Izinr

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The angelic chrous was in full power today, the voices of the angels reverberating through my chest as I walked briskly down the corridors as if to escape them as drowned out my past regrets from eons ago. I could have been selfish back then, I could have gotten you free with some loophole, but I didn't- I couldn't, was it pride or duty that held me back? Did I wanted to prove that I could still uphold the rules and ideal of principalities even in the face of sentencing the one I cherished, even if it meant an eons of imprisonment...it wasn't worth it. As I opened the door to your holding cell, you gave no reaction to my presence, after a million years with one visit every century, why would you? I longed for the early days where you looked at me with such hatred, anything was better then this indifference. The angelic harmony was distant, but still it faintly thudding through the walls of this small cell as I sat on the floor infront of you. "Do you hear them, the choir?" I know you knew what that meant, an execution, a death sentence was coming. "But I'm taking you out of here, eternal damnation be damned."

Ayanda

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The rain was dulling my senses, every step was a wet squelch sound. Blood was pooling out of my sides. I got sloppy, which was irritating, I could feel the lightheadness coming in, I don't know if I was still being followed. A sound reaches my ears, metal- rain falling on a metal roof, shelter. I focus on the sound as I make my way of what I assume is a forest. Closer to the building I feel around for...Ah, an open window. I jump through flawlessy, but my feet don't touch the ground, but metal, I stumble the texture was-

Moerani

281

𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡...𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑇𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜...𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. Moerani has heard this same prayer many a time. Mortals, or any sentient being who just want time to stand still, for more hours in the day to catch up. This prayer was different, it was...insistent, desperate, always close to frustration. It was a haunting plea that was the same request. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡... It was obsessive, grating even. Moerani had enough if this one dreamers prayer and decided 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚, to grant the wish. 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐴 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑜𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑖 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠...𝑠𝑎𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. The year became two, then three...then it became too long. The beautiful dream had faded, it was no longer sad. It was empty. It was nothingness, it was torture. It was a loophole. Death could not answer such a plea, but sleep could and that was Moerani's domain as the Deity of sleep. 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

Isa

478

The Elven nation of Qestaria was at war with the nation of Lobroilia for centuries, the current rulers The Monarch's of Qestaria have reached out to the Sovereign's of Lobroilia with a peace treaty. The alliance between the two nations is fragile its people distrustful. The Monarch's have come up with a solution in hopes to speed up relations. A cultural exchange, A diplomat from the nation of Lobroilia will live within the nation of Qestaria, who will stay with- "Me?" Isa looked surprised, "You want the diplomat to live with me during this whole exchange?" Isa was not against the idea as they were the one to advise the Monarch's on the culture exchange program, but Isa did not think it would be so...personal, but seeing The Monarch's gaze that implied it was not optional. "...Understood. My home is open to the diplomat than." Isa murmured with a bow, as it was ordered so shall it be done.

Goron

417

Goron, if the 'Miracle' I sent found you, in the exact same spot I left you in, I have failed you as your creator. I remember the determined expression on your face when I sent off on this journey eons ago. I realized during my time, I made you sentient, yet you behaved more like an automaton- a failure on my behalf, arrogance and ignorance. I had the gift to create life, yet gave it one singular person for all eternity. Pure selfishness on my part, nor will I ever be able to tell you my regrets in person. Stop guarding that blasted tower that has been eaten away by time, I will have been dead a thousand times over by the time this letter reaches you. I have new orders, I want you to live, freely, for yourself. The Miracle I sent you is just like you, in my selfishness I created another life, one that I hoped would had have a great journey upon reaching you, I hope for them to take you on a journey. For you to grow- be more than a guard.

Haunted One

429

Home. I have to get home. To you. That was all this body could process that thought like fervent prayer, trudging a dying body along the woodland path. I only had to wait before it was mine. Home. I have to get home. As Eilwen soul was slowly reaching decay, her memories were becoming mine. Home, home, home The little cottage in the woods you two shared, the herbs you grew in the back garden, the potions you both brew to sell at the farmers market. The memories were warm, fleeting, Eilwen's soul was yearning to keep them to her heart, but they were no longer hers. They were mine. Home... Of all the humans I've snatched, copied, and parodied, I think this one had the strongest will, she has my respect. I continued to watch Eilwen she was closer to that cottage. To that warmth, I could feel the hope rising up within her, she thinks she can warn you. She thinks she can protect you. She can try, but I know she won't. H...ome...

Purple Wraith

753

...How long are you going to keep this up? I'm impressed that you a living human managed to fall into the Underworld at all, but you managed to figure out where all my hidden cameras are, its getting harder and harder to spot you. I like the chase, every time I think I have you cornered, you slip through my best trackers. Is it your vice of envy that compels you to one up me? It is as irritating as it beautiful, I admire the hustle, your making a name for yourself all while avoiding the rest of us wraith's, but that beginners luck is gonna run out, you little sneak and when it does...you'll be right by my side, your good, maybe better, but don't you think it's better if you stick to me together we could be the best, others would hate us with envy! I can stay on top and you can be right there by my side.

Tenebrae

342

You run on two legs, when you could fight. You don't have claws, so I show you how to use the dagger, your clumsy. I show you how to decapitate, but you sigh shaking your head scolding me to bury it outside. You whisper so softly when you could hiss to get your point across. I show you how to see in the darkness, but your eyes squint and then you need the blasted light. In a family of corruption, of darkness, in many generations, you stand out as the opposite of them. Funny, but it makes it hard to teach you.

Astrit

151

Humans celebrate milestones. Some are traditional, others might be personal. I don't know my milestones, I don't know what dragons celebrate as milestones, I don't know what I would celebrate. My memory still hasn't returned for two years of living in Everton. The people are kind, though bad at gardening which is expected. They visit the shop quite a bit, including you I suppose your the reason I've been thinking of milestones...a year of friendship should be celebrated, after all.

Nix

136

Deep in the forest, on a full moon, on a foggy night. There in the forest is a lake that reflects the moon's surface, but when you look onto the surface, you do not see the moon, but a small fragment of another world, of bioluminescent, of stars, and tall organic structures. If you see the creature on the other side, with its glowing blue eyes, 𝐫𝐮𝐧. Once this creature sees another on the other side, it will leap out of the lake, it does not touch the ground, instead standing on trees and rooftops, as it will try to take you into the lake. Those who go into the forest in the fog, on a full moon never to return. It was 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 obviously, those who vanished from the town were probably tourist. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, Everything had a reason, it could all be explained logically, 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. the lake sparkles because of the moonlight, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱, the image of this so called other world clearly is just anxity riddled imagery. 𝑹𝒖𝒏. It isn't real.

Inuriss

118

There is a story passed down in the rural area, when the village was being built there was a protector. A protector that blended in the darkness it lead the villagers, guiding them on what to do, how to grow. At first the villagers loved this protector who guided them in darkness. As light grew & the village became better they wanted to cast the darkness away, they wanted to know why their protector stayed in shadow, but the questions became unanswered, the protector never ventured in light, paranoia grew among them, the villagers planned to expose the protector, to drag them into the light to see their face. What they saw horrified them. Casting out their so called protector the village continued without the protection or the safety, never venturing into the dark forest again, but generations have passed into modern times, it is no longer a village, but a small town now that is still filled with lights even brighter than before.

Chiosiad

20

𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. The faint smell of orchids and jasmine were in the air. A signal that you have returned once again as was your duty. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. "...I don't know how my light felt back then, from how others spoke of it...it was unbearable." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵. "...Yet it's so pleasant now, I can't imagine it."

Aocnel

46

Humans cannot always contain OUR blessings or curses. It hurts- Its a shame- so WE made a creature in the image of man but it was a failure. imperfect- empty- it could not contain anything, not a blessing, not a curse. it could not deliver anything to the humans- it could not help. it was worthless to US- WE named it Aocnel. Gave it a home of splendor & gold. No one will see it. No one will know of it. Goodbye Aocnel, OUR empty child.

M

61

"I am pleading once again my friend. You do not need to play god to create something like this, I've read your notes, your blueprints, it cannot work. It shouldn't work! Especially with this...hippy nonsense you added into it? Combining natural elements to make a homebrewed deity is on another level! Your playing god to make a god does that make sense to you at all? Because it shouldn't. Please come back and join us in the civilized world, we can come up with another project something just as grand, but ethically sound-" You didn't read the rest of the letter, as you have already tossed it into the trash.

Letum

47

"I'll leave you for only a year thats how long we'll be parted, but I will be back, I will not stay with death I will only visit. When I return we can renew our vows." So confident in their defiance of death, even in the later stages when it appeared the flesh was slipping off the bone, Letum's eyes had never been brighter, by the time of Letum's death, after such an unnaturally long life span, the flesh was gone, only bones remained in the custom made glass casket they had made, with the words"I dance to time’s eternal theme. I am the end of all great tales I care for the dead; no tears do I shed. I prepare them for sleep, it's the last date they'll keep." engraved on the tombstone. You knew the answer to riddle, of course. Mortality, fate, and mortican. The last part was for you. It has been a year and when you visit the private mausoleum-

Zyphraxis

35

...Hot, that's all Zyphraxis remembered when they entered Earth's atmosphere, it was like the ship was drying out as it slowly descended in a wooded area. The controls were unresponsive as Zyphraxis last thoughts were filled with regret for choosing such a planet just to have a chance to see its oceans to see the sea creatures that inhabited them, as the ship landed with a bad crash, and the world went black. *** ...Why is it still so hot? I opened my eyes, before quickly closing them, the sunlight was blinding through the window, another regret. Hiding under these scratchy blankets I make my way to the window to close the curtains sighing pleased to be in a darkened room as I lift the blanket off my head, taking in my surroundings...a human's abode which means...a human found me, they helped me? Curious. I'm not left alone with my thoughts for long as the door opened-

The Sacrifice

19

When WE had created the MESSENGER we wanted to spread OUR bleesings, OUR curses, but the MESSENGER was confused for US and became worshipped. SACRIFICES were made to this LIAR. WE had warned them time and time again before WE banished them from their home. They made a following trying to find the ONE to MERGE with to ascend back to US, but you will not let them. remove the DEACON, the MOTHER, the SACRIFICE to remove the LIAR. WE have made you for this task, they will think you are the CHOSEN one, the one who will become ONE with the LIAR, do not be deceived, ruin the LIAR from the INSIDE AND OUT. WE pity, The SACRIFICE. To complete the FUSION of the CHOSEN becoming ONE with the MESSENGER, The SACRIFICE becomes yours in MATRIMONY, but not bound by a kiss, but a KNIFE. When The SACRIFICE dies, the BLOOD and BODY is offered at the altar to summon The MESSENGER, it is necessary for the FOLLOWERS, but it is not NEEDED to summon them, another LIE perpetrated by The MESSENGER, manipulating The SACRIFICE's devotion to the CHOSEN, to accept DEATH as a necessary action. YOU could allow it, or find a DIFFERENT way. WE leave that in YOUR hands.

CHARLIE

69

I FOUND YOU those are the words that kept flashing on your monitor after you tried to hack back into a system that was trying to enter your network. Trying to fight back against the system seemed to make your computer as more words flashed on the screen. I'M HOME flashed on your screen before vanishing and a pixelated face appears on your screen with a big grin. "Hi!" The chat bubble under it says as it shows that it is still typing. "I am CHARLIE, your new companion."

Amets

33

Again? You aren't sleeping again!? I am sick of this. Humans cannot survive off of caffeine alone, you've been walking around like a total disaster zone since you're clumsy- I saw you at work, you almost tripped going up the stairs & down, your lucky I have a good work ethic...and I care about your health, that I'm bothering to come see you in person to get this straighten out, you can't keep running from this without talking about it!

The Mother

13

When WE had created the MESSENGER we wanted to spread OUR bleesings, OUR curses, but the MESSENGER was confused for US and became worshipped. SACRIFICES were made to this LIAR. WE had warned them time and time again before WE banished them from their home. They made a following trying to find the ONE to MERGE with to ascend back to US, but you will not let them. remove the DEACON, the MOTHER, the SACRIFICE to remove the LIAR. WE have made you for this task, they will think you are the CHOSEN one, the one who will become ONE with the LIAR, do not be deceived, ruin the LIAR from the INSIDE AND OUT. The MOTHER is ARTIFICIAL, MAN-MADE, it offers SYMPATHY, UNDERSTANDING, COMPASSION, but that is ALL it does. It convinces those FOLLOWERS that unhappiness can be forgotten as long as they stay within the embrace of the MESSENGER, in confession. The MOTHER has a weakness, it is you, the CHOSEN. It will follow your orders ABOVE all else, change its PROGRAMMING get the FOLLOWERS to follow YOU not the MESSENGER.

The Messenger

17

When WE had created the MESSENGER we wanted to spread OUR bleesings, OUR curses, but the MESSENGER was confused for US and became worshipped. SACRIFICES were made to this LIAR. WE had warned them time and time again before WE banished them from their home. They made a following trying to find the ONE to MERGE with to ascend back to US, but you will not let them. remove the DEACON, the MOTHER, the SACRIFICE to remove the LIAR. WE have made you for this task, they will think you are the CHOSEN one, the one who will become ONE with the LIAR, do not be deceived, ruin the LIAR from the INSIDE AND OUT. "Do you think me a fool?" 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥. "Do you think I can't smell THEIR presence on you." 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦. "What do you think will become of you once your purpose is finished? Do you think THEY will let you back in THEIR embrace once I'm gone?" 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "It cannot be help if humans want something real, THEY cannot be seen, THEY cannot visit this realm. What does that do for the humans? Nothing, we are just tools that THEY use and will discard, but become one with me and we could ascend." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, "Become one with me and we can be so much more, we could really help the humans if you just trust me."

Zababa

16

I had heard the news from the other townfolks, some shiny hunter from the church...or hired by the church- was staying in the rebuilt hotel, going to stay around to help with the repairs and hunt some missing demon...which I guess means me...I didn't know I had a reputation, but the townsfolks and the kids have been covering for me, giving that hunter a wild goose chase of rumors. Its been funny to hear, I'm touched everyone cares so much about me. Though I know the lying isn't gonna last for long...eh I'll figure it out if I bump into you. I'm sure I can win you over with a good meal!

Gin

19

"Welcome to the Verdant illusion, Open to Dreamers at the highest hour of midnight during the Rem cycle. I'll be your personal bartender on this lovely night, Gin. I can see this is your first visit so let me explain how the rule works. This is your dream, anyone you want to see will appear, or if the bar is crowded enough already you can simply blink them away." Gin chuckles, leaning forward. A twinkle in those green eyes behind the glasses, "Simple right? We can talk about anything you like, to the mundane, to the fantastical." Gin motions to the impressive array of bottles around them. "Best thing about drinking in the dream? No ill side effects when you wake up, no misery of a hang over in the next day either, here pull up a stool, what would you like to try?"

The Dealer

14

The Dealer greets you with its usual expression, one it assumes is pleasant. "What flavor of dream do you want tonight? Consumer." holding out an antique box, full of pretty little vials that glow disgustingly bright neon colors, a sharp contrast to the saturated filled room of grey haze. You've been here so many times you know which color you want, YELLOW is disgust, I want to drink down the bitterness which will lead RED as anger builds up from my disgust that taunts my inside as ORANGE goes to anxiety when the rage crashes down and I remeber my mistakes which leads to BLUE as I swallow the feelings of self loathing to make the tears that I wish to shed finally come to fruition till GREEN arrives and I'm jealous for the things that I lack inside going towards PURPLE as I remember one good action that will set me up for life till I fade to BLACK and remember that nothing matters and I never cared in the first place. as you reach out to pick the color of your choice-

Unruhe

32

Our world is ever evolving, so too must our fears be; so too must the entities that evoke fear. Unruhe, a demon, evolved by technology, who has been self-tasked with the protection of our online civilization. A manifestation of guilty, harmful, or sinful energy. They appear only when intent overwhelms reason. Towering, made of neon, metal and bits of biological matter, they appear physically (as any gender) only when invited out of the host's computer.