General Mahamatra Cyno

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DAD 

His face scrunched up in pain. Hot, salty tears ran down his cheeks, hitting the floor of the castle he had given his all to protect. He’d struggled for years—for everything he had, only to be defeated by some stupid kid who wasn’t even out of school yet.
          
          It was unfair, cruel.
          
          And yet, it was a reality that he had been forced to accept. He could not reject it, for the truth had been forced upon him. Now, as he grovel at the cold marble floors he had walked upon so many times, millions of thoughts ran through his mind.
          
          If it had been different, if he wasn’t so far from being human, if he didn’t expect so much out of people—would things have turned out differently?
          
          No.
          
          Of course it wouldn’t. He would always be the villain. No matter the situation, no matter if he’s right or wrong, no matter the universe. He was, and would always be, in the wrong. For that was the role the world had given him, and that is what he shall be.
          
          And as his tears dripped onto the white floors, forged metal reflected in his eyes. He had already resigned himself to his fate, so as the hero approached him quietly, he did not flinch. He did not beg or scream or fight.
          
           He sat and waited for his impending doom. For what else could he do? The boy had already proven to be much stronger than him, as well as have a conviction to kill him. It was a waste to want anymore than the release of death.
          
          His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing his ears. His throat tightened, and he tensed. The footsteps had stopped before him, he was going to die. This was it. All that work for nothing, there was no future left for him. This was his death. No one would mourn, no one would care. It would be quick, everyone would feel relieved that he’s gone.
          
          The thought filled him with unexpected dread.

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          I’m so silly :]

I have 133 messages from that one freaky groupchat named “sweaty balls” that I DONT want to see…
          
          Kept my shit on do not disturb… but when I did get notifications, they weren’t pretty.

So I was texting my friend FUFU on TikTok, right??
          
          UNTIL THEY START TALKING ABT CANNIBALISM (no context at all.)

ᶻz ◜"Do you have that much of a limp dick that you need gratification from someone other than your partner to get you going? It's honestly pathetic how you say you love ((name)) and pull this shit behind their back like a little bitch."

ᶻz ◜I found a LITTLE something... 

LMAO you followed me 7 times XD I was doing an unfollowing spree so I can follow my followers-

AND THE CROWD IS…crying and mourning..?