Part 1 THE WRONG SIDE OF THE VEIL

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Surprise: my reflection in the glass, when expected to look like a boy, it actually looked like... it whispered... Nothing... You're... NOTHING.

That's what you are.

While in other lands the actual boy-bride of Christ was left to wait for nothing in that wedding dress.

So it was all wrong. All wrong.

And now, ashes upon ashes of time after, I'd ask of You, guilty God, the impossible favour, a horrible request: rebirth me at once into a most powerful knight, so I can slash time with my sword.

Cut the rope, be the violent right one. Rape the extreme will of the damsel in such distress. Drag him by his fabled hair, claimed back from Death, his voice screaming

again.


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