back.
Thwack….
Thwack….
Thwack….
New wounds formed where the old ones had tried to disappear. Wounds that were freshly opened became deeper, exposing her white meat which quickly turned a bright red. Tears streamed down her face, though she was far removed from the physical pain. She wept openly for her Goddess to speak to her once more, to give her a sign of something, anything, to help her along her journey.
Thwack…
Thwack…
Thwack…