'Long time, no Speak' [Shinda]

Shinda found himself smiling into death. The pain wasn't there anymore, as he'd died, his niece had removed it for him. Eira was a good girl, a kindness like her fathers, it made Shinda smile to think of that family he'd been accepted into. Despite how he was leaving them. But as much as Shinda wanted to cling onto life to be with them, there was another family, who had waited a long time to finally see him again, and vice versa. There was a face he needed to see, to remember once more and replace the faded ones he'd carried in life. Death felt weightless, one moment Shinda felt like he was sinking into the ground, the next, he was flying. In a void of darkness, he floated, his body without feeling, and yet relaxed. Shinda swore he saw himself, below, his body, those around it. And, whilst it might just be an illusion, he still smiled sadly, giving them his last thanks and farewell. 

Then he was gone, blackness took him, but only for a short while, or perhaps forever. Time had no place in death, so Shinda had no idea how long he was floating in that abyss for. But, eventually, there was a light. A light beyond any other light that filtered into Shinda's eyes, hugging his vision in a warmth, as if he'd never been able to see before now. And around him, every noise imaginable, but not in a chaotic mixture, no. The sounds around him formed a symphony of sound, giving Shinda's ears the same warmth his eyes received. Every sense seemed to be comforted, in this strange place of light. Shinda felt his legs, and arms, and found himself walking. It felt strange, having his body move against his will, but Shinda let it happen, something told him he was going the right way, despite everything around him looking the same. 

The surroundings didn't seem to change, the noise, the light, it was the same. But, there was one thing new, that appeared all of a sudden. Shinda felt something crash into him, a young voice piercing the harmony around him. And Shinda looked down to see a strange little girl, hair pure white, skin a mix of red and pale. And despite knowing he never met this child before, Shinda's eyes watered, and in death, Shinda knew this child was his. He held her close, unable to form words, then looked up to hear his name, and someone his heart knew so well. And at last Shinda had a crystal clear image of the woman he loved, as she stood before him, after waiting so long for his arrival. Shinda broke down too, it was just too easy to do so. Sayo moved first, and Shinda was two thousand years ready to hold her again. "S... Sayo!" He mumbled, face folding into the side of her neck, unable to do anymore for now. 

Shinda chuckled, it sounded a little gurgled under the tears, but the Demon was honestly overjoyed. He held on to Sayo for as long as he could, only loosening his hold when she addressed the little one. Ah, so this was his. Shinda's eyes swam in tears, but he pushed them away as he knelt down on one knee, looking over little Musume. Stroking her hair, then holding one hand to her face, "You did that for me? Thank you so much... oh little one... you look so much like your mother." He muttered, placing a kiss on her forehead. She was perfect, part of Shinda wished she'd seen the living world... but if this was death, then it wasn't a bad alternative. He got back up, a hand on Musume's head still, whilst taking Sayo in the other arm, kissing her cheek, then almost snorting. "Oh I bet he's being holding that in for a long time..." He commented. If time meant anything here, which Shinda doubted. A lot of things about Death were confusing, but perhaps that was the whole point. Shinda looked to to Sayo, then behind him. "I... I understand. Ever since I got out of a place between life and death, I wanted to see you again. But... I suppose I didn't think I was forgiven yet. I'm not sure if I am now... but I know when my time's up, I hope everyone down there knows it too."