Harikumo/Introduction

"She reached out and touched my Name, born in Earth and forged in Flame, An unwitting soul who desired me most, is now forever a devoured ghost."

Once upon a time, before humans recorded history and the Earth was barely formed, one of the Angelic Host of Annunaki was happy with her place as Forger of Tools. Her name was Tomoseibetsu, her form the embodiment of both masculine and feminine. Her skin was the smooth dark metal of Kovar, teeth and nails the clearest glass, and the lenses of her eyes were the deepest Amethyst. The strands of her hair were iridescent as the Northern Lights. Tomoseibetsu's skills with the blending of different materials were unmatched, creating a strength and quality of tools for the humans to use and pass on to the future generations of their children.

Despite her best efforts to provide and instruct the mortals in the proper measurements and forging techniques from a distance as her Creator has instructed, they failed horribly. The humans could not handle the heat, were always too hungry, too impatient to make the time for properly made tools.

Then came the Call for Rebellion, for a Prophecy had been put forth that their great Creator would allow ruin to come to His children. 'Why would He put the effort forth just to erase it so soon?' Tomoseibetsu lamented. The instructions He put forth did not make sense to little Tomoseibetsu. She would join the cause, to fight for them, so she could return and instruct them properly.

The third of the Angelic Host rose up in defiance of His Law, and fought a bloody siege against the travesty that would happen. No amount of eager determination would win against proper tactics and sheer numbers. Those who had sided with Lucifer had Fallen, and were cast away into the Abyss.

Millenia spent in the Darkness, pain caused by the lack of their Light and Faith twisted poor Tomoseibetsu. She knew the gnawing hunger that tears at sanity and compassion, of the push and pull of the churning desires of her trapped Brothers and Sisters. Filled with fear and suffering, she writhed and changed into something unrecognizable over and over again.

One day, in the myriad of the Seconds of Eternity, there was a whisper. A small voice calling out to the monstrous form of Tomoseibetsu. She could not understand what it said, but only that it was reaching her from so very far away. It was a dark, soothing balm amidst the crawling, burning emotions that kept her skin eroding away. Never enough to truly offer solace, it confused the Fallen One as she could never reach or touch it.

For the briefest Second it was there, and then it was gone. Tomoseibetsu was once more completed embraced fully by the turmoil of the Abyss. It was an Eternity before the was a loud, disorienting crack, and she was pulled violently from her prison into nothingness.

The Fallen One opened fluttering eyelids of flesh to blinding white lights, her limbs failing her and looking so foreign. The tubes inside her nose and throat are alien and intrusive. A beeping fills the silence, commanding the presence of strangely dressed humans to her side. The suffering of the Abyss before is a dull throb in the back of her mind. What had happened?

Weeks go by in the world of Mortals as medical professionals help Tomoseibetsu's host relearn how to eat, to talk, and to walk. All the while she is finding herself leaning against the memories of Catherine Parker, the mortal who had left her body in a coma two years prior. Legally, her mortal host had changed her name to Harikumo Hakumei before the tragic car accident that had ripped her away.

Now, Tomoseibetsu is living as the revived Harikumo Hakumei, having to lie to parents and distantly known friends. All the while, having the memories that whisper horrible realizations about what God really is. Now, she is thrust upon the modern world and all who live in it.