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₊˚.༄ God Complex PROLOGUE: ( genesis. )
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"we always tear our gods to bits, and eat the bits we like."
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The beginning and the end, a cynical cycle Rika Seira knew all too well. Beginnings always came with jubilee: smiles as bright as morning birth, hugging the fresh start like a summers breeze, and songs of praise dowsing the new tale as if it were a hero returning from war. Yet, you can not have beginnings without ends, you can't have happiness without sadness, you can't have good without evil, and you can't have sunshine without rain.
Rika Seira had found herself at the end of her beginning, but such an end came with commemoration and anticipation. Seira had been waiting her whole life for the end of her wretched beginning, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but smile as if god had finally delivered upon a promise he vowed to keep.
Seira hadn't always been in the position she found herself in. Songs of her name use to follow her like a shadow ready to strike for her heals, just waiting to take her very soul to the depths of Hell. Now, she was simply a ghost, one that sang hymns of other great heroes that had long since passed to time, and such songs left her gripping at crucifixes and kneeling to a higher power that had long since abandoned this earthly plain.
