Diona

From the Sacred Spring

[big thanks to Karma #75898 for writing my lady's story ]

Walking.

No.

Wandering.

Diona, the infamous Samurai Deity born to serve mankind and only mankind, found herself wandering for years upon years after the collapse of her kingdom. Rumours spread and Diona became a living legend. She was known far and wide, but with knowledge of her, came fear. Diona grew tired, weary of serving mankind. They were all so selfish and cruel, vile even! It drove Diona away and made her question her own existence… Her purpose.

My purpose?

What was my purpose again?

Do I have a reason to exist?

Diona stopped walking, staring ahead as the thoughts continued to ravage her mind. Her reason for existing was a constant thing on her mind. Did she truly exist only to kill? Was that all she was good at? A light breeze shifted her black hair past her face and she gripped the hilt of her katana at her side.

My purpose…

My purpose is to-

Diona got pulled from her thoughts as nearby shouting caught her attention. Her eyes narrowed as she looked in the direction. Soon she began to head towards the noise and after a few moments of walking, she made it to the source. Her eyes narrowed further than before and a look of anger flashed over her face.

Men, men were taking children from mothers, they were slaughtering men who didn't obey, and doing unspeakable things to the women. Diona had to blink a few times, to ensure that what she was seeing was true. She hasn't seen anything this atrocious since the collapse of her kingdom.

So many dead.

The Deity quickly raced towards the town, faster than the speed of sound. She was met with a group of sadistic men that were looking to make a profit and control.

"Look what we have here boys, she sure is pretty," one man said in a low, husky voice.

"Oooh, she has a sword! Whatever will we do," another one mocked.

Diona's eyes flashed dangerously as she stared down on the men before her. In an instant she unsheathed her sword and flicked her wrist. The sword elongated and spread apart to take on the appearance of a whip. The blades separated and each became their own bladed segment. The whip wrapped around the neck of the man who mocked her sword. Diona shifted her arm and the blades dug in deep, causing the man to choke on his own blood. Before much time, Diona pulled her arm down and the head of the man was severed from his body and dropped to the ground in front of the other men.

Within moments, the other men surrounded Diona but they weren't making any snide comments.

No, not anymore.

Now they were shaking, visibly pale. Some of the men even pissed themselves.

What an ungodly sight

Diona rushed forward, wasting no time. These men were imperfections, they were what was wrong with this world. She quickly made it to the man in front of her, her sword forming back to that of an actual sword. She moved her arms over her head, twirling the sword and severed the man's head clean off.

She moved to the next, looking as though she were performing a rhythmical dance. She made it to the next man and locked swords with him. She stared him in his eyes, before kicking him into the wall. She twirled her arm, her sword becoming a whip once again. It wrapped around the man's stomach and with one pull Diona was able to sever him in half.

Side stepping, she avoided a poorly executed attack. Pulling her whip back to her, it latched onto the man's neck and slit his throat before coming back to her and forming a sword once more. Turning around, she faced the remaining four men. They attempted to escape and Diona cocked her head ever so slightly.

Have they no honour?

She twirled her arm and her sword became a whip once again. She wrapped it around the first male's legs and then she pulled, cutting them off. She repeated this process with the three other men. She walked up to the dying men as they coughed up blood. She held her head high and pointed her swords down at them.

"What- what the hell are- are you?"

"When I raise thine sword, thou poor sinner shalt receive eternal life. I grace thee with thy divine blessing, now awaken!" Diona chanted this and then raised her sword. The dead lands around her and the dried up lakes rushed to life. The men at her feet bled out to their death. Where their dead bodies once were, flower beds began to bloom and flourish. On the other hand, the villagers became illness-free. Their livestock flourished as did their crops.

"It- It's Diona! She's- She's the Legendary Deity of the Spring and Water," a small girl came up to her and spoke in awe. Her eyes were wide and a large toothy grin was plastered on her face.

"You- you saved us all," a woman spoke shakily, also in awe.

Before long, Diona was surrounded by the remaining villagers and they were all saying their thanks to her and bowing in respect. Diona looked around her, she was intrigued by their actions. Humans didn't usually give her respect, they usually just slandered her and sent hundreds upon thousands of men to try and kill her.

Diona eventually departed from the small village with a new purpose. She wasn't meant for killing or serving the people, no. Diona was meant to right the wrongdoings, no matter who the wrongdoer is. In this, it didn't mean she had to kill, but would if necessary. Diona began to see herself as a necessary neutral. She was no longer wandering nor walking, no.

Diona was thriving, Diona became a new Legend.

Diona, the Legendary Sacred Spring.

Deity who nourishes Humankind.

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✧ achieved at 7 years 3 months on 22/08/2022 at 06:56PM Wolvden time

✧ immortalised at 7 years 4½ months on 26/08/2022 at 09:12PM Wolvden Time