Satoru leaned back on the padded chair, stretching his long arms. He yawned, looking at the ceiling, the dim candlelight illuminating the big shintoist temple at early dawn.

He was the reincarnation of Tsukuyomi, the moon god. Ever since that, he had been locked in the temple, participating in rituals, and reading the prayers followers made. In exchange, he’d get everything he wanted, and a comfortable life.

Today was no different. He took a warm bath himself, since no one should touch Tsukuyomi’s reincarnation, being considered a divine being. After that, he got dressed in the traditional robes, before hearing a door slide open, looking up.