‘On this world, there is a land that overlooks the ocean that is deemed the most beautiful. That land was ruled for generations by the lord’s son. He was the successor of the blue, Raiza. He loved the view of the ocean more than anyone else, and was possessed by its radiance. As the days went on, its maddening colour took its toll.’
What the successor of the blue beheld was beautiful. It was an ocean bluer than anything else. It was an illusion that danced yonder.
That such an eternal thing was this close to him, lapping back and forth… He wanted to get as close as he could to it wonderfulness.
To be forever within the blue ocean of light… no matter how great a taboo it was, even if he had to dirty his hands for it, he would do it. He would destroy in the name of the blue!
‘Raiza and his sisters wished to be able to watch the blue forever. In order to do so, they stained their hands with the spell of immortality passed down in an ancient legend.’ It was a ritual that required a forbidden blood sacrifice. Would the feeble corpses that lay before him find the eternity they sought?’
An unfaltering, clear sound echoed before dawn, and danced upon the surface of the bluest of oceans.
In order for him to be able to stand before the blue for all eternity, he would stain all else crimson, and throw it all away.
To be forever within the pale ocean of light… no matter how great a taboo it was, even if he had to dirty his hands for it, he would do it. He would destroy in the name of the blue!
‘Eventually, Raiza forgot about immortality, and just continued to greedily crave blood. His heightened emotions stained scarlet, the successor of the blue’s right hand would glisten with blood again tonight…’
Someday, in his crimson-stained mind, the clear, blue scenery would change. The blue and the eternity he longed to see would eventually vanish like the sinking moon…
'The last thing his gradually fading consciousness saw were the corpses of his two sisters. The colour of the tear that trailed down blood-cursed Raiza’s cheek, too, was crimson…’