When the twins were born and Sol passed away, the twins were given the throne. There was a growing population of nekos in both the powerful light creatures and the powerful nether creatures. And now, as the rulers of their gods, were also two of the most powerful nekos to walk in the presence of the humans.
It was strange to see so many nekos crowding the counsels and lining the halls, in the battlefields, and the hospitals, but none made quite an impression like the one whose image would be copied over and over from now into eternity.
The angel prince sat on a rock, meditating in the meadow, awaiting the return of his newest and favorite playmate. “Neko!” Anika called. “Neko, come on out!” She stepped into the clearing to find herself staring at a silent little kitten. He was the most beautiful and childlike of the neko, because he was the first and the one true Neko. Genderless in appearance and fearless in heart, he had made himself a warrior that nobody could come up against, even when his odds were sinking and he was on the brink of death. With Zaika around, nobody could ever kill the prince.
Anika approached with caution and grace. When she reached his rock, she took a silent seat next to him.
He made a plate of food appear in front of her, and she realized she had been very hungry. As she silently thanked him and began to eat, he went back to meditating. The child that he was at heart, was not as old as he was at soul.