Kaseki embraced the young boy's hug, only to wonder about the life he had lived. Sure he was young, but even someone who had not yet experienced life, did not mean they hadn't started in the wrong place. He always wondered how things would be different if he could remember his family. He wondered if he would have walked the same path that he did. And now he held a child who seemed to wish to forget about his family and the world behind him. It was a strange parallel.
"Leaves from the vine, falling so slow..." he began to sing softly and lightly. It was the only thing he remembered about his past, and as a result, his most cherished memory. He knew not where he learned it, nor who taught him the lyrics. He only knew the story, and the dream he had of it. He remembered all of his years of wandering, trying to find a home, only to find he had it all along. He wasn't running from his past, but himself.
"Like fragile, tiny shells... Drifting in the foam..." Kaseki believed that that very day he awoke to find nothing in his possession, and no one to help him, somewhat liberating. He was so young then, so innocent, and to say the least, afraid. He was lost in a world of opportunity, and the one thing that now he escaped, was going to guide him. Death.
"Little soldier boy.... " All his life he wondered if what he was doing was the right thing. All his life he wanted to redeem himself. His entire life he was looked at like a monster, when all he did was accept the dammed. Father Time and Death himself took interest in him at such a young age... "Come marching home..."
That was the reason Kaseki held so much power in his hands. That was why the gods agreed to let Kaseki hold the barrier between their realms. Kaseki would never step foot in the world of the holy, or the realm of the unholy. His kind heart was protected by a closed fist. His own anger destroyed him and repaired him daily. He was the living essence of good and evil, purity and corruption. He didn't just happen to have the evils in him bottled up under the name of Kodai.
No, Kaseki was chosen. He was the butterfly effect of a demon making his choice. He was the last to corrupt Kaseki. That demon took everything from the child that once was, to create the abomination known as Kaseki. That was the debt that was paid to him by the demons themselves. As for the gods? Kaseki was too tainted for him to be granted access into their haven. He was the barrier between life and death. Why? Because the gods took his life for their own, and the demons stole away his death. He was cursed to immortality. He was the Demon of Life. The Gatekeeper of Heaven and Hell. He was Kaseki, the creature that knew nothing but sorrow in his heart, yet wore happiness on his sleeve. "Brave soldier boy... Comes... marching... home..."