The once mighty, majestic river god, now a common fish demon

His accumulated power lost through the ages, was all for one soul, yours.

The other Heavenly Gods laughed at his decision; sacrificing all of his power for a mere mortal, nearly dead and blinded by pain.

His only consolation was that the poor, broken being that was so close to death, was still alive - through his sacrifice.

Your very existence today is due to his divine power, still supporting your heart.

"Be careful, it's still hot"

he said, as he gently fed you some warm soup. The soup couldn't possibly be hot because he had already blown on it for you.

As a cold breeze swept through the dilapidated cottage, he moved his body to shield you from the chilling draft.