WANDERER // YATO

My father once told me that gods were born from wishes. He said that without those last minute miracles, those leaps of faith they would not exist. The human mind is a powerful thing, and with all its despair and anguish and need, he said it had the ability to conjure up anything. Even things you did not think could exist; the impossible.

But I’m not a fool; I base my entire existence off of simple principles. To be remembered you have to be in people’s minds. To be in a person’s mind they need to know your name, they need to know why you are important. Otherwise they will forget you. And that is something I cannot bare. It is my biggest fear, because being forgotten means you cease to exist.

Being forgotten wasn’t something I could bare, not when my father, sister and Kofuku and Bishamon the other ones that proclaimed themselves as ‘gods’. We were gods in our own minds, Kofuku the goddess of poverty, she had her way of scamming everyone she met, with charm and smiles. She was also the girl I got money from when I needed it, she was my girlfriend in title, but no more.

Then there was Bishamon, the goddess of war. She was the greatest fighter out there and also the biggest bitch I knew. Well, er, second greatest fighter to me. She ahd this vendetta, she was always trying to kill me, because I killer her entire family. Even though she knows I did it to save her life she thinks that just because their blood was on my hands and she wasn't dead it was somehow all my fault. Her family had been intent on assassinating her, wanting the power she possessed as their own. So they tried to claim it by setting up an ambush, where they'd end her life and take all her riches and spoils. For a wanderer she was certainly rich.

Kazuma (her lead regalia (regalia being like her lead fighter, helper kind of), the dude in the same position as Yukine) and I both know what actually happened. Her 'family' tried to kill her, so Kazuma came to me pleading for me to kill them before they killed her. So I did. I did so because I wanted to. n expert wielder of the katana, I knew how to take a life with ease. And even when the numbers were against me I could fight through it all. And i could kill mercilessly. Even when Bishamon pleaded with me not to kill them, because they were her children, I still slaughtered them. It felt good.

I am was the god of calamity. Death, destruction and chaos follow me everywhere I go.

I’d like to believe I was a god, I truly want to be one, and it is why I pick up every job I get given, whether it be cleaning, finding a lost pet or stopping someone from killing themselves. I work with Yukine to achieve these tasks. Yukine is never happy to come alone, he hates the way I speak to him, but he is truly my blessed friend and one of the only people who can put up with my attitude.

I found him one day strolling though the forest. I saved his life. Some stupid Capitol breed mutt was about to kill him, but I killed it and I don't know why, but the tribe he belonged to banished him, because apparently having an 'outsider' save your life was a horrible thing. Oh well, because now I have a partner and I'm honestly not so lonely anymore and I'm not fighting Bishamon by myself. So that's handy, she's such a bitch. Me, being the amazing samaritan I was, decided that I would take care of him. I gave him food and shelter and I trained him.

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