The first time I saw him I knew he was going to be our salvation. Our savior. The boy gleaming with ancient lights. A glass doll, blanketing the twisted man in soothing folds of white, silver, and gold. Pushing away the corruption the Abstagantsis filled the poor soul with. Smoothing out the hardened horn-like structures made of skin. Sealing the once bleeding eyes that had scaled the man's arms and face into a wink. I had only realized what had happened after the halo of mesmerizing lights had faded into a dim glow pouring from the boy's innocent golden eyes. He had cured him of the cursed blood. The boy with eyes of gold, skin of glass and hair of snow.
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FantasíaThe world has been blackened by the dense ichor of our ancestors Endless clouds of putrid vengeance Abstagantsis ripped across the Ley Lines Knotted them Shredded them Cut the Other into ribbons Spewing the black blood vapor into the once blue skies...
