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Title: Tear
Rating: PG
Sulfur-laced wind extinguished multiple banks of candles as sky-blue eyes snapped open out of their meditation.
Silver hair fell in crystal sheets as the monk stood and moved toward the open shoji doors. He looked toward the miasma-infused cloud hovering over Tokyo-proper and felt his eyes grow warm when he turned to make his way to the temple's store room.
The shakujo's rings jangled a familiar warning when the corrupted light illuminated the staff.
A gauze-clad arm reached for the talisman, warm in his hand and barely alluding to the power hidden within.
He ignored the tear running down his face as he donned the blue robes that he had only hoped to never don again. They would serve as a means to discern him from the enemy that he had sealed away centuries ago.
He knew what the future held for him, seeking the bearers of the Yoroi to seal Arago again and forever.
Another tear fell when he looked back toward the city, hearing all but seven voices extinguished.
For all of these centuries maintaining watch over the city. For this moment, Kaos knew that he should have steeled himself for this moment. He should be honored to fight such a power, to seal such a power, despite whatever outcome for the second time.
A final tear fell, wiped away as the ancient donned a cone-shaped head covering.
He didn't want to die.