The Fall Of The Temple

The Fall Of The Temple

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"How many did you count?" I said. "Five Kings sire" I nodded, assessing the odd amounts here in our presence. Five kings at once. All new with no knowledge of their power. But that One orb struck me. "But that last one wasn't just a King." I said. Anok then sat back down looking at me. "Emperor." I said looking at him. And his eyes glowed to a soft white. "I see," he said. "And the color. It's a Nulats Realm." He said. I nodded. "Demon." we both said. I then looked back up as a dark energy swept past us. Though we couldn't see it, we knew it was the Emperor. The pressure enraptured my throat, my mind, My heart filled with unwavered loyalty. Reminding me of my status to it.
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In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

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