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So this is like my first time doing something like this. Pardon the momentary blurbs of nonsensical noise and failed sentences.
The story retold by yours truly:
When the world was in the crux of infantry there existed never ending night, black water stretching beyond the horizon, and pale blue mist. A voice spoke up echoing through the precocious world. He hailed for two gods to come and make from the nothingness a place for life to thrive. Descending from the infinite black cosmos two figures stood upon the water. One was male and the other was female. The voice gave the couple a jeweled spear and with it they answered the voice's plea. The man injected the spear into water, disturbing it serenely. When he was satisfied with his work he lifted the spear. Upon the spear head's exit miniscule beads of white and blue rolled along the edge and dived back to their home. Reuniting with the water the drops caused gentle ripples to spread through the calm surface. From the disarray came the formation of an island.
Pleased the two gods joined in matrimony. The wife spoke first at the ceremony against tradition. Then the two lovers lied together. Their children were hideous creations. They decided to redo the marriage ceremony the right way and their children became the rest of the Nippon archipelago, the mountains, and the forests. The children's spirits became infused with the land.
When the female gave birth to one of her children she felt a searing, jarring pain between her legs. This agony was unprecedented to her, no child of hers every hurt so much during birth. With her husband beside her she screamed in terror as fire consumed her lower body. The male threw water onto her desperately trying to squelch the fire. The flames bit and clawed at the woman's body like raptors. In the visceral fire the woman called out to her husband reaching out her hand. The husband grasped at her fingers like a child holding a beloved toy all for her fingers to crumble to cinders in his palm. He knelt before his wife's charred remains until the fires died. From the ashes came a baby's wail. The tiny thing in a fetal pose flailed its arms and kicked its legs. This caused fire to wax and wane from his pale skin. Enraged the father fashioned a sword and slew his own child.
Stricken with grief the male walked into the land of Yomotsu Hirasaka and further into the Underworld (Yomi-no-Kuni). Wandering the darkness he found his wife hidden behind a veil of shadows. The male beseeched her to come back to the land of the living. The female screeched at her husband to leave. She had already partaken of Hell's banquet and Enma-O (Yama) told her that she could never return to the living. Determined the man waited until his wife fell into slumber. He took the comb that held his hair together and lit it. The warm fire light danced on his mortified expression. Lying before him was a skeleton wearing a brown, shriveled, sagging, leather suit. Holes upon holes covered her body and maggots and flies crawled in and out of her every orifice. Her lips were non-existent. Her hair was a mess of gray, squalid, greasy tendrils. Holding out for hope he wanted the thing before him to be the woman he married.
However, the land of the dead changes everyone's hearts. Even a heart made of gold can turn tarnish in the swirling sordid shadows of the underworld. After eating the food cooked in the hearth of the underworld the woman's heart became a shrunken black abyss. She immediately woke up. Upon seeing her husband's face she shrieked in humiliation. She sent after him Yomotsu Shikome and Raijin to chase him out of Yomi.
The man ran as far as his broken spirit could take him. Upon exiting the Underworld he took a boulder and rolled it in front of the entrance. From between the cracks he heard his wife exclaim that she would strangle to death a thousand of his children every day. The man rebutted that one thousand five hundred would be birthed every day. Then the boulder shut with a whimpered crack.
The male proceeded to cleanse his body of Yomi's evil. He washed his eyes first. From the right came the golden, glistening sun, the Goddess Amaterasu. From the left came the pale, reflexive moon, the god Tsukiyomi. The male then washed his nose and from his nostrils came the tumultuous, wild storms, the god Susano-O.