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How is this...

[You know? Being told he was being banished for a few hundred years, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He really expected to be... dead. Really dead. Painfully dead. Or tortured. And dead.

Some combination of the two.

He supposed, grimly, that the Charred Council had just assumed he'd merely been tricked by Abaddon into allowing the End Times to begin early. That the captain of the Hellgaurd had already fallen before this point and the Well Watcher had just been deceived.

He'd say he wasn't that gullible but...

In any case.

This wasn't... what he had expected to see. This wasn't the wasteland he was so sure he'd be thrown into. No desert crafted from the ashes of the dead, no burning city, no massive cemetery.

It was... it was alive, he could scarcely believe it. He'd almost thought perhaps that the hologram in the cave had just been some forgotten technology, there was no way this could happen and yet-

The phone.

Well he'd be a pretty crummy lover of humans if he didn't know what a cell phone was. He really didn't have to ponder too much on how to use it either. Wings awkwardly shifting and fluffing in confusion and silent, frantic hope, he pulled out the device.

He had to see something. He had to know. Standing outside the caves, he evened his voice, prepared his expectations and...]

... Is there anyone else here?

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[Well there's a lot of reasons, let him pick one that doesn't sound utterly self loathing. Just a moment.]

I enjoy the topic, and I usually pride myself on my ability to engage in philosophy.

I'm rather upset that I cannot indulge in it with you.

Well, I don't plan to go anywhere. Plenty of time!

[ He practically sparkles. ]

I tend the shrine in Genessia City.

[.. Oh. That's... very nice, actually. What a lovely smile.]

There is a shrine here?

[It may not have been made for a being like him, but a holy site was still a holy site.]

If it would not trouble you, would you mind if I paid it a visit?

[ Koumyou has no idea who or what it was made for. It's taken on some asian / Buddhist flavor since he started looking after it, of course. But it's kinda... generic, over all.

Which suits a Buddhist just fine. ]

Well, isn't that what it's here for?

It is.

But I would still hate to appear unannounced.

[Being polite is important okay.]

Where is it?

[ Koumyou just sends directions because fff his player doesn't remember shit. ]

[OH GOOD.

In a matter of fucking seconds, in a brilliant flash of light, there is Azrael, settling before the shrine.

He really only touches the ground for about... a second.

Then he just sort of lifts off again to comfortably float.

As it has been since he arrived here, he seems taken with the appearance of it, quite happy to drift about the perimeter and appreciate it quietly.]

[ There's trees here, too. One out front has a great number of tiny bits of paper tied into its branches, most drooping and falling apart from the weather. Out back, there's more trees, and here Koumyou's standing, leaning back against one trunk, blowing smoke rings up into the sky.

As one does. ]

That was speedy.

Teleportation is not as difficult as one might imagine.

[Ah, there he was. He'd never smoke, but he still found it quite fascinating, if not somewhat relaxing, to watch the blowing of those rings.]

No? I suppose it isn't.

[ He knows for a fact Ukoku uses the trick regularly, if by simply negating the space he wants to occupy at the time. Existence abhors a vacuum, and all that.

The priest blows another ring up at the sky. Nearby, two strange cats bat at each other. One's technically a demon, and one's just... weird.

And, of course, there's the sutra just sitting as serene as could be on his shoulders. ]

[Interesting answer.

Then again.

Buddhist.

The cats are only regarded for a moment, it's the sutra that draws his attention, the angel's head tilting just a little.

... There was a lot of holy magic in there. A stupidly large amount of it, actually. Abaddon would be yelling something terrible, seeing a human wearing a relic of that power like a shawl.

It just piqued Azrael's curiosity though. It wasn't exactly the same as his own power but-]

May I ask, what is it that you wear on your shoulders?

[He gestured at the sutra pointedly]

I've only felt things like it within Heaven's archives.

[ Yeah well Abaddon could fucking fight him. Killing's the only way to get a Sutra away from its guardian Sanzo, anyway. Even Ukoku, who eschewed all other aspects of his station, guarded his Sutra.

And any other Sanzo here would probably play dumb or just tell Azael that it's none of his business.

Koumyou, though? Former guardian of two of these things? Have another calm-ass smoke ring.

He knows he's got this. ]

I'm not surprised, since that's where it's from. It's the Seiten Sutra. One of the Founding Scriptures of Heaven and Earth, or the 'Sutras from the Dawn of Time', depending on your translation.

I see...

[An eastern piece of divinity. In the end, on the earth he left, all such things were interwoven. As far as Azrael was concerned there really was no 'right' or 'wrong religion.

He had no reason to believe Koumyou wasn't carrying the real thing on any level]

How did you come into the possession of it? What is it doing outside of heaven?

I inherited it from my predecessor, like we all do.

[ Duh. Koumyou took a final draw from his pipe, then flipped it over in his hand and flicked the hot ash out of the little bowl, blowing a final smoke ring up into the sky as he did so. All elegance, somehow.

It didn't hold much tobacco in one go, that was all. He tucked it back into one of his long white sleeves. ]

'Long ago, Shakyamuni Tathagata spread forth a sutra across the heavens, from which was born existence and void, light and dark. The earth was created thence, where life and death came to be. Shakyamuni tore apart the sutra into five pieces and entrusted its fate into the hands of the people Below.'

[ Have a cheesy grin after the end of that quote. ]

That's what they say, anyway!

[ And every word is true. ]

[So it was just passed down from priest to priest? Well that wasn't so unusual, a very common practice with holy artifacts, he'd found.

The story wasn't so strange either, it all sound pretty in line with the usual creation stories. Nothing weird here.

Other than the fact that a human is wearing a holy artifact that can destroy a city like a fucking pancho. No really, Abaddon would shit a brick.]

How long have you carried this artifact with you?

[Something like that was a prime target to be stolen, either by other humans or by far more powerful, supernatural beasts. If Koumyou had that sutra for any large length of time, it'd be a good indication that he probably fucking knew how to use it.]

A long time.

[ There's something about that smile, and those squinty brown eyes...

A twitch of a thought would have the Sutra decimating the whole city, to be certain. It's not Nothingness like Ukoku's Sutra, but the Sun is still pretty good for wrecking some shit. ]

I used to guard two of them! But now my son has the other one. We try to keep them at least a little separate.

[ Having all five in one room would probably end existence, so. ]

[A long time was different depending on who you spoke to.

But then, Azrael had insisted he was in no state of mind to have conversations of a more philosophical nature, didn't he?]

What happens if they are brought together?

Well, three can be in one spot without a problem, though that's without activating any of them.

[ Koumyou tucked his hands into his opposite sleeves, as serene as the moon. ]

Waking more than one in the same area? We don't know for sure. I never woke both of mine up to find out.

All five? I suppose we can only assume the end of existence. Or maybe the start of another...

[ Is there much difference between the two? Buddhist. ]

I suppose that's an experiment best not tested.

[He's fascinated of course, but he's in no hurry to either end or restart reality.

This would have to remain in the realm of imagination.]

How many of these sutras reside here?

[ Koumyou smiles that squinty smile of his. He has a good idea of what Ukoku is trying to do, dragging all of the sutras to India like he is. 'Eat or be eaten', indeed.

What a boring man, that raven is. ]

Three.

[ There's no point in being evasive, the guy can clearly sense the power in them and Genessia's a small world. ]

[Indeed, give him time, he'd have located all three of them on his own.

At the very least he had no interest in taking them. Why would he? He had power of his own, and he never hungered for more.

Understanding them though...]

... I apologize if it is too bold, or offensive to ask.

May I see you demonstrate its power?

[ The lack of trying to take it is pretty novel, really. Koumyou's fairly free with the information mostly as a dare against anyone who's asking. ]

That's not the sort of thing we usually engage in...

[ But Koumyou's never been a usual Sanzo. Not that there really is such a thing. ]

How much would you want to see?

[ Full range? Not gonna happen. Koumyou quite likes this little world that's given him more time with his son, thanks!

But if he just wants to see it stir a bit in its sleep? Maaaybe. ]

I do not require much.

I am not sure what toll it may take on you, if it does at all. Whatever can be done at its most minor level that demonstrates its main functions.

You are familiar with the principles of yin and yang?

[ Dude seemed familiar enough with a lot of things, but it bore asking the question. ]

I am.

[Very much so, in another set of words perhaps, but the idea was ever the same]

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