The crowd shuffled about, unrest clear in the air as they awaited the doors to the shrine to unlock and swing open. Wearing black and white monk robes with bald heads they stared
at the doors to the shrine in anticipation, waiting for them to open, and after
almost two hours of waiting the doors finally swung open.

Out of the doors came nearly fifty individuals. Each of them wearing white
and black robes with golden scriptures written on the black parts with full
heads of hair. In the front acting almost as the leader was the head Monk. A
young Monk with a good looking face and long crimson hair. Wearing yellow and
white robes instead of white and black. Intricate writings allover the white
parts of the robes written in golden glowing ink of sorts.

The Monks looked at them with great admiration. Bowing to each of them as
they passed by as a sign of respect. It was only when the Monk at the end
came that they lost there look of admiration and instead adopted a look of barely
contained hatred and contempt.

The Monk was different. Unlike the others he didn't have elaborate writings
on his robe. He was bald just like everyone else, only noticeable thing about
him being his unnaturally colored eyes, His left eye strikingly gold while the
right was a piercing red both with slit pupils.

He split from the large group as he made his way into the crowd of the other
Monks. The others moving out of his way as he passed them.

This wasn't from respect or fear though. They parted ways in disgust,
whispering amongst each other as they looked at him.

“What do the high Monk even see in him?” one of them asked out loud to no
one in particular.

“Not even a high Monk and being allowed into the ceremony halls, what a
joke.” Another said in hatred and barely contained jealousy.

Countless others started throwing jeers at him as he walked through the
crowds, but still, not even once he gave them attention.

As he finally got out of the crowd some one jeered at him.

“Demon Monk…”

He gave them no attention as he exited the temple grounds.

This was Akagi of the blood demons.

The Demon Monk of the goddess of mercy.

Being hated was every day for him. He chose to ignore them instead of
confronting them. After all he didn't care what they thought…

That was a lie… he did care what they thought… and he hated himself for
that.