'From the Gods, Down to Man: Belief is the Key, Faith Will Set You Free'<br/><br/>It was, indeed, one of the nicest days, that one could have ever experienced. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. The sun was out, there was delicate breeze making it's way around the area. The sky up above was a clear blue, the only clouds that could be seen were white and fluffy, not a dark spot to be seen anywhere. But unfortunately, for some, those days could not be enjoyed to the fullest. Students, and those who worked, were stuck inside. But, there were some who were a bit more...let's say...blessed by the gods, to have the 'lucky fortune' to be able to savor this fine day.<br/><br/>A small hill, on the outskirts of downtown Kyoto, more out in the country area really, could be found. A long staircase, topped by a rather faded looking Torii, led to a small shrine. This particular hill was shrouded with trees and other shrubbery. The shrine on this hill was old and worn, and it seemed as if no one even came there any more, and yet, everything seemed to be in order. It was clean, but very old. Despite that fact, it was a peaceful place, and unnervingly quiet, as if some unearthly presence shooed away all whispers of any sound at all.<br/><br/>But if one looked enough, strained their eyes, they could make out, on top of the roof of the main Honden, a figure could be seen, laying out on the tiles, enjoying the rays of sun that reached where they were relaxing. Their arms placed behind their heads, and, from the look of it, they were fast asleep. But recently, it wasn't unusual, to the residents of the area, for this particular person to go up those stairs everyday, and disappear into the shrine for the whole day, and sometimes not even leave until many days have passed. It was just a thing that they had gotten used to.<br/><br/>A soft sigh escapes his lips, and he smiles in his sleep. The young man was quite enchanting to look at, with perfect skin, strange tiger like markings, and beautiful hair, of both ebony black and silvery white. He had long, black and white eyelashes, and a slender, cat like build, muscular, but compact. He was wearing an all black kimono that day, and no sandals. Usually he wore a different outfit, but it seemed that day he wanted to be simple. Little known to him, his cat nap was about to end quite soon, due to certain events about to take place, ones that he had no control over.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a group of teenagers were huddled at the base of the many shrine steps at the bottom of the hill, laughing among themselves, daring each other to go up the stairs and see just who this stranger was. Because from the rumors they had heard, he was either a ghost, or some other creature not of this world. That or just some weirdo who liked hanging out at dilapidated old shrines. Eventually, one male gets picked, and the others laugh. Seeing as it was the one who, out of all of them, didn't believe at all in the 'otherworldly' or 'spiritual' side of things. "Go on!" One says. "You know what to do. Try seeing if he's real or not!"<br/><br/>Little did they know a change was going to happen. Little did they know that the entire world was about to get turned upside down and inside out. Little did they know that god actually existed, and one such deity was about to land smack dab in the middle of the world that they know. And up in the shrine, Byakko himself could sense the change in the air, opening his eyes and sitting up on the roof, he turns his head left, then right; looking around, sensing the shift in the air already. 'What...is going on?" He murmurs, eyes turning to the skies, which were starting to cloud over, light dimming away to a pale and eerie semi darkness. It seemed a storm was coming, and it wasn't a natural caused one either. He knew things as such, which hadn't happened for eons, this was a storm caused by a rift when the two worlds between gods and human merged. See, the two worlds were mirror images of each other, or like a coin. There was the side of the gods, and then reflected on that was the world of the humans. Both were the same world, and yet they were separate too, since the two did not physically touch, but more spiritually were connected. But there were rare times when a rift was opened so that a god or such deity could descend upon the world of the humans, and in reaction to this storms of a large scale often took place. Byakko couldn't help but wonder what was going on.