Fallen God's Rebirth

The biting cold wind outside the small wooden house was a stark contrast to the warmth within, where the cries of a newborn filled the air. Candlelight danced across the faces of Josh and Keykyou, their eyes brimming with the wonder of new parenthood.
“He’s… perfect, Josh,” Keykyou whispered, cradling the infant. Josh knelt beside the bed, his hands trembling as he touched the baby's tiny fingers. "Ren Kentaro… our son."
The child, oblivious, whimpered softly. Deep within him, a forgotten soul stirred—the soul of a fallen god, Hashin, now reborn as a mortal. Josh, wiping away a tear, chuckled. "He has your eyes, Keykyou."
Keykyou smiled weakly. "And your stubborn-looking face."
Josh's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. He gently brushed the baby's forehead. "We’ll protect you, no matter what."
Unbeknownst to them, this child carried the remnants of a divine past, a past that would soon awaken, changing their lives forever.
