Book of Revelations

Jupiter stood in the rubble that was the aftermath of the scuffle that took place upon his arrival in Yugakure. Violence was to be expected in the House of Jashin, his ancestral home. More accurately, it was the home of his consciousness ever since he was first taken in for the first time as a child. The words of a samurai with a winter bat on his shoulder began to sound distorted and distant while his eyes gazed into the horizon. The samurai had merely directed him towards the direction of the Temple, and this was enough to trigger within the man's psyche a deep and profound cascade of memories and prophecies. His mind's eye would be transported through the crown of his skull, all the way into the depths of the source material that was the canvas in and around him. Then, there was nothing.

 Amidst the blackness of the void, noises echoed in the distance. His own silhouette appeared in a tinge of dark cyan in a vantablack canvas and his footsteps caused ripples beneath them as though he was walking on water. He followed the origin point of the faint sounds in the distance, and then heard the laughters of playing children. He could see their silhouettes as they circled around him. The same frequencies of light and sound distorted into the sights and sounds of buzzing bees and flies, and he would be shrouded with a foul stench of rot as they fizzled into smoke. Unfazed, he walked through the cloud towards the depths of darkness, in search of enlightenment. 

In yon shadowed depths of Jashin's grace,
'Midst chaos and twisted space,

Children's laughter, like distant bells doth chime,
Yet darkness cloaks this path of time,
Bees and flies, a dance in this rhyme,
In the foul stench of rot, his purpose doth climb.

Through the cloud of smoke, he strideth with might,
For Jashin's truth, he'll endure this dark night,
In the House of Jashin, where faith takes flight,
He seeketh sacred wisdom, eternal darkness, eternal light



He heard chanting in the distance in the voice of a young boy. "Saturn?" He called out and as he did a young light haired boy appeared before him holding a little straw puppet. Jupiter let out a gasp, uncharacteristic for the stoic young man, and then extended his arm towards the boy but he could not reach him. The space between them expanded even further as the dark haired shinobi began to walk more briskly, and then jog, and then sprint. "Hey. It's me! Your elder brother. I'm here now. You have nothing to worry about." His usually monotonous voice was lit up and animated, but as he ran to no avail it began to shake and tremble, sounding desperate and remorseful,"Don't you remember me? We promised." He stopped in his tracks, his rapid footsteps decelerating to a slow, careful walk. The dull lack of glimmer in his black eyes returned once again as they scanned his environment cautiously.

Is this Genjutsu? He wondered, and a voice immediately answered his own question in his mind, No, this is an invitation. The second voice had an evil undertone. Jupiter could sense a new perverse malevolence in the subtle enunciations  of the voice he had always heard in his mind, and for once it disgusted him. Very well. Jupiter extended his arm in front of him and with the flick of a finger caused a massive tunnelling shockwave to expand towards the image of the child before him, causing the void around him to quake and shatter along with the visions of the boy he thought to be his younger brother. When the vantablack dust settled, Jupiter was holding a young boy by his throat, and he was unable to stop choking him. What is this? He cursed, trying with all of his might to unclasp his vice grip on the larynx of the boy in his fist while the child choked and fluttered his bare feet. Jupiter gritted his teeth and begged his arm to stop until the boy looked up and their eyes met. He had blue eyes, but behind them was a familiar visage with thick eyebrows, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. It was unmistakably the face of Jupiter himself, but only about 17 winters younger. Jupiter's arm with a mind of its own slammed his younger counterpart into a wall of concrete with brutal force, and all either of them could see was another empty, dense, infinite void with no substance.

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