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Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: December 03, 2023, 04:02:36 PM »
Oh and I'm making this for someone else!
Of Moths and Flies

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: December 03, 2023, 03:54:31 PM »
I had a lot of fun covering this one by Fleetwood Mac

Green Manalishi

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: August 14, 2023, 02:31:20 PM »
Re-recorded one of my favorite originals!


Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: May 16, 2023, 05:58:18 PM »
I hope you all get a kick out of this one

Don't You Try To Cheat The Hangman

Will post more of his story later

Speaking of...

What is Wrong with "The Nameless Boy"/Johan Sommers"?

The name Johan Sommers invokes the images of three different people in this story, for at different points, two of them took the name and all it represented for themselves. We are specifically going to be discussing the most prominent character with that name, The Nameless Boy. His life is a long-winded tale of misery, deceit, nihilism, and seemingly duplicitous motives. He is an enigma unbound by human morality, emotion, and the restrictive concept of fate. Like Osamu, he believes entirely in his own freedom and uses it to take the freedom of all around him.

This one boy grew into a young man, and that young man sparked violent revolutions across Europe with words alone. He killed thousands and parasitized nationswithout ever drawing a weapon, without ever firing a shot. Despite his vampiric lineage, he has no special powers or combat prowess. He doesn't need them. When he opens his mouth, cities burn and good men are twisted into monsters.

The (Abridged) Story of The Nameless Boy

"The Nameless Boy" was born in the Steplag in 1936, one of many Soviet gulags across the continent. Steplag was situated adjacent to the village of Kengir in Kazakhstan. He was born to the grandmother of Lucrezia (the real Lucrezia, not Taeko), Luna, and fathered by a vampire named Johan Sommers. After the boy's birth, Johan arranged for the mother to be safely transferred out of the Steplag and brought back to Japan, which she would raise her other two children also fathered by Johan.

With his mother abandoning him and Johan staying at a distance, the boy was essentially raised by the men and women of the Steplag, as well as the Soviet authorities guarding over them. Like the other children, he was taught since an early age to respect and idealize the Soviet Union and its leaders, and though he parroted the messages he was taught, the boy's only true goal in his life was to learn who he was and be freed from the labor camp.

The boy showed remarkable literacy and intelligence at a young age, and before he was twelve, he began to work the mines outside the camp with the other male prisoners. The treatment of prisoners at the hands of the guards was beyond abusive. Beatings, shootings, and humiliation were the wages paid for the prisoners' hard work, often occurring for either the slightest of mistakes or for no reason at all.

One incident encouraged the nameless boy to act. A young girl he liked very much left her wet socks to dry on the camp fence. Dyatlov, the camp's head of security, caught her retrieving her socks from the fence. He gave them back to her and ordered her to return to the female camp, only to shoot the young girl in the head as she walked away.

The nameless boy spoke to one of the male prisoners who shared the same surname as Dyatlov. The two were having what seemed to be a regular conversation when the boy specifically mentioned there was a guard with that surname working at that very camp. The prisoner's shock was plain to see, but he deflected from the subject and bid the boy goodnight. The next morning, the prisoner went to confront Dyatlov, revealing he was Dyatlov's father.

Dyatlov realized his father now knew what a monster he had become. He was no longer a valiant protector of the Soviet Union, but a murderous bully who shot a young girl for no reason and abused countless others. Ashamed of all he had done, Dyatlov shot himself that morning. The camp's most abusive guard had died, just as the nameless boy wanted.

It was this incident that made Johan confront his son and reveal the truth to him. He told the boy that he was his father and his birth was the result of Project Nirvana, a collaborative effort between Germany, Italy, and Japan to use Johan to produce a Sommerist leader capable of deteriorating and disarming enemy nations from the inside out. Luna's two other children were daughters, but the project's overseers were looking for a male leader who could work his way up any political and economic ladder. The boy was left behind in the Steplag for this very reason.

Learning he was part of a eugenics project meant to produce a certain leader filled the boy with a terrible mess of emotions. But the one emotion that would prevail was hatred. Hatred for Johan and Luna. Hatred for the people overseeing the project, for the Soviets making his everyday life a living hell. The boy once yearned for a true name and a purpose in life, but knowing that he already had a purpose assigned to his existence, that he was never free to make his own choices and live his own life even if he got out of the labor camp, fueled his rage for years to come.

Over the years, Johan and the boy worked together on the next step of Project Nirvana; getting the boy out of the Steplag and set up in Hungary under a new identity. Johan was in league with a clandestine group of Soviet officials, officers, and secret police agents intent on dismantling the Soviet Union to make this happen.

After the death of Joseph Stalin, the Soviet Union underwent a brief period "de-Stalinization", an effort by the collective leadership to ease some of the laws Stalin's regime put in place. One such change was the relaxing of camp administrations guarding over the gulags across the union. This meant that the Steplag's administration were faced with the danger of losing their pay and positions. The boy saw a perfect opportunity. He began working with the camp administration to flush out reformist and revolutionary elements within the camp, primarily among those that were former members of the Organization of Ukranian Nationalists. Unjustified shootings were reported to Soviet officers as attempts at sedition, thus making it appear that the administration's presence at the camp was needed to prevent an uprising from Ukranian nationalists.

What the administration didn't know was that the boy was acting as a double agent, playing both the camp guards and the seditionists. He encouraged continued protests and uprisings from the inside, which then led to more killings at the hands of the guards, which helped the administration stay and place while also fueling resentment within the prison population. The situation reached a boiling point in May of 1954 when the strife broke out into the Kengir Uprising. The boy used the chaos to escape from the camp, then volunteered himself as an informant to the Soviet Army, watching from afar as the military crushed the rebellion and retook control of the camp.

Standing amongst the ruins and the dead, Johan confronted his son about what he had done. The boy chided Johan as a failure and an enslaver worse than that of the Soviets. Though they shared the same goals, the boy had no faith that Johan would have the strength and fortitude necessary to achieve them. Gambling with his own life, the boy allowed his father to shoot him in the head before Johan turned the gun on himself.

Someone did raise the idea of writing a spin-off about The Nameless Boy/Johan, particularly his life after posing as a Hungarian refugee in the wake of the Hungarian Revolution of 1956, and his subsequent role in manipulating the students and politicians behind the Czechoslovakian socialist movement to cause the Prague Spring...as well as the Soviet invasion that came after.

It's a fine idea! Though...one I have no current interest in writing lol It's the political and historical setup, and Johan's particular ability to both incite and dismantle such movements while remaining hidden and without getting involved in the fighting makes for some great psychological thriller material. But it's honestly something I'd have someone else write  :clapping:

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: March 25, 2023, 06:21:50 PM »
Boy it's been a while...

Was mostly busy finishing up re-writing Death by Ex-Girlfriend, then life took some weird but very fortunate turns and I ended up becoming good friends with some of my favorite streamers, which then led to me making a lot of music for them lol

So, most of these are just instrumentals but I am quite proud of them

Better Off Without You
Very Mai Yamane inspired piece tinged in 70's moodiness

The Light Will Shine On You
Original of mine, one of my personal favorites

Winter Reminiscence
Written as a melancholic Christmas instrumental. This originally had drums and bass with it and sounded more like a ballad, but I soon came to the realization that less is more and ended up with this version

The Gambler
A very fun piece with funky, Latin-tinged rhythms, a cool bass line, harmonic minor guitar harmonies, and lots of energy

By the way, I just tallied all the words of SWS and DbEG combined and it's a grand total of 1,080,247 words. Hot damn

Thanks!  :clapping: I've been looking forward to finishing this series for a while.

And sure, you can find the full series here

It's. Over.

It's finally done. Nearly 252,000 words.

I have re-written the entirety of SWS and now the entirety of Death by Ex-Girlfriend. Of course there's still some proofreading and little things to be done, but as far as the actual writing is concerned, I am finally done with this series. It was a herculean task to rewrite and improve everything, but I am glad I did it.

I'd post everything here, but it would be a mountain of spam lol if anyone is interested, I'd be glad to give the honeyfeed link to the series, or you can just search for it yourself there.

Gonna take a much needed break for a bit. Then I can finally go back to my smaller, more intimate story, Anzu!

A very thoughtful analysis indeed, Op :clapping:

I have always warned people that Osamu is secretly the villain of this entire series. It's just that no one realizes it early on. Osamu very much lives behind the veil, trapped by his own sense of helplessness and self-loathing. He was never able to see the concept of human worth in a healthy way. A man like him is doomed to either annihilate himself or take people with him. He's what happens when people lose hope in the world and themselves.

I should probably do another one for characters like Johan Sommers and Amaterasu. In fact, I think I will

A character study: What the hell is wrong with Osamu Ashikaga?  :ohmy:

Osamu Ashikaga is introduced as a relatively normal guy surrounded by not so normal and eccentric ex-girlfriends. He's honest, sincere, and cares very much about people's lives and happiness. He is always willing to make extraordinary sacrifices for others, even if it means laying down his life. But there are moments in the series where his friends begin to realize there's something...off about Osamu's altruism. It isn't natural, nor is it rational. Was he simply addicted to the thrill of being in supernatural situations? Did he enjoy being a hero? Does he have some sort of death wish? Well, let's try to answer that.


(Osamu) “You said that something worse happens when a country is defeated in the way Japan was in the Second World War. The shame, the brutalization, the erosion of that country’s sovereignty…that’s where our philosophies diverge, Taeko.”

“You think what happened was a good thing?” Taeko asked, revolted.

Osamu shook his head. “No, I don’t. Why does that mean it can’t be a solution?”

-Osamu and Taeko's philosophies come to a clash as they travel through Osamu's memories of humanity's past together

Osamu was born in Kyoto, Japan in the summer of 1998. His father was a salaryman and his mother was a chef. He lived a normal life in the suburbs of Kyoto, but it was clear he was just a bit different from most boys his age. He preferred to stay inside rather than go out. He didn't like to ride his bike or play sports, but preferred reading, drawing, and playing video games. Most of all, Osamu was very sensitive and self-conscious. He worried constantly about what others thought about him and wondered what he could do to make others happy.

Though he was bullied throughout his school years, Osamu was protected by his friends Yoko, Isabella, and Kenjo. But things took a horrible turn one day when Osamu and Kenjo witnessed a young girl get hit by a car right in front of them. Kenjo rushed to the girl's side, but Osamu was in complete shock the whole time. He couldn't even gather his senses enough to call an ambulance.

This event and his reaction to it would stick with Osamu for the rest of his life. It was the catalyst for many of the psychological issues that would come to the forefront later in the series, but it wasn't the only incident that forever changed Osamu. Ironically, Kenjo was killed in a car crash right before graduating high school. Isabella would pass away from pancreatic cancer, he would learn that Rousoku Himawari committed suicide while she was pregnant with his child, and of course, Osamu's involvement in the Inari Standoff was a pivotal moment in the series that led to the outbreak of the Third Great Holy War, Dark Dawn, and The Great Silencing, all of which were initiated by Osamu himself.

Author's Diagnosis

(Tsukiakari) “It was the Shoku Twins, Shinju. They got into his head while he was unwell.”

(Shinju)“But Osamu’s the one that approached them. He was the one that asked to see every instance of human misery history had to offer. It was wrong of them to oblige, I agree with that, but don’t you think it’s odd that someone as sensitive as Osamu would subject himself to an experience as torturous as that? Something inside him broke, Gekko. It feels like you and the others won’t give it any serious thought because you’re terrified of what you mind find out about him.”

“Are you saying Osamu was evil from the start and we just didn’t see it?”

“No, far from it. I believe with all my heart that Osamu was a good person with a kind soul. But looking back, he’s had this fatal flaw that I can’t quite put my finger on. Based off what you just told me, something’s been wrong with him ever since the day he watched that little girl die. You and the girls believe he came back a fixed man. I’m telling you that he didn’t. Whatever was wrong with him then only got worse by the time he returned to Kyoto. That’s what we didn’t see, Gekko.”

-Shinju and Tsukiakari, unable to stop Osamu's plan to destroy the world, talk about Osamu while he's away in Minavere

The most important moment in Osamu's life was the day he witnessed that little girl die right before his eyes. That incident and his reaction towards it haunted him forever. He lamented that he, a coward, lived while the girl (and by extension, Kenjo) died so violently. To him, their lives were worth far more than his own, so the cruel twist of fate was both unfair and unbearable.

Osamu sought to correct what he deemed to be fate's mistake by committing suicide, but he was stopped by Izanami. Meeting Izanami would be the next important moment of his life. Izanami talked him out of suicide and befriended him, inviting Osamu over to her shrine every night to get to know each other. Izanami had a way of making sense of tragedy. After all, her belief was that all love that is lost will eventually find its way back to people. The love we lose when our friends pass away will come back to us in the form of new friends, new experiences, and a new perspective on life.

Izanami turned Osamu's despair into a yearning to see the world and find his own worth in life. It encouraged him to leave Kyoto behind in search of that meaning, which initiated he events of the first arc.
Osamu didn't return to Kyoto with a clear head. He returned, more convinced than ever, that his life is worth less than others. He didn't interpret the worthiness of his life as a reason for him to live for himself. He saw it as a reason to lay it down for others.

His altruism is fueled by his own noble death wish, his constant search to validate his own existence and his worldview by making sure that any life worth more than his can thrive off of his death. On the outside, this seemed like simple heroism, but it turned out to be so much deeper and darker.

So, it comes as no surprise that after the Inari Standoff, Osamu snapped. His worldview and his perspective on the worth of human life didn't change at all. He simply thought to apply his perspective on a global scale.

In The End of Osamu Ashikaga, Osamu still believes the lives of his loved ones are worth more than his own, but after seeing both the past and future with the Shoku Twins, Osamu becomes convinced that most of the world is worth less than his loved ones. The lives of almost 8 billion people bore a feather's weight, while the lives of his family outweighed it entirely. He already planned to die at the end of his heinous plan, but now he was ready to take 8 billion other people with him on the way out.

In doing so, Osamu truly believed he could reset the world, break the current world order, and set forth the conditions for The Great Silencing, which would lead to eternal peace on earth. His loved ones and the future generations of humanity would be able to live in a world without war, where they could live long lives. That prospect alone was worth destroying the world and committing the single greatest act of genocide in human history.


Osamu was a normal, young man whose perspective on life and worth were forever warped by a single, traumatic event. Future tragedies and losses, as well as an overbearing knowledge of both the past and the future encouraged him to apply his ideas on a global scale. His views on life and worth made him devalue the worth of the world around him following the events of the Inari Standoff and the 7-year lead up to the Third Great Holy War. When he saw the Shinto pantheon's refusal to avoid conflict, knowing there would be a fight on their hands if they tried to kill Osamu and get Inari's blood/heart, he devalued them, for they were willing to inflict tragedy upon his family for the sake of power.

When he realized that simply prevailing over the Shinto pantheon wouldn't end the conflict, that the rest of the world and its people would wage their own war to protect the world from the possibility of Osamu using Inari's power, he devalued the world as well. He couldn't allow his loved ones to live in a world that was determined to endlessly hunt them down.

All that remained was his love and reverence for the lives of his family. His life was worth less. The Shinto pantheon was worth less. All of human civilization was worth less. Even the lives of Aika and Rei were worth less. And so, for peace to be established, it all had to be destroyed. Everyone had to die.

(…I dreamt for so long…)
The Tajik people fled from their villages with nothing but the clothes on their backs and their loved ones beside them as the shadowy silhouettes of the colossal skeletons crept over the horizon. The stampede of fleeing, terrified people raced towards the rocky, jagged mountains bordering their towns. If they had any hope of surviving this, they had to reach higher ground.

Brave mothers and fathers ran towards the mountains with their young children in their arms. The elderly, too old and slow on their own, were carried on the backs of young, virile men through each step up the mountains. None of them wanted to die, for their colorful dresses and floral garbs to become the clothes they die in. Each and every one of them wanted to live to see tomorrow.

(…About saving that little girl I saw die before my very eyes. Who would she have grown up to be? Would she have had a happy life? Would she remember me for saving her? Would any of this had happened if I simply saved her? Or even if I just never saw it?)

To the terror and dismay of the Tajik people, the demons were coming over the mountains. As those horrifying beings marched closer to the towns and villages of Tajikstan, the people began to realize just how large they were. The mountains were little more than stepping stones, and the clouds veils for their skeletal heads.

Anyone could see there was nowhere to run, no escape from the agonizing deaths Osamu Ashikaga had wished upon them. Even so, they ran down the mountains in the vague hope that everything would be okay, that they’d survive this apocalyptic disaster. They didn’t want to resign to their fate until ever last vestige of hope was lost.

When the demons encircled their towns and cut off any possible escape from certain doom, the Tajik people stopped in their tracks. A litany of terrified voices screamed out from every direction as the people realized they weren’t going to survive.

“There’s…nowhere to go!”

“Can we at least save the children?”

“Dad…are we going to die?”

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t look at them. Just hang onto me and close your eyes. No matter what happens, just hang onto me, okay? When you wake up, we’ll be in a beautiful place together. There’ll be no scary monsters. We’ll be safe. So, just…hang onto Daddy, okay?”

The rumble of skeletal march drowned out the legions of screams and pleas. Seeing no hope in running anymore, some people simply fell to their knees and beseeched God to spare their lives. Utterly dazed by the sheer size of the demons about to kill them, some people fell onto their bottoms and looked up with their mouths agape and tears staining their faces.

All of them were ground into the dirt as skeletal feet the size of Manhattan came down upon them, casting shadows over their land that grew darker and darker as their feet closed in towards the ground. People covered their heads as they sobbed and screamed for their lives, only to be flattened and silenced beneath the skeletons’ apocalyptic steps.
Anyone who wasn’t caught beneath their feet were swept up in their astral veils and burned alive along with their homes, family, and animals. The fluid in their eyeballs evaporated, every strand of hair on their bodies were singed away, their skin and facial features all reduced to a putrid, black char. Every trace of their race’s existence in this world was crushed and burned away.

(The dream never fades. It just…changes form. It keeps repeating, beginning and ending the same way, no matter what I try. The same shock…the same despair…the same regret. Each time, the girl’s face is different.)

The people of India felt the same rumble rattling their homes and shaking their streets side to side. Sirens blared across every city in the country as the Indian Armed Forces organized to evacuate everyone out of the urban areas and into rural, higher ground.

People packed themselves into cars, trains, cargo planes, anything they could to try and escape the coming wave of death. Tens of thousands of men, women, and children were trampled by their neighbors and countrymen in all the chaos, their necks and ribs breaking beneath the frantic, terrified steps of the populace. The desperate cries of those trying to escape was gradually being drowned out by the sound of the horde’s constant, unending footsteps.

“Go! Go! I don’t wanna die!”

“They’re getting closer!”

“Why won’t they start this damned train! Get us out of here!”

“We’re overpacked! They can’t start!”

“My son! Has anyone seen my son? He’s nine and has long hair! Please, I can’t leave without him!”

The Indian Armed Forces fared no better in fending off the demons than any of the world’s armies did. Artillery batteries rained salvo after salvo of high-explosive hellfire upon the demons, to no avail. Tank shells bounced off their yellow-tinged bones like drops of rain and firebombs went cold against their astral veils.

Seeing that their weapons were useless, the men of India’s army abandoned their fortified positions and ran for their lives, unable to halt or even delay the horde’s approach upon their cities. People gathered in prayer inside the nation’s Hindu temples, the tremors rattling the buildings like violent earthquakes. The once tranquil, Hindu temples were filled with people sobbing into their hands, hardly able to focus on their prayers for mercy.

(That girl…Isabella…Rousoku…Inari…so many people…I failed over and over again. Each time I thought I found meaning in my life, I was reminded just how terribly powerless I was. It’s like I keep reliving that moment all over again, when that little girl died while I did nothing. I’ll make a world without war, without hatred, a world where every person is united by one ideology. The people I loved deserved to live in a peaceful world.)

The light of the skeletons’ astral veils poured in through the windows and skylights of homes, temples, shops, and banks across the nation, the screams of the Indian people echoing for miles as they were trampled upon and set alight, the stragglers torn apart by winged shikome. Millions of people were reduced to paste in and ash in their homes, cars, and overpacked trains.

(I’ve always been able to see the beauty lying beneath the ugliness of the world. I saw the beauty in Izanami and Tsukiakari, even in Inari. Even now, I still see it in the world. It’s…more than I can take. The more I burn away, the more beautiful it is. Destroying this world…eradicating all these people…it’s the best thing I’ve ever done.)

The Hindu temples of India, the ornate mosques of the Middle East, the Mongolian Steppes, the Orthodox churches and old, Soviet-era homes of Russia were all destroyed in the global wave of destruction that spread like wildfire. No military could halt or delay it. The demons shared Osamu’s tireless resolve to destroy the world and annihilate nearly all of mankind. They wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

The horde reached the Levant and set their sights upon Israel, Egypt, the Balkans, and all of Africa. Beneath the blackened sky and under the ireful watch of the raging eclipse, billions of humans all across the world were slaughtered, their nations flattened, their bloodlines ended, and their entire race wiped away. As the demons trampled and immolated their civilizations, all that was left behind were graveyards of ash, disfigured and flattened corpses, and eerie silence.

(The future I saw…of the world ending because of ceaseless, human ambition will burn away. The conflicts my powers would’ve caused will all end before they break out. I’ll have completed my penance. I’ll have righted my first wrong and eased the world of all its burdens…

(Because I love this world. I love the people in it, the people yet to be born into it. That’s why…that’s why I have to destroy it, so they don’t inherit the mess we made. This clean slate will be their birthright.)

Within days, the horde marched upon Africa, decimating the countries of Egypt, Somalia, Ethiopia and Sudan. At the same time, Georgia, Turkey, Bulgaria, and Greece shared the fate of East Africa. Despite all military attempts to curtail the destruction, the demons carried out Osamu’s wish with undying fervor and brutality.

Osamu’s wish to end the world was unfolding perfectly. Humanity had already passed the point of no return. Every race, every nation, and every culture would be wiped away, all of them victims of the Third Great Holy War and Osamu’s desire for peace.

Within the ashes of human civilization lied the seeds for humanity’s second chance, for Amaterasu’s and Izanami’s reconciliation, and for the world to someday flourish anew, its inhabitants shackled by Osamu’s vow to abstain from war.

(Izanami…what you said to me that night when you saved my life was true. You were right. I’ve finally found beauty in this world.)

-Osamu's meditation as he sees the world destroyed during Dark Dawn

I cannot wait to be done with this lol rewriting this story has been a herculean task. What started as a fun, goofy little yandere harem story evolved into a sprawling narrative about the effects of war, familial hatred, the road to self-forgiveness, and the morality of using sweeping, catastrophic means to solve global ills. And of course, an interesting character study on Osamu as it becomes apparent he's not heroic, but a deeply damaged, misguided, and self-destructively altruistic man whose perspective on human life and the world gets warped into something truly terrifying.

But I am very ready to consider this story done and move on to other, much smaller projects. I'm surely I'll eventually get back to Six Cataclysms too lol but I'm hoping to finish my rewrite of Anzu after this is done

I have been gone a while! And I have been writing the whole time. Last time, we were at 112,000 words. Now we're at 212,000 :ohmy:

The new vampirical monarchy is named Minavere and the political crisis tearing it apart is being fleshed out more. I've especially added more to Johan's character, his background, and his philosophy. There's also some rather intriguing mystery elements regarding the true identities of the two people claiming to be Johan Sommers. Oh...and there was also a massive Russian attempt to destroy Minavere once they realized what was going on in Yakutsk.

It's a huge battle and both Osamu and Johan end up getting mortally wounded during the course of it. Osamu actually takes a bullet to the head and needs immediate brain surgery. But the medical team is torn, because saving Osamu means Minavere is spared, but the rest of the world will be destroyed. Saving Johan and giving him Osamu's blood and heart means saving the world, but Minavere and all vampire kind will be destroyed. The entire political conflict gets distilled down into this trolley problem choice.

Other than that, Osamu's plan to destroy the world has pretty much succeeded. At this point, most of human civilization has been wiped out and we got to see the destruction of the Tajiks, Indian, Japanese, Korean, and African peoples firsthand. All that's left is the Americas, and while that's happening, we come to the very familiar part in this arc's first draft where Osamu and Hima conceive their child.

The only real difference here is that Osamu uses his power to manipulate Hima into carrying out his plan for eternal peace after he's gone. After giving Hima a child, his blood, and his heart, Osamu is branded with a temporary seal that will allow him to live for just two more hours without those very vital things.

He and the Shoku twins return to Kyoto together, and since humanity has been wiped out, the twins are free to decide if they want to continue living as gods or finally be allowed death. They choose the latter and bid a very emotional goodbye to Osamu. All that's left is for him to take a stroll down memory lane, and I'll have him die in Izanami' arms, staying true to the title Death by Ex-Girlfriend.

The last few chapters deal with the aftermath of Osamu's death. Tsukiakari has to learn to forgive Amaterasu the same way Izanami did, and the family as a whole has to grapple with what Osamu did. I mean...imagine having a husband that was responsible for the near-total eradication of humanity, then went on to enslave the remnants of the species with a mind-control blood powers.

In Minavere, the only country left standing, Osamu is hailed as a national hero. Statues are built in his honor and the adage he shared with Inari becomes the official adage of Minavere's military. They set out to explore the barren world and begin the process of rebuilding civilization. And of course, not realizing she's being manipulated, Hima will inadvertently use her powers to enforce Osamu's vow of pacifism upon all living things.

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