Searching For Death

A beautiful man waltzed through a lush green garden. He smiled brightly as he walked past visitors to his grand temple. The large garden was flanked by multiple small temples and shrines to the shinigami. People would come to this place to pray to them or send offerings to appease them. Others would come to pray for or send gifts to their loved ones who had long since been claimed by the icy hand of death. There was a large graveyard beyond the garden where those who made donations to the temple could bury their loved ones in hopes that they may have a forever restful peace. The so called "death cult" had sprung up in the recent months very quickly. People seemed to be very interested in the first grand temple dedicated to the shinigami. However the man's good looks were no doubt helping them draw visitors, he had quite the population of fans.

His name and face were quite well known around the shinobi lands and most of the visitors in the garden would come greet him or shake his hand. They loved the service he provided and he was happy to help them. All around the temple others dressed in specially woven black robes walked around. Instructing visitors on the correct methods of prayer or guiding them to where they desired to be. Some simply chatted casually with others. It was a very friendly place which made Kagiri think "death cult" was even funnier. "He had chosen the name to poke fun at those who had opposed the idea of his temple, calling him a devil or a madman. However as the world modernized most of the new generation didn't share the same views as their older counterparts. Kagiri smiled as he shook another visitors hand and bid them a pleasant day as he retired to a comfortable wooden bench within the park. He stared off into the colorful garden and watched the colors dance.