Razor clicked his tongue as memories and stories came to him slowly. It was like rewatching an old tale. One he had partially tried to forget and one he could recall only faint whispers of a memory. It was funny in a way. The memories were dark, but some more clear then others. He had been so young. Sometimes the age of his child, sometimes older, or even younger. Those times much like the memories were dark, and he partially wondered if it would have been better if it had indeed been in black and white to avoid all the red he saw.
"I remember the Oracle well, but the house I do not. She was a firey being. She was the one who picked the current location of our patron's shrine as a matter of fact. It was her home. Her name was Kouki." A chuckle came then. "Yes I know that is a man's name normally, but if she was alive, I'd dare you to tell her that. She was very quick to temper."
She almost was in his view.... He could see her through his small child eyes, a bit smaller then Vion, standing against a tree as if they were back all those years ago. He could remember her firey red hair, and bright almost glowing green slitted eyes. She was just as feral as ever. Oh the power that rolled off her... it was... intoxicating. There was no question at all why so many people followed her and became demons. "The Oracle of that time lived until I was a bit bigger then you...and then..she died... I don't remember how now, but after she died, it seemed the war became much more aggressive and Oracles became harder to keep. She was our leader during that time. We were all united behind her. I don't think demons have ever been so close as they were then. We trusted her... I don't know if we'll ever see that again." He looked down at the boy. "Power speaks my son, and she.... she was power and she knew it. The way she talked, walked...and even held herself. I remember at your age I looked up to that. It was hard not to."
And so many others did as well. Her stubbornness, and willing to go where no one had gone before. "She helped to show us... how to break free... We are what we are because of something she helped to make. Some think she was a demi-god, others think she was the perfect oracle.. and no one knows for sure. But no demon will disagree that Kouki was one of the best to ever walk these grounds."
"I remember the Oracle well, but the house I do not. She was a firey being. She was the one who picked the current location of our patron's shrine as a matter of fact. It was her home. Her name was Kouki." A chuckle came then. "Yes I know that is a man's name normally, but if she was alive, I'd dare you to tell her that. She was very quick to temper."
She almost was in his view.... He could see her through his small child eyes, a bit smaller then Vion, standing against a tree as if they were back all those years ago. He could remember her firey red hair, and bright almost glowing green slitted eyes. She was just as feral as ever. Oh the power that rolled off her... it was... intoxicating. There was no question at all why so many people followed her and became demons. "The Oracle of that time lived until I was a bit bigger then you...and then..she died... I don't remember how now, but after she died, it seemed the war became much more aggressive and Oracles became harder to keep. She was our leader during that time. We were all united behind her. I don't think demons have ever been so close as they were then. We trusted her... I don't know if we'll ever see that again." He looked down at the boy. "Power speaks my son, and she.... she was power and she knew it. The way she talked, walked...and even held herself. I remember at your age I looked up to that. It was hard not to."
And so many others did as well. Her stubbornness, and willing to go where no one had gone before. "She helped to show us... how to break free... We are what we are because of something she helped to make. Some think she was a demi-god, others think she was the perfect oracle.. and no one knows for sure. But no demon will disagree that Kouki was one of the best to ever walk these grounds."
