"Get up. Ama-chan must be going through the Samsara Cycle!" Hakai told himself with sadness in his tone. "The samsara is the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. The Wheel of Life where all beings of all types must go through this cycle, gods included, for it was placed into motion since the beginning. Being of lesser means, such as humans, all choose their religions, gods, and morals to follow. They follow them with their hearts, believe in them through faith, and resurrect into their kingdoms with promises of eternal life and peace. However, higher beings, the gods, are not included in the cycle of happiness. They are doomed to repeat everything from the start when they fail, with new memories and morals they must retry with a clean sheet." Hakai recalled as he tossed himself to the side. Finally, finding good leverage, he stood up slowly, "Ahh." He groaned in pain.
Walking towards the direction of the shrine, he wobbled from side to side while holding his left bicep. "Use up the last of your strength, Hakai!" He shouted to himself in encouragement. "Kah!" He spat up blood onto his chest. "I can! Walk, walk it off! Walk off the pain, Hakai!" He screamed with blood dripping down his chin.
"You got it to keep moving, Hakai." A familiar voice said to him. He was thinking back about the days he spent with Amaterasu. The one who helped him heal after every fight and listened to him was the first one who acknowledged his presence. Amaterasu was his guard for the first decade of his life on earth. She's the one who cared and drew him into her arms in every moment of absence.
"You got it!"
"Your amazing, Haki-Kun!"
"Keep smiling because you're fighting for what you believe is right."
"Of course, you can cry when you need."
"You're not done yet! Keep moving forward!"
Hakai wobbled around, remembering the beautiful words Amaterasu used to shower him. Then, tearing up, he released the welled-up emotions with a big scream, full of anger and sorrow. "You are my savior, my comfort, Ama-chan. Now it's my time to be that figure for you!" Hakai said as he clenched his fist. "Hahh!" He screamed as he channeled energy throughout his body.
Ka-Bam!
He leaped several miles into the air and in the direction of the main shrine.
***
In the main shrine, hundreds of people surrounded the area—some with the sadness of her passing and resurrection. Yet, some were in excitement about the new lady.
"How can you be relieved?" One man shouted in anger at the bystander.
"How can I not? The old Amaterasu was soft and weak!" The other man retaliated
"Yes, he's correct!" A handful of people shouted in agreeance.
"You fools-" The first man tried retaliating, but another cut him off.
"She allowed that bastard in her house, in our kingdom!"
"She let him train, eat, and sleep like one of us!"
"She cared and protected him, even though he is Destruction itself!"
"Lady-" The first man tried speaking again, but another cut him off this time.
"Will you all please remain quiet." A soft but assertive voice demanded. "Ama-Chan wouldn't like to see her people fight over such trivial things," Hakai said as he entered the shrine with broken rips, massive wounds, and slashes across his body. "You all have a right to say what you want. To hate whom you fear. To belittle those who stand against your ideals, but please, for Ama-Chans sake, let her open her eyes in peace." Hakai genuinely spoke to the population that once voted him out of this place. Those who cursed and belittled his name, those people now only could move aside to let him inside.
"When she's here, please, welcome her with love and respect." He said as the ladies around noticed the tears shimmering in his beautiful-long eyelashes. "I ask not for you to accept me. I ask that you tolerate me." He slowly asked as he went up the stairs to the Heavenly Throne. "I ask that you tolerate me until Ama-Chan can stand on her own." He asked the people as he stood in the middle, feet away from the throne.
An array of different colored lights began filling up the throne. It then engulfed the shrine, and soon the earth-planet-like. The lights shimmered, beamed, and danced as they contracted to the throne. Then, as if a passage was shinning on the Heavenly Throne, it slowly diminished, and in the vast seat sat a child, around the age of nine, perhaps ten.
Hakai smiled, relieved yet sad. "Amaterasu." He uttered under his breath as tears flowed down his face.
While the people in the shrine, opposing her or not, bowed down to their newly born queen.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you," Hakai said as he faced the floor. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you last moment." He cried out even more of the emotions that he had built up. His adrenaline rush, this whole time, finally seized in size, and he felt his body wobble, falling to his knees. He paid no attention to the physical pain he experienced.
"Our blessed Lady Amaterasu. O' thou art the warmth and brightness of the sun, we welcome you." The people spoke in unison.
"Please, forgive me!" Hakai cried inside of his heart. "I'm so sorry!" He kept apologizing until he felt a sudden touch on his thigh.
"Mister, why are you crying?" Asked a beautiful little girl. Dressed and presented beautifully, she soaked her hands into his dirty and bloody clothes to ensure he was not hurt. "You seem to hurt. Do you want me to kiss your wounds?" She asked him very politely.
"Ama-Chan-" He uttered as he looked into her eyes. Then, recalling the one he knew, the old version of Amaterasu, he cried and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Forgive me," Hakai said as he drew her in for a hug.
"There, there. I forgive you!" The little lost Amaterasu said while stroking and patting his back.
"I promise to be there for you from now on!" He said while he rested his forehead on her shoulder.