User blog comment:Hakaishin Aro/The Inari temple/@comment-30014014-20170102210211/@comment-30014014-20170109165800

"You know, this is hilarious. I say this because the first time I have seen her with my own eyes, I happened to carry shriveled woman out of a broken town during the 'Crisis Àllami'. As it turned out, she did happen to carry herself as an old broken lady. A test to foresee whoever could peer beyond the first gaze that dictates beauty. In the middle of a field ravaged by twisted entities, no less..."

The fool laughs a bit, his bitter aura dwindled by quite amount "I don't know how you deities manage to reach an epiphany. Us mortals usually reach this state at the moment of absolute threat to life. Kind of like the final trial, to see what action we carry out to our death. Turns out, we had passed this trial, the one supposed to dictate how we'd die..."

The jester passes his hand in front of his mask, it now forming a mocking laughter "First thing she did when we finally managed to have peace in our world: curse each and every single one of those who had failed to uphold this deeper precept of beauty. Kings, queens, princesses, mistresses, noble men, you call them. Drowning them in the same arrogance in which they presented themselves, decorating the whole foul state with this cherry of cowardice with which they fled the palaces, taking their guards, their armies with them, far far away..."

An eerie laughter escapes the mask as two dim pink points of light present themselves behind his eye holes "And a shame, for none of them, could hope to escape her terrible wrath"

He hastily slaps his mask with his palm "Sorry about that. I get shivers about this bit, mostly because I have seen her wrathful visage. Goddesses are scary things sometimes. But anyway, if you see her, it may not be in what you would expect of a patron of youthfulness and beauty...as well as love".