@Infraemus
NUEVO!.
ESPERO LES GUSTE!.
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¡DIOS!
EL BANNER Y EL PERFIL.
★ ¡PRECIOSA!
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¿LISTOS PARA BAILAR SU MENTE?. ⸻✦
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HISTORIA TERMINADA ⸻ ♥️
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♥️ ⸻ HISTORIA TERMINADA
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❖─◈─ UNDERWORLD LOVE─◈─❖
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⸻ Perhaps we are in synchronization... but I wish to be honest, with diplomacy.
I want to make it clear that I will not be a mother to Sonja. And I am certain that she is not looking for something like that in me either. I am grateful for that, as it shows she is a brave young woman who has overcome every hardship in her life with admirable strength.
But you… what do you see in me?
Do not look at me as if I were her, Ilona.
Although... I do thank you for reaching out your hand to me in that moment full of shadows.
You are an Elder Vampire, almost an Emperor. Truly, you had no reason to do it. Although... I suppose you only did it for her.
…⸻ UNKNOWN RESPONSE FROM VIKTOR
Was it not so...?
Then, does that mean that... in a certain way... would you consider me a lover?
But of course, if something is to be born from the beginning, let it be built properly.
But, Lord Viktor...
You know well that I would never meddle in your private or romantic matters.
…⸻ UNKNOWN RESPONSE FROM VIKTOR
Truly...?
If that is so… then it brings me joy to think of a future that walks hand in hand with you...
❖─◈─ "RAIN INSIDE THE SOUL" ─◈─❖
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⸻ All souls hold a purpose, a place to which they must go. And those who do not...
Emptiness. Cold. Solitude.
Even amidst companionship, they may lose themselves—
within countless paths, endless changes, and myriad thoughts, both self-born and ill-intended.
They feel the meaning slip from something, someone, or from a thing entire.
They sleep… they overthink, lost in whiteness or shadow.
Something is lacking—though, in some form, they already possess it.
Some seek; others forget.
Many presume it to be something greater, when oft it is but a simple truth.
All await, then grow restless—
And at last, they choose how to end the matter, for lack of patience.
At times, they rise and think lofty thoughts.
Yet oft they simply sit, gazing upward,
thinking they shall never attain anything at all.
A soul devoid of purpose and spirit is a soul bereft of life—
entirely grey.
Oft we spend our days striving to grant meaning unto all,
when we ought rather to feel, to love, to journey—and to live.
’Tis as though one said unto Death: I am content.
To love the darkness. To desire, and dwell within the sorrow.
And yet, life is said to be good...
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A dead soul, hollow and ailing—
such is the state of all who find excuse in all things,
even whilst the remedy lies within their grasp.
The soul is a mind as well:
it holdeth, and it keepeth—
but it may also become sealed,
and with time, decay.
Tend it well.
Imprison it not.
Live.
But most of all...
Be patient.
Think with hope.
And take a moment to ask thyself:
What is it that thou truly desirest of thy own self?
Think upon thyself—
and naught else.
Even warm and purposeful souls
may feel as the coldest ones do.
No matter how brightly one burneth, how much light one holdeth.
they too do weep.
They too do feel.
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⸻ JUJUTSU KAISEN; UNDERWORLD
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⸻ A Letter to the Seer
From Infræmus Mettatøn
Greetings, Seer...
My name is Infræmus Mettatøn.
Alas, the son of an entity from the Underworld… Hades, to be precise.
And of course, there were others who took part in my creation—
Beings whose names are not unspeakable due to spelling or pronunciation,
But due to something far more pitiful: impotence.
They gave me life… and in the same breath, they took everything from me.
But that’s fine…
It’s fine.
I deserve it.
For being a rebellious son.
For choosing such a worthless partner to walk beside me.
God… Oh, my God…
He is dead...
— He sobs, pausing to rewrite.
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My son.
My tender, gentle child: Yoshino Junpei.
His own father transfigured him into a monster.
He had to die, so that he might transcend with me.
He is with me now…
But we are still missing someone.
We are missing his father, Mahito.
I am weary, Seer.
Utterly and profoundly tired.
And yet, my story has not yet been written like the other Curses.
It remains… unfinished.
Because something remains—
I want the dead to rise again.
For I wish to unleash my vengeance upon them all.
Damn Itadori. Damn Kenjaku.
And above all…
You, Satoru.
Sukuna and Kenjaku watched…
And did nothing.
And Satoru—
Your existence is as vile as it is unnecessary.
I do not seek help.
I want Mahito.
I want my family whole once more.
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— A weary sigh escapes, heavy with sorrow.
…Very well.
I shall compose myself.
Forgive me, Seer…
I allowed my emotions to speak for me.
We all carry burdens, now and then.
Or perhaps…
That is but an excuse to justify this darkness that stirs within me.
Even so, there is one thing I know:
What I am about to do… shall not be in vain.
And I shall do it with joy.
With pain.
With devotion.
With wrath.
And with love.
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Sincerely,
INFRAMUNDITO
(Infræmus Mettatøn)