I never wanted to be Hijiri Byakuren.

Though, it did make for my most interesting past existence.

My name wasn’t Byakuren. I don’t remember anything about my supposed brother that was a major plot point from my lore in Touhou Undefined Fantastic Object. I was…kind of a bad person, actually.

A magician studying the dark arts, perceived by the outside world as a kind-hearted buddhist, "the savior of youkai!" Was it all a sham? I lost myself in that identity at times.

My followers had the best of intentions. Why wouldn’t they? I was the false advertiser, they were the poor fools buying what I was selling.

I don’t remember how I fell into my role. Naturally, I guess. I was made for it. To be their light, their holy fire. A false prophet that eventually became honest. One day I realized I had begun to believe my own lies.

Hell is a decent place, actually.