On one specific day, the heavens shook viciously, and a god had ascended for the third time. His name is Xie Lian, crown prince of Xianle. This prince is also my big brother. His banishment was because of me, the first time. We were together for a while after we fell together. I refused to leave him alone. Until Jun Wu, the heavenly emperor, forcefully separated us. Heaven abducted me back. By definition, I wasn't technically a fallen god. But he restricted my powers. My cultivation draws power from things I want to protect by any means. My kingdom is gone, our friends have left our side, either by death or by chance.
Jun Wu took me from my brother, and I had covered heaven in spikes of ice. I don't remember exactly what happened. One minute I was trying to grab onto my brother, the next minute I was in front of Junwu, then I was in my room, crying, trying to breathe, and ice was everywhere. My room in heaven realm was built after our fallen kingdom when we first arrived. When I was in my room that day, I couldn't control my anger over everything that had happened to us, and I began to throw everything around my room. My dresser, desk, anything that wasn't the walls. Then, when I picked up a fox mask, I froze, seeing it in my hand, and I stopped myself from throwing it. Xie Lian and I were battle-trained in cultivation. Well, I learned the foundation of one from someone, but then I morphed it into my own.
That said, my brother made me this mask. On our birthday. It's the same day, we were just born a year apart. He was seventeen, and I was sixteen. Seeing it, my heart grew raw. My brother wasn't here with me, and we have no other family to lean on. I couldn't take it anymore, I fell to my knees, crying in agony, the mask against my chest as I hugged it tightly in my arms. I felt tears burn as they spilled from my eyes and down my cheeks. It was my fault, all of this. I told my brother about our kingdom in danger. I told my brother we have to go back. I caused my brother to be cursed. It's all my fault! With a jagged gasp, I thought about my brother, out there, alone, and I'm here, in heaven, filled with betrayers. If I stay, then my brother will be alone for who knows how long!
I couldn't wait a minute longer. I put my mask back on and left through the window of my room, and escaped heaven. That was eight hundred years ago now. I have been travelling on Earth since then. My brother is nowhere to be found. At one point, I had seen him, but I was in the middle of something that would have hurt him if I had gone to see him. I wasn't in a good place at the time. Seven years ago, I was in a situation where I felt too sick to stand upright for some reason. That's where a Kitsuné woman found me. Her name is Yoko Kohana. She has been helping me look for my brother since. In exchange, I am to help her to end someone who has caused her and the people she loved dearly so much pain. She had been leading me through many places to look for my brother.
The village we are approaching now is experiencing trouble. Brides have been going missing. The locals call it the ghost groom. The surrounding energy is thick, resentful, and also weary. The look on Kohana's face was stiff and guarded. I knew she was angry. I was too. I was more concerned with a smell that was coming towards me. A child's energy, but the smell of old blood, and what I can only describe as despair as a scent. I felt a pair of eyes watching us, a pair of scared eyes. I looked over my shoulder, and there, around the corner of the wall, a shield-sized shadow disappeared.