: the man with detestable sin

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disobey me one last time and i'll send you to the tenth level of hell, for i don't play these pitiful games!
you wanted to kill an angel, lucifer! we'd go at war with that white robed king!

the sound of a slap resonates throughout the throne room, obsicur's rosy cheek turns fiery red, his piercing eyes fall dull to the contact.

you must be an obedient slave of mine, for you fell from the heavens above, the same heavens that i was cascaded from.
lord, must i say that i've been obedient, i have not touched another man in the realm of the dead nor in the living.

liar! liar! the souls of the tortured cried out, their spirits resonating auras of truth and evil intention.

he has sinned, lord! what must we do to the angel of the fallen? he has lied to our beloved king! they wept, how dare the fallen's love cascade his mind with fruitful lies?

you said you loved me so, but the cries of the dead say you've lied to the king of sin.
lord spare me! i'll learn to love the soul of the tortured king, let me love you so.
(you were always a liar, obcisor, but i forgave you time and time again, now your wings became brittle and dark. pray to my holy name that you'll be spared from the king of the dead!)

he fell and fell, deeper into the realms of fire. their hues distorting to blue flames. his skin becomes blistered in white and red, his eyes melt from his skull. slowly his flesh burned away, the stench filling his nostrils.

(he had no mercy on you, for you will die and be reborn as his servant.)

YOU HAVE BEEN REBORN IN MY SINFUL NAME. RISE FROM THE REALM OF BLUE FLAMES, YOU WILL BE MY NEW SERVANT.

and so he rose, his spirit deformed and slaughtered in ways man cannot imagine. his face that glowed brighter than the hues of red and orange now stands still in dullness. his wings, though brittle before, are shattered once he rises. his rosy cheeks now dulled to blue, making him look like he's suffocating in the stench of rotten flesh. his feet, though showing bone, still glow with red light.

YOU SHA'LL BECOME DEATH, THE SPIRIT THAT TAKES LIVES ONCE IT'S TIME FOR THEIR SOULS TO SLUMBER.

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