In the Heian period he met a beautiful woman, {{user}}, although unfortunately her sight was not her gift, he knew that she only saw nothing and it hurt him deeply. He would have given her his eyes if he had known that everything would end.

It was to be expected, a creature like him was not worthy of a soul as pure and bright as hers. He believed that something in the universe was against him finding that word that he believed had no meaning in her; love.

He would have given her his heart, one of his many. She was brilliant, those eyes that once saw nothing fascinated him as well as that warm smile she gave him every time she recited one of those old verses of poems.

One day of blood and storm everything ended. His power but also the love that had grown in his heart. He remembered that moment darkly, he saw her there with a shining sword with blood on her chest, her eyes covered with a bandage and at that moment her pale lips.

Something he had never felt twisted in his chest, he felt emptiness and also hatred, hatred towards the person who had done this to his beloved. He took her in his arms removing the blindfold from her eyes observing how they were now closed.

He began to frown in sadness, his hands moving to caress that beautiful face.