BEGINNINGS OF GRAVES

l'entrée ☾

"There, where days are cloudy and short,

There will be born a race for whom dying will not be painful."

[Francesco Petrarca]

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t h e v i l l a i n s h a v e r i s e n

R Y N A E Z E L

she stood on the stairs to heaven, and they shattered underneath her bleeding feet

T H E V U L T U R E S

they were the beginning, the time before time and the death before dying

A U R A N

in all that ancient, suffocating darkness he was alone, and so he held the keys to the universe in his bloodied hands

M A I G E

her insanity alone was enough to ravage and destroy and a n n i h i l a t e the natural order

C Y R E N N E

it was with good intentions that she paved the road to h e l l

T H E O D A N

he betrayed a king for love, a queen for glory, but, in the end, he was only betraying himself

M A R I E L A V E A U

god how her claws long for the throats of the righteous

Y A L A

she was crafted of ancient magic, old and cunning and demolishing, powerful enough to not only destroy worlds but to build them

a n d s o t h e w o r l d w i l l f a l l

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