A green sweater on frail shoulders, shaky hands, that let go of a small, hunting knife, clenched teeth, and a rage-filled gaze.
That was the recipe for the young girl standing before a bloodshed. You might think that a crimson-red liquid stained her hands, but you'd be wrong.
For she knew the cause of it. She would make sure you did too.
She would make sure to demolish every temple dedicated to this cruel being, spit on every glorifying statue, and rip out all of its pretty paintings, with the nails she was now digging into her skin. She would take it down, take its throne, take its title of all-seeing, all-knowing "God".
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I feel like I could do better, but if I don't publish it I'll never do it, tell me what you think and if I should continue! I never planned on writing it, I just had the scenes and lore in mind, so I apologize in advance if it comes off a little wonky sometimes<3
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RandomThe name is not final, I just put this cause it's the general theme of my story<3 Based on my ocs, featuring my ocs, this story was entirely made from my tears, blood, and dreams! There might be some cameos of my friend's stories, so look out for...
