There was once a spirit by the name of “Chaos”.
As for how or why that was their name, they could only recall the lower face of a human man named Noah. As well as the sweet warmth that came with that memory.
Chaos was a quiet spirit, with no friends to speak of. He was powerful yes, but he had a creepy air to him that distanced the other spirits.
Eventually he grew tired of his lonely, colorless life. So, he split himself into two halves.
Izanagi and Izanami.
Though split, the two halves were almost inseparable. No matter what time of day, you could find them dancing, playing and just enjoying the wonders of the world. The two simply could think of anything else but each other. Even while going about their days, they couldn’t help but find each other at every turn.
As if they were bound by a red string of fate.
One day, the two found a red apple resting upon the short grass. It fell from a large and mysterious tree they could’ve sworn never existed.
Though confused as to how that tree came to be, they each took a bite.
Like a sudden wave collapsing upon a ship lost at sea, they were overwhelmed by a strange and unfamiliar urge. The urge to become one.
Like savage beasts, they yielded to that urge and permanently knotted their fates, resulting in the birth of a child.
They named him Shibo.
Shibo was a defective child -a real ogre to look at. With every action he took, only misfortune greeted him. Sometimes that misfortune was shared even to the people around him.
Yet they loved him all the same.
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With the birth of their new son, the three of them enjoyed all the wonders their world had to offer. They danced in the rain, played in the fields, and trained in the mountains.
Life just felt… right.
Then… misfortune struck.
Izanagi and Izanami stared at his corpse with an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
No sadness, no anger, not even frustration. Just… nothing. Truly an indescribable feeling.
That’s when they realized… They never actually loved that child.
What they loved was how close he brought them.
But that just didn’t sit right with Izanami.
Feeling guilty she took her own life, hoping to meet the child in death. When she met him in heaven, she begged with all her soul for forgiveness.
He said as such:
“It’s all right mommy. Because with my whole heart, I still loved you.”
Then. For the first time. Izanami began to cry. She wept for a child she never loved.
She cried so much that she created a river connecting back to the human realm. Then she used the remainder of her power to invoke a gift onto the child’s soul.
-I refuse to die and let it all end here–
After that, a miracle happened.
The boy who was dead and wandering the infinite plain of heaven, was sent back to the spirit realm in a new and vigorous body.
“Mother… aren’t you coming with me?” The boy asked.
“No Sibo. I will stay and atone for my actions. You must tell your father that I will not be coming back.”
With his mother’s last words echoing around his mind, he sought after his father.
But Izanagi was not pleased to hear the news. He yelled:
“This. TH-THIS IS…IS YOUR FAULT!! IF YOU HADN’T BEEN BORN, SHE’D STILL BE HERE!!”
And so, he beat the boy for what seemed to be a century or so and then he banished him to the human realm.
Then he too started crying. His eyes swelled up from the pain of losing his other half and for the first time, he shed a tear from each eye and sniffled his nose; creating three new Spirits:
-Amaterasu (his left tear)
-Tsukuyomi (His right tear)
-Susanoo (The snot leaking from his nose).
After that, he barricaded himself in a separate dimension and spent the rest of his days waiting for his lover’s return.