Tokyo and Kitakyushu, The Passion of the Satoshi, Part 2
The monkeys remain filthsome and intransigent creatures. I still do not understand my daughter’s fascination with them. Still, recent events did not go poorly.
Suzaku confronted my daughter and her “companions” in a dining establishment. Like Adhara, Suzaku seems to have an unhealthy and unwarranted love of the creatures of flesh. She has sacrificed much of her power and influence, and traded it for the vile games of politick and the fleeting days of the mortal being. Currently, she appears to wield significant influence over Metajietai, which appears to be an organization of monkeys with explosives presiding over their lesser simians.
She tried various tacks to win the cooperation of my daughter and her playthings. Blackmail, bribery, instigation, open threat. Strangely, it was only earnest negotiation that finally earned Suzaku what she wished: the help of Adhara and the others in the acquisition of the Evening Star. What one disappointment of an incarna offers to another to cement loyalty remains a mystery even to me.
Through a series of events orchestrated many cycles in the past, the Evening Star was stored at the Kasshien embassy. The mortal monkeys were dispatched to recover it, and return it to Suzaku. The Kasshien are among my favorite monkeys. I find them moderately less disgusting than the others, if only for their understanding of their own loathsome insignificance. As expected, Adhara was not the only being of greater than mortal influence to converge upon the Star once it was in transit. The song of Creation calls to the lesser incarna. They were pursued by Xuan Wu through many scenes that might have proved lethal to the most mundane of the savages. The one called Victoria also learned something of her companion’s hunger. It is good that they were not permitted to consume the Star. It would have been inconvenient to retrieve.
Xuan Wu caught up with them at last as they attempted to return the Star to Suzaku. Its power sang to three entities on that transportation machine: the violence was beautiful in its way. Further, it brought Death to the field. It is curious that he seemed unaffected by the allure of the artifact. Surprisingly, Xuan Wu was pacified not by violence, but by the monkey named Dax and his artistic abilities. Xuan Wu’s vanity will be the end of him: he agreed to leave peacefully in exchange for a great monument built in his honor.
Death took the life he came for. This life turned out to be the monkey operating the flying machine they traveled in. The efforts of the symbiotic one were insufficient to overcome the frailties of her filthsome kind, but they did somehow keep the device in motion, and managed to return the Star to Suzaku.
It is a matter of waiting. All of the pieces are in place.
Reflections of The Great Spirit