Actually, I beg to differ. I grew up in the care of a shrinekeeper, whose shrine was dedicated to worship of the union of Tsukuyomi-no-mikoto and Amaterasu Omikami. I grew up hearing tales of your greatness. That is, at least in part, why I'm here. I wanted to see the truth, for myself. I must admit... You've been a bit of a disappointment, so far.

[Soma puts away the ofuda, and folds his arms, giving the fox-deity a look.]

The other reason is that, because of what I am, I am drawn to the night. My forebears may have made war on their God, but I have no intention of making this a fight... unless you do so, yourself. I would be quite happy to see you, through grace and elegance, assume your rightful place. The moon is beauty, grace, and mystery, not wanton bloodshed.