The City: Rising

The City: Rising

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"Welcome to the New World" she mocked, her voice cheery and official-like as she gestured her hands grandly when continuing, "As a thank you to those who helped us, we shall kill, enslave and destroy all that is new to us! Even you kind folks!" After a pause, Evangelina sobered and looked me square in the eyes, her voice so low I could barely hear it, and I was only mere centimeters away. "Their days are limited, and this time, they won't come out alive" Tortured and slain, beat into hiding, the Natives of this world are gathering. Ready to emerge from the shadows. "From the ashes we rise. One Species under the moons, with the help of the goddess, we shall rise and claim what is ours!..." The Natives are rearing up to take back their home, at any and all costs, they will rid themselves of the human race. There is a rebellion starting. Chose your side wisely. From the ashes they shall rise. On the wings of their Valkyrie, they will win. Spread the word. The City is Rising.
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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