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"To become who you want to be, you must sacrifice who you are." ___
The fallen leaves tell a story.
The Rose Blood rained from the planets sorrow. Formed in the womb of a blood fall wish. In our home, across the fog, the Lands Between. The dead perishing in the flames of sin. Their blood rotten of impurity.
Now, Queen Selene the Eternal Mother is one with the Core, tied in the same roots of the Ancients.
Soon, the world was created. The Stars' offsprings, the Gods of a cycle all, claimed the shards of Light and Dark. And in the night of the black moon, Nyx the Mortal who loved a God was perished in front of her lover, Janus the Beginner of Creation.
The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Seeds pulse.
A war from which no Lord arose.
A war from which no God saw coming.
A war leading to abandonment of the Greater Will.
A war that will create a new Hell.
Light and Dark no longer held hands. And the Blood Eclipse casted down the Eye of thee Taint.
The Daemons and Night Walkers will arise from the mouth of Hell.
Slaughtering the innocent, the unfortunate, and the ones who deserved death.
Only in truth, the Lords will abandon their thrones, and the Unkindled will rise.
The world will be drenched in misery, the people will cry, and the Gods will fight.
Until they cannot.
The world will stop. And the Gods will remain asleep until the next war comes.
Arise now, ye Tarnished. Ye dead, who yet is to live.
The call of long lost grace speaks to us all. A Tarnished of renown.
Nameless accursed undead, unfit even to be cinder.
