⠀⠀⠀⠀ ͟ ⃟𓍝

⁰⁴ │༔     now, in her present, is she labelled heretic. branded on her arm and cursed by those who see her, clad in armour and the cloth of her last care for religion  she is seen not as divine nor celestial but as a stain upon religion and sanctuary itself.  the rumours would not stir her, for her work and journey is her own.  she has taken down her share of the evil devout, weeding the cruelty from its bundle. 
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀│༔⊱⠀︶︶︶⠀▔͝▔͝▔̥̩͝▔͝▔▔͝▔͝▔̥̩͝▔͝▔▔

⁰³ │༔   determined to have survived in that terrifying moment, she pushed through the shattering pain of bone splintering and cuts deepening to find herself on a three days crawl. It was not long after the third day had she been found in the muddied dirt, by a kind soul belonging to a lesser church.  Übel was taken in and nurtured to health.  if not for that grounding love and pity, would she have lost her mind and her life.  It would be years of peace had she grown there, before her past would catch up to her. 
                           ꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷     The last thing she remembers of her past is the smell of burning wood, and the screams of mercy that keep her awake at night. Her past had taken it all from her  --  cursed her to only bring those close to agony so she could suffer the loss all over again.  she made a vow that night as she wept against the corpses. she would eradicate what was her once past, and rid cities of their tyrannical corrupt.  

⠀⠀        ᵈⁿᵈ / ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢʸ      .     ᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ    . 
            
            │༔⊱⠀⠀why doth thou run from her fate?  ❞ 
            ⠀⠀⠀▔͝▔͝▔̥̩͝▔͝▔͝▔̥̩͝▔͝▔▔▔͝▔͝▔̥̩͝▔͝▔▔▔    SACRIFICAL  . 
              ⁰¹ │༔⠀  a lamb is what she was.   young, frail, and a perfect sacrificial object.   pain was a teacher   --  a reminder of her place in this world.        it was not welcomed to live without suffering, her entire being was blessed with the blood of a God. It seemed carved and welded  by jewels into her very head.     they never let her forget her purpose. 
                           ꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷     ÜBEL was the name she had been branded.    (     "Evil",     )    (     "bad".    )   they had cursed  her in very identity too.    a pawn, at most, one to drag the gaze of their god to finally be stricken with true pain --  true suffering.      when she learned of her purpose, she fought hard against it, begging and pleading for mercy.   they remanded unmoving. 
                      

/ me too Um 

/ crazy what u find when u actually look in ur phone lmfao

  ``     a test, that's all.  I thought it would be fun.     ``     ◞   @6THEYES 

     ``     maybe a little,  that was quite a ruckus you made ..   i do worry someone will hurt you eventually.    `` ⠀◞⠀@6THEYES 

     ``   no,  temperature has no use here..   the reality which i  `made` is nothing but a recreated memory frozen in time .  it is not so reality if nothing here is real.    ..or alive.     ``  ⠀◞⠀@pyreum 

@memofreeze: well, close or not. you haven’t given me any sign to stop, but me? i’m not sure—what would you like to call me.

         if you must.  (  another dismissive, flat response.   they placed a hand to their chin,  one arm propping up the other. )    you think us close enough for nicknames?  I suppose.      what should I call you, then?        ◞   @6thsens 

@memofreeze: should i bring you a heating lamp then?      [it was a poor joke, and it was clear onlu satoru was getting a kick out of what he was remarking.]     five seconds ago—isn’t it endearing?

@memofreeze: how cruel, i’m much nicer then you think i am. ):

      yes, actually.     ◞   @6thsens 

@memofreeze: i would never dream of it. do you think i’d ever have the gall to do that?