magic rings and solar powers do not mix; with @mpxtsukuyomi and eventually @mperosx based on this
[[A/N: This thread will be set in flashback, tw: violence]]
One moment, Amaterasu was admiring the look of the tourmaline ring around her right hand (the only free hand, as her wedding ring was on the left), and the next she was aware of a gripping pain that brought her to her knees, calf knocking hard against the corner of her coffee table.
The scream came unbidden from her throat, piercing and agonizing that for a few beats she could only curl up against the carpet, trying to hear her mind over the pain.
The pain seemed to envelope her, pressing her down unto the floor, that which she could not recall she had felt last. It was impossible for her kind to feel this much pain, unless it was her own divinity that---
As if in response to her thought, the hand with which the ring nestled in throbbed, and another wave of stabbing pain crippled her from getting up. It was so intense like being blinded by her own abilities, burning her from the inside out, she could barely see---
“Enough!” The words tumbled out of her lips in her native tongue, her own powers struggling to pull her out of the pain, only for it to double down with that flare of her own ability.
Unconsciously, luminous discs materialized before Amaterasu, curled up on the carpet. Where once they would have provided her comfort, the corporeal manifestation of her solar powers seemed too intense, burning hot against the different kind of burn that emanated from the ring on her finger.
Cold, cold, cold, like the harshest winter lanced up and down her arm as the solar discs whizzed around her, as if in protest to the pain they could sense from their master. She could barely open her eyes, Amaterasu could barely make sense of what was happening around her, could hear the crash and loud sounds of furniture and glass breaking, of muffled voices and shouts of protest. All throughout there was pain. Burning, overwhelming, crippling pain.
Time seemed to stop and move fast all out once, the divinity within her vessel was screaming loudly in protest. Through the haze of the pain she tried to understand: Take off the ring! The ring! But she could not understand---when was the last time she felt this kind of pain? This anger? Blindly, Amaterasu searched for it, trying to make sense of what was happening---her physical body thrashing against the cool tiles of her apartment floor even as her divinity desperately searched for a time, a moment, to make sense of what was happening. Hands clawed for the solar discs, as if to hold unto something that was her, that was familiar, to understand the agony that she was in. And soon as the hand with tourmaline ring touched one of the discs, it reacted.
And then there she was. Amidst the wreckage of broken furniture and shattered glass, was the curled up form of an Empress of ancient times, dark hair falling down her back like a silk waterfall, clad in robes that hadn’t been seen since the creation of her homeland.
A voice seemed to say, as a shuddering breath escaped her. The ring now bound to her finger like a shackle, the finger now filled with spider-web thin dark scars, like shadows spilling forth. In her other hand, a katana materialized, made from the very same energy the discs had been. The goddess could hear somebody speaking, muffled as if the world hadn’t quite yet returned to its axis. With another shuddering breath she tries to rise. Behold.
Raising her chin, her hair falls from her moon-white, tear-stained face, golden eyes now burning all too bright. The katana as if in response, glows too, and in answer the ring in her hand hisses, as if gripping the goddess back into its thrall.
