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villain
孟佳懿
Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession
死神舞踊
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Meng Jiayi - Unknown - Malevolent Entity
A young man awoke one night. Unable to sleep, he began to make his way through the forest of which his home bordered. His home was a fort, made and built as the keeper of the forest to withstand against the opposing forces that dared to breach the barrier that the keeper stood guard over. He did not know how long he walked down the trail, he just walked. Walked and walked until eventually, he came upon a cerulean light. A little blue light that weaved and bobbed within the canopy of trees--then there came another. then another! small little wispy lights of ignis guiding the young man into the forest and towards a clearing casted within an eternal golden glow.
There was a circus. A beautiful circus painted by the flickering candles fanning themselves alive within the midst of a winter night. It was winter... yet there was no snow. There was warmth, there was beauty to be found within the circus--but there was an edge. a primal urge nestled within him to leave. to leave and to never return. he had gone further than he had cared to admit--and had gotten whisked away in the process.
"You're lost. You shouldn't be here."
a soft voice had called from behind him. A doll. A small doll just barely past the size of his forearm sat there upon the ground in front of him.
"Does it matter where I am? It's the forest. I have traveled the forest since I was young and have never gotten lost before." The Keeper of the Forest informed the doll, and yet, he felt as if it were smiling.
“Truly? Is that really true?”
The candles flickered with the wind and within an instant, the doll disappeared. And yet–the voice remained—a wisp that caressed over the handsome young man’s ears with a tantalizing purr.
“Tell me then, is this really the same forest of your youth?”
There was a circus. A beautiful circus painted by the flickering candles fanning themselves alive within the midst of a winter night. It was winter... yet there was no snow. There was warmth, there was beauty to be found within the circus--but there was an edge. a primal urge nestled within him to leave. to leave and to never return. he had gone further than he had cared to admit--and had gotten whisked away in the process.
"You're lost. You shouldn't be here."
a soft voice had called from behind him. A doll. A small doll just barely past the size of his forearm sat there upon the ground in front of him.
"Does it matter where I am? It's the forest. I have traveled the forest since I was young and have never gotten lost before." The Keeper of the Forest informed the doll, and yet, he felt as if it were smiling.
“Truly? Is that really true?”
The candles flickered with the wind and within an instant, the doll disappeared. And yet–the voice remained—a wisp that caressed over the handsome young man’s ears with a tantalizing purr.
“Tell me then, is this really the same forest of your youth?”
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