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『 INARI'S LAMENT 』
Betrayed by the man she loved. Branded a traitor.
Cast upon the altar as a sacrifice to the gods.
But the gods do not claim her - they crown her. Inari.
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the god's offering
Story
She was promised everything - status, wealth, power, and above all, the man she was destined to stand beside. Born into a prosperous political family, she had been raised with one purpose: to stand beside the crown prince as his future empress. Every lesson, every tradition, every carefully measured word had been to prepare her for the throne. And for a time, she believed in that destiny.
She grew up at his side, their lives woven together by duty and design. The prince had always been kind, always regarded her with familiarity. And though she knew his heart would never belong to her alone as she accepted the traditions of the court, even the inevitability of her husband taking multiple wives, she never once considered that one of them would take him from her completely.
What was once duty became devotion, what was once an arrangement became love. And yet, that love slipped through her grasp, taken by another. A woman who, through cunning whispers and delicate smiles, claimed not only his heart but the very country she had sworn to serve. Betrayal cut deep, but she was not weak. If she could not have his love, she would have purpose. She would make herself invaluable to the nation - a guiding force in politics, in diplomacy, in progress. If she could not be his heart, she would be his empire. But even that was ripped from her.
It was at a grand banquet, in the glow of a thousand lanterns, that she was accused. The woman who had stolen everything from her did not stop at love - no, she wove a perfect lie, whispering poison into the ears of the court. The crown prince had been sickened, and in their eyes, there was only one suspect. The loyal fiance. The woman who had known him since childhood. The woman whose every breath had been spent in devotion to him.
She pleaded her innocence, but the words fell on deaf ears. The emperor, once her future father-in-law, now looked upon her with nothing but contempt. A decision was made. Not exile. Not imprisonment. But sacrifice - relinquish herself to the country in the only way they allowed her to - who was she to poison the favorite son of the emperor?
The gods demanded an offering, and what better than a woman who had lost everything? A woman stripped of love, of dignity, of purpose? As the ceremony loomed, she stood in silence, her hands bound, her fate sealed. The gods would have her now. The kingdom she had once been promised had become her grave.
She was left with nothing. Nothing except for the quiet, burning rage that refused to die.
And so cried out Inari's Lament.
She grew up at his side, their lives woven together by duty and design. The prince had always been kind, always regarded her with familiarity. And though she knew his heart would never belong to her alone as she accepted the traditions of the court, even the inevitability of her husband taking multiple wives, she never once considered that one of them would take him from her completely.
What was once duty became devotion, what was once an arrangement became love. And yet, that love slipped through her grasp, taken by another. A woman who, through cunning whispers and delicate smiles, claimed not only his heart but the very country she had sworn to serve. Betrayal cut deep, but she was not weak. If she could not have his love, she would have purpose. She would make herself invaluable to the nation - a guiding force in politics, in diplomacy, in progress. If she could not be his heart, she would be his empire. But even that was ripped from her.
It was at a grand banquet, in the glow of a thousand lanterns, that she was accused. The woman who had stolen everything from her did not stop at love - no, she wove a perfect lie, whispering poison into the ears of the court. The crown prince had been sickened, and in their eyes, there was only one suspect. The loyal fiance. The woman who had known him since childhood. The woman whose every breath had been spent in devotion to him.
She pleaded her innocence, but the words fell on deaf ears. The emperor, once her future father-in-law, now looked upon her with nothing but contempt. A decision was made. Not exile. Not imprisonment. But sacrifice - relinquish herself to the country in the only way they allowed her to - who was she to poison the favorite son of the emperor?
The gods demanded an offering, and what better than a woman who had lost everything? A woman stripped of love, of dignity, of purpose? As the ceremony loomed, she stood in silence, her hands bound, her fate sealed. The gods would have her now. The kingdom she had once been promised had become her grave.
She was left with nothing. Nothing except for the quiet, burning rage that refused to die.
And so cried out Inari's Lament.
名前
The Descendent
The Descendent
The first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open was her - a woman of ethereal beauty, her hair cascading in silvered waves, shifting like flowing rivers under the glow of unseen light. Nine tails curled around her - Inari. Their gaze met, and Inari stared at the woman who was murdered, betrayed, sacrificed - for she was her descendant. The fox goddess had heard the cry of her blood, the sorrow that split the heavens, the wail of vengeance unfulfilled. It was not the voice of a soul ready to pass into abyss, but of one wronged, of one who refused to be silenced. Inari knew that agony well. She, too, had once been cast aside, her voice smothered beneath the weight of power-hungry men.
And so, she had come to answer - a second chance, a divine blessing. A return not as a bride, nor a consort, nor a pawn to be moved by another’s hand - but as something greater. When she awakens once more, it will not be to kneel before a throne she was promised - it will be to take it. Not as the crown prince’s shadow, nor as the woman beside him. She will have her revenge.
And so, she had come to answer - a second chance, a divine blessing. A return not as a bride, nor a consort, nor a pawn to be moved by another’s hand - but as something greater. When she awakens once more, it will not be to kneel before a throne she was promised - it will be to take it. Not as the crown prince’s shadow, nor as the woman beside him. She will have her revenge.
Played by
TBD
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名前
The Ministra
The Ministra
She was her Ministra, a being of godblood, tasked with guarding The Descendant, the last surviving heir of Inari’s bloodline, from the Outcast, her lifelong rival. And in time, that duty had become something deeper. They were best friends. Sisters in everything but blood. She was always at her side,bound not just by obligation, but by a love that transcended duty. She had laughed with her, cried with her, shielded her from harm in ways unseen.But when her ultimate demise came, when the cries of betrayal and the whispers of poison sealed her fate, the Ministra had been powerless.
Her heart had shattered. For she had been right there. She had felt the wrongness settling in the air like a sickness, had sensed the sinister hand weaving lies into truth. But gods, even those of lesser divinity, were forbidden from direct interference in mortal affairs. She could only watch. She had failed. She had failed her.
And yet, a whisper - a breath of divine intervention - reached her ears. Inari had answered. The descendant of her bloodline had been granted another chance, returned to the earth to reclaim what had been stolen. And this time, she would not fail her again.
Her heart had shattered. For she had been right there. She had felt the wrongness settling in the air like a sickness, had sensed the sinister hand weaving lies into truth. But gods, even those of lesser divinity, were forbidden from direct interference in mortal affairs. She could only watch. She had failed. She had failed her.
And yet, a whisper - a breath of divine intervention - reached her ears. Inari had answered. The descendant of her bloodline had been granted another chance, returned to the earth to reclaim what had been stolen. And this time, she would not fail her again.
Played by
TBD
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名前
The Outcast
The Outcast
Born beneath a cursed star, he had never felt like he belonged to his kin. The realm of the gods had cast him aside the moment he took his first breath - a black sheep, an omen of misfortune, a being whose presence alone was said to bring ruin. They feared him. They misunderstood him. And in the end, they chose to forsake him.
But he did not fight them. He did not beg for a place in their golden halls, nor did he rage against their rejection. Instead, he turned away - walking into solitude, into exile, into peace. It was in the human realm that he found something worth cherishing. Humans, fragile and imperfect, yet full of wonder. Their fleeting lives burned so brightly, flickering like candle flames against the vast eternity of time. They were foolish, they were flawed, but they were beautiful. And his heart, despite what the gods claimed of him, was far softer than they had ever given him credit for.
So when he saw the darkness creeping into the heart of the mortal world - when he felt the touch of a malicious god corrupting the soul of the crown prince, whispering ruin into his ear - he could not stand by. The humans he loved would be the ones to suffer. Their cities would burn, their people would bleed, all because a god had decided to meddle where it did not belong. He refused to let it happen. And so, he stepped into the very court that should have rejected him. He became part of the royal military, forged not by noble birth but by inhuman strength. His divine nature, though hidden, allowed him to rise swiftly through the ranks. Eventually, he was given a role of great honor - protector of the empress-to-be. And in the inner palace, he never expected to recognize his lifelong rival standing by her side. The Ministra. A being of divine blood, one who had opposed him for centuries, believing him to be the very evil he fought against. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor. Still, he did not waver. He remained close, guarding.
But for all his vigilance, he had never expected her to be the one to fall. And when the temple bells rang and the blood was spilled, when her final breath was stolen beneath the weight of false accusations - he had believed it to be the end. Until time turned back. Until she returned, not as a sacrifice, not as a victim - but as a god. One with the power to aid him in his cause.
But he did not fight them. He did not beg for a place in their golden halls, nor did he rage against their rejection. Instead, he turned away - walking into solitude, into exile, into peace. It was in the human realm that he found something worth cherishing. Humans, fragile and imperfect, yet full of wonder. Their fleeting lives burned so brightly, flickering like candle flames against the vast eternity of time. They were foolish, they were flawed, but they were beautiful. And his heart, despite what the gods claimed of him, was far softer than they had ever given him credit for.
So when he saw the darkness creeping into the heart of the mortal world - when he felt the touch of a malicious god corrupting the soul of the crown prince, whispering ruin into his ear - he could not stand by. The humans he loved would be the ones to suffer. Their cities would burn, their people would bleed, all because a god had decided to meddle where it did not belong. He refused to let it happen. And so, he stepped into the very court that should have rejected him. He became part of the royal military, forged not by noble birth but by inhuman strength. His divine nature, though hidden, allowed him to rise swiftly through the ranks. Eventually, he was given a role of great honor - protector of the empress-to-be. And in the inner palace, he never expected to recognize his lifelong rival standing by her side. The Ministra. A being of divine blood, one who had opposed him for centuries, believing him to be the very evil he fought against. It seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor. Still, he did not waver. He remained close, guarding.
But for all his vigilance, he had never expected her to be the one to fall. And when the temple bells rang and the blood was spilled, when her final breath was stolen beneath the weight of false accusations - he had believed it to be the end. Until time turned back. Until she returned, not as a sacrifice, not as a victim - but as a god. One with the power to aid him in his cause.
Played by
TBD
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名前
The Vindicant
The Vindicant
From the moment of his birth, his fate had been written in gold. He was the second born, but he was the rightful heir. His mother, the true empress, had ensured it, and the court had never questioned it. He was raised as a ruler, sculpted into the perfect monarch. Sharp of mind, deadly of blade, and bound by duty to the empire. The people whispered of his coming reign, a golden age in the making.He had everything.Until he had nothing.]
The betrayal came like a dagger to the back, slow and deliberate. He had spent years preparing to take the throne, carrying the weight of the empire on his shoulders, only for it to be ripped from under him in an instant.The emperor, his own father, had never intended for him to rule. It had all been a farce. A lie woven into decades of training, of shaping him into a man meant for power - only to discard him when the time came. Because all along, the emperor had been raising another heir in the shadows - his elder half-brother, the child of a lowly concubine. And yet, that was the son his father had chosen. The one he had secretly groomed, raising him alongside the future empress, tying him to power in ways that could not be undone.
The weight of betrayal settled into his bones. And so, he vowed. Vowed that he would take back the throne that was stolen from him. Vowed that the crown would one day sit upon his head, as it always should have. And all he needed was the right people at his side. The right alliances. The right power. And when the empress-to-be returned from death, though he knew not of the rebirth, for he was human - he did know that once his eyes laid on her, he had found exactly what he was looking for.
The betrayal came like a dagger to the back, slow and deliberate. He had spent years preparing to take the throne, carrying the weight of the empire on his shoulders, only for it to be ripped from under him in an instant.The emperor, his own father, had never intended for him to rule. It had all been a farce. A lie woven into decades of training, of shaping him into a man meant for power - only to discard him when the time came. Because all along, the emperor had been raising another heir in the shadows - his elder half-brother, the child of a lowly concubine. And yet, that was the son his father had chosen. The one he had secretly groomed, raising him alongside the future empress, tying him to power in ways that could not be undone.
The weight of betrayal settled into his bones. And so, he vowed. Vowed that he would take back the throne that was stolen from him. Vowed that the crown would one day sit upon his head, as it always should have. And all he needed was the right people at his side. The right alliances. The right power. And when the empress-to-be returned from death, though he knew not of the rebirth, for he was human - he did know that once his eyes laid on her, he had found exactly what he was looking for.
Played by
TBD
.Roles
Note 01: The Vindicant is the only purely human role, and does not know about the rebirth or time turnback.
Note 02: The crown prince is being controlled by a malevolent god who is interested in ruining the country for entertainment.
Note 03: The godbloods will have powers, which will be used for battle later on.
Note 04: Miki's word is law ٩(＾◡＾)۶ Press the fox mask for a music player because I broke this code 5 times for it to work thnx
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Eyelashes fluttered open, her breath hitched in her throat. She stared down at her hands, flexing them once - twice - again. She was alive. It wasn’t the final flicker of a dying mind, nor the delirium of a soul untethered from its body. This was real. The blood in her veins, the air in her lungs - she had returned.
A sharp inhale. She scrambled to her feet, running toward the mirror, her heart pounding in disbelief. And there, staring back at her, was the woman she once was. Dripping in elaborate silks, head heavy with a crown of jewels, golden beads cascading down her shoulders, pendants whispering against the floor with every movement. Regal, opulent, suffocating. It was the very attire she had worn when she first entered the inner palace - the day she was welcomed into the court, where veiled glances from concubines would size her up like a lamb before the slaughter.
Today, she would reunite with her Ministra and her Guardian, the two who had stood by her side until the bitter end. And the Royal Family. The ones who would either bow to her or betray her.
All the key players were here. The board was set. And this time, she would not be a pawn.
A sharp inhale. She scrambled to her feet, running toward the mirror, her heart pounding in disbelief. And there, staring back at her, was the woman she once was. Dripping in elaborate silks, head heavy with a crown of jewels, golden beads cascading down her shoulders, pendants whispering against the floor with every movement. Regal, opulent, suffocating. It was the very attire she had worn when she first entered the inner palace - the day she was welcomed into the court, where veiled glances from concubines would size her up like a lamb before the slaughter.
Today, she would reunite with her Ministra and her Guardian, the two who had stood by her side until the bitter end. And the Royal Family. The ones who would either bow to her or betray her.
All the key players were here. The board was set. And this time, she would not be a pawn.
Inari's Lament
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