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A silent scream throbs through robust shells, swallowing thy never ending hole. Whose mourning plates of meat illuminate concrete discreet, to those who grime in brine, a glazed cup of wine. Enchanting those who divine.
Thy cup was filled to the brim, airless and grim. Equal to an angel, whose decaying feathery sight dwells apart. A sorrowful mind, preserved in a joyful cadaver. Devour, thy blasphemy-filled cadaver.
It hurt like hell.
"What the fuck is going on?" You uttered, as an invisible force pressed your limbs inhumanly together.
You tried to move your body, but to no avail. It felt like every molecule was glued together, and stuck to the ground.
"PAIMON CAN'T MOVE! LUMINE, (Y/N) HELP!"
You wanted to cover your ears, run and go. 'Curse this bitch, for drugging my body somehow.'
"There's no use." The woman chuckled, as she approached your stiff body steadily.
Your sweat rolled down your throbbing skin, meanwhile the sound of her heavy steps danced around your ears. All of you were so close to getting out of this weird place! And she decides to captivate you now, even thought you haven't done anything to her! Yet, you tend to forget how much the Archons loved toying around with your poor vessel, and decided that gifting you with having another difficulty would be... rather... appealing for your state.
You noticed at the very beginning that something wasn't quite... right with this bar. However, the damage has been done, and you're basically obligated to overthrow the woman and get out as fast as possible right now.
'Fuck Lumine and her grandiose idea to stop at this murky place!'
You slowly lowered your gaze to the ground, purposely avoiding the woman's unpleasant grimace. Her long smile reminded you of the infamous Harbingers, whose faces always seemed to be so serious, but knew how to carry a poisonous — quite enchanted smirk. A smirk, you could never mistake for another. A malicious pattern, cherished by their soulless minds.
Once she turned to look at her other two captivated beings, you tried to move your hands. You weren't able to feel them at all, and there seemed to be no noticeable movement. Yet, to your surprise, you could identify the cold touch of the air on your smallest finger. You focused on moving it, twisting and twirling it around, only to be met with a glorious discovery. There it was... right there...
