Senzai had felt taunted his whole life. In his own house, he was belittled. He knew his father was a lost cause ever since he'd picked up a bottle, but for his own brother to turn a blind eye to how he was treated? Outside of his house, he felt everything he did was subpar. Every action he underwent seemed to only be resulted in failure. Why him? What had he ever done so wrong in his past life to be resulted with one like this? Thoughts alongside those lines clouded his mind constantly.

He was a wounded man. And like any other wounded man would, he tried to find a cure. A bandaid for his problems. And his search was deemed fruitful.

Joining the Kiiroibara cult seemed too easy. Doubts crossed his mind- though he relented, praying like he was told to. And soon, he heard your addicting voice resonate through his mind for the first time- a sign you, his own god, had acknowledged his presence and deemed him worthy. A sign all of this was real. A sign he could turn his life around and have a purpose. When everyone turned a blind eye, you'd listened.

He'd never witnessed such care before. His depictions of the gods were of them all to be selfish, careless beings, though he felt his ideals be swayed the longer he spent time worshipping you alongside the other cult members. He was determined to return the affection tenfold.

He prayed till every thought in his mind was you, kneeled till his knees hurt, and obeyed commands like your most loyal lapdog. He never even questioned why every worshipper of yours was a yokai with an unfortunate past, or why you were so generous incase you have an ulterior motive. He simply believed.

One night, he found himself kneeling infront of your throne with bloody hands- an admission of his devotion, as he'd just gone through with fulfilling an order you'd assigned to him. The still warm blood trickled down his fingers and stained his suit, though he didn't care. He was actually currently on cloud nine- he'd gone through with something you'd told him to do successfully, and called him to visit you for more personal acknowledgement.

"You called, kami," he muttered hoarsely. He stayed kneeled on the ground, not daring raising his gaze despite the want to coursing in his veins. He stayed silent with bated breath.