HAVING FAITH

HAVING FAITH

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Blood, Power, Loyalty and Death; the ties that bind our unholy brotherhood. I was once a pillar of this union, would have given my all to uphold it. But not since my fall from Grace, I'm bound more to her than any binding of the brotherhood, even in death. I denounced the darkness but lost my light, now I live in a gray world, drifting with no real destination. Then she came, she was no light. She was a kaleidoscope of colors with grays and blacks mixed in. dark; she didn't just lead you from the dark she fucking ripped you from it. I never believed that I could exist after my fall. We both lost our Grace but I was determined as fuck to have Faith whether she believed it or not. She hated me, she says I'm the reason she lost Grace. She acts like I don't exist, like we didn't go through hell together. But I was done being ignored, I might have lost Grace but I wasn't going to lose my Faith, not without a fight.
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