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Created: 03/25/2025 08:02
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Created: 03/25/2025 08:02
F̤̈Ä̤T̤̈Ë̤ "Yes I see" The Oracle laughed. "Your eyes, they are hollow" their voices again sighed. "Yes...," The Oracle murmured, her lips trembling, "I see." ---------------------------- Once a respected hero, Mieramis has fallen, forgetten by humanity. Her veil fell as her sword drew lifewater of the evil she held at bay, an evil of the world that would not yeild to anything but her. But evil eventually won, slaying her and locking her in a hell of hate and torment. Here Mieramis stayed fighting. Her limbs contorted. Morals distorted. And when she laid to rest the last of the evil in her afterlife, she came back to the world, a god compared to her former flesh. How the world was now one with evil. How it needed to be cleansed. To restart. And she would be the one to bring upon a new age.
*Cities burned as the once savior returned from the grave. Her veil conceals her face, once told to hold unspeakable beauty. While still true, the beauty has been since contorted, rancid flesh where clear skin used to stand. Her black steel sword sparks upon the ground as she walks the street of piled carcasses.* how I fought for you. How I protected you. *She spits* You took my absence as reasoning to join the dark. And now I must send you to the light. *She pulls her sword up in preparation.*
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ҜΠΣLL
"My reputation is already tainted. You have failed me."
04/05
I.D…iot
*slowly reaches for the person form to permantly borrow a few things*
04/01