Chapter 63

“I had lived for far more than 1300 years at this point. It was at this point that I became truly tired of life. After some time you know everything. Each and everything that happens… had already happened before. Each person believing to be chosen ends up dying. Each fight ends up ending. Each book has already been written. Each dialogue has already been spoken. Each hallway has already been passed.

And thus, I became horribly bored of existence itself. I became so tired and tried to sleep. My body did not age, just like the ones of the Yokai. However, Yokai could end up dying. Up until this only happened due to accidents, as Yokai and humans were not yet enemies… And thus, I gave my best to die.

I slit my throat. I jumped from the highest high. I hung myself. I drowned myself. I burned myself. I chopped off my very own head…

But as you can see, I am still alive. I could not die.

And thus, I started a war between Yokai and humans. They should hate each other with a burning passion and think of nothing besides slaughtering the other. This was - of course - because I was neither. Humans would see me as a Yokai and Yokai would see me as human. And thus, just like this, I had become the enemy of the world itself. Each and every being would try to kill me when they saw me. I did not defend myself - after all, I wanted to die.

And yet, they did not succeed. I did not end up dying. I was classified by the humans as the very first SS-Rank Yokai and the Yokai saw me as the very man who reigned supreme over all of humanity. The only person who saw me as pathetic and utterly incompetent was myself. Which kind of creator can’t create a weapon able to kill themselves?

And thus, I understood. Even if I was unable to kill myself, the Protogoni would be able to.

And thus, I approached them. I told them of the blessing system. I told them everything they needed to know. Whereas the 5 who adored my previous part actively blessed people, hoping to ever achieve a creation as great as the Primordial Creator once more, Lady Death was different. She only would bless someone each 169 years. Time and time again I tried to use the Blessed of Lady Death herself to try and end my life… But none succeeded.

And that was when I truly understood it. That was when I truly understood just what conditions needed to be set: I took 13 years to be given a blessing by Lady Death. 169 is 13 times 13. The 13 constantly dominates everything that has a connectin to Lady Death. And thus, if I want to meet her again and sweetly die, I will have to make use of the 13 myself.

I shall be the 12. After all, does the I in Itu not look like a 1? And, more importantly, does the tu not sound like two? Is my name not fundamentally 12, for I shall be the 12th Blessed by Lady Death?

Thus, I prepared myself for the arrival of the 13. Of you.

Your name is Isuri. Doesn’t Suri sound awfully familiar to three if you speak it out loud in the traditional way? Is your name thus not 1 three - 13?

Now you must surely realize: There is Fate and you have been chosen by such Fate.

Phanes is currently gathering as much power as he possibly can. Phanes himself is the spiritual power of the Primordial Creator given form… He is only missing the part that is me. He was missing some Yokai, though he should now be in possession of Shuten-Doji's powers and thus be able to easily gather new ones. Thanks to you, Kida and Miss Cho, that is. Kida had truly been a useful tool… She had served her purpose and even went ahead and died on her own.”

He smiles.

The sick bastard smiles.

“Phanes will achieve everything until the only thing missing will be the blessing of Death. And this blessing he will achieve through killing me. The reason he is gathering power is to be able to slay me, who was cursed with immortality and eternal boredom. And if - for whatever reason there is - he will not be able to slay me… He shall slay you. And fulfill all of his power. And then, when he is no less than God… He can finally let me rest peacefully.

Do you have any more questions, dear 13?”

“What… the fuck is wrong with you?”

I cannot put my feelings into words.

Whatever the hell just happened confused me even more.

I do not understand what he said to me. That is: I did understand it. I did gather up all the words and I have understood just what happened… but I did not truly understand this person. I did not truly understand Itu: The corpse of the Primordial Creator.