C'est la vie - A Collection

Avarcia • Part 1

" the PAST is an UNSOLVED MYSTERY and the TRUTH is a MOVING TARGET "

AVARCIA = GREED

In a world consumed by insatiable greed, The Covetous Relics hold unimaginable power. Legends speak of those who controlled them, shaping history to satisfy their desires. Now, three chosen individuals, the knight, the ghost and the enchantress must protect the relics from the clutches of greed and confront an ancient darkness. AVARCIA weaves a tale of power, destiny, and a relentless pursuit for salvation. Will they harness the relics for good, or will darkness prevail? Embark on a thrilling adventure and unlock the secrets of The Covetous Relics and it's peculiar prophecy in this captivating journey. Are you ready for more?

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The room was enveloped in a hazy, moonlit glow as the broken glass window allowed pale rays to filter through. In the midst of the dimness, a figure sat before a gleaming mirror, whispering words into the silence. Her voice, slurred by intoxication, struggled to form coherent sentences.

The room exuded an air of decadence and neglect, a testament to a life lived on the edge. Her discarded heels lay in a disheveled heap, forgotten remnants of nights filled with dance and allure. The once-lustrous bearskin coat, now draped carelessly on the dusty wooden floor, whispered of opulence lost to the passage of time. Empty glass bottles, scattered like fallen soldiers, bore witness to her nocturnal indulgences, their contents drained in moments of reckless abandon.

Amidst the haze of smoke that clung to the air, her beauty emerged as a mesmerizing contradiction. Despite the remnants of a wild night scattered about, her allure was unmistakable. Disheveled locks cascaded around her face, framing eyes that held a hint of mischief and a world of secrets. Her lips, adorned in a vibrant shade of purple macaron lipstick, curled into a sly smile.

Contrastive to the palace and her controversial presence, the lone mirror, positioned in front of her, shimmered with an otherworldly radiance. It seemed to possess its own source of illumination, casting an ethereal glow upon the figure and the room.

"The guardians... Oh, let's not speak of them. They know naught of their responsibilities, nor of their true selves," she mumbled, her words barely audible. The mirror continued to shine, as if infused with a mysterious energy.

"I shall do my utmost, Master. Yet, that guardian... Oh, grant me..." Her sentence trailed off, interrupted by the sudden arrival of a man cloaked entirely in black, wearing a mask and hoodie. In his hand, he held a cell phone, hastily making his way toward the figure bathed in pale moonlight.

"What? Who dares disturb me at this ungodly hour? I expected documents, not a mere phone!" she bellowed, her anger resonating through the darkness. In an instant, a glass bottle flew through the air, colliding with the wall and shattering into countless shards, staining the wooden floor with splatters of crimson liquid.

"It's Mondi, ma'am. Thought it might be urgent..." the man spoke, his voice tinged with caution. He retreated slightly, aware of the fiery temper that consumed the figure in the dimly lit room.

"Huh? What business does that fool have with me? We concluded our deal ages ago..." she growled, her frustration palpable. The man remained silent, his form poised to depart.

"Wait! Bring it here. Let me see what this is. If it's not of utmost importance, he shall face the consequences tonight!" she exclaimed, her words laced with a menacing tone. The man cautiously handed her the phone, wary of her volatile temperament.

She grasped the device carelessly, her throat clearing with a resounding echo that reverberated within the small, empty room. Her lips, adorned in a vibrant shade of purple macaron lipstick, twisted into a displeased frown as she prepared to delve into the unexpected message.