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A woman: once full of compassion and discernment, is now over come with despair. She is the embodiment of her inner demons. She was a strong striving bandito, that is now a piercing blurryface. Her features are unclear and twisted. The sight of her could make anyone bleed with fear. Her eyes glow red, as she only sees brokenness, pain, and suffering : black and white. No color. Just Neon lights. Her one goal is to convert others into herself. She may reach the peak: a bishop. Ruler of sorrow. King of evil. The black marks on her skin cover every inch of her body, only leaving her face behind. No. She is no longer chained by the bishops, she is imprisoned by her own body. Her own thoughts have deceived her into a monstrous being.

You must fight your way out of Dema.

You must fight your way from yourself.

You just need to wake up.

But morning is when night is dead, how long before you lose your head?

*Just any other Trench fanfic that I hope stands out to you and that you enjoy uwu *