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This is an excerpt from a little introductory piece I wrote about a character I'm working on, a fallen God of War and Might presiding over a fascistic kingdom called the Dominion of Mere. Originally a mortal hero, he was twisted by the people who worshipped him into a violent and intemperate warmonger.

"Blood. Blood. Blood. Your pretensions to honor and glory became a thin façade, a human face stretched over the gaping razor-lined maw of a monster, slavering for another taste of its foes. Any avarice, any prejudice, any senseless hatred could be dressed up in your trappings and sold to the public as heroism, and they would accept it without question. Not because they were fools, nor because they truly judged your cause noble, but because their idea of what a hero was had changed. There was no more need for a gallant knight charging into battle astride a warhorse--what they wanted now was a torturer, an executioner. Victory was not enough; whoever dared to challenge the might of the Dominion needed to suffer. Through this, the Dominion found that this retribution, against foes that were no more than mere scarecrows, could fill the empty stomachs and souls of its weary people for a time."

"In a daze he could hardly make where he was going. Maybe it was just a dream, maybe he was seeing things, but as he walked further into the trees his vision seemed to darken, pinpointing onto a building that still smelled of ash. It was familiar, almost comforting in a nauseating way." 

for context ive been trying to retcon an old oc and rewrite his story to make a little more sense and this is one of the most important plot parts (of the 2 plot parts lol) 

The start of chapter one of Along came his Protégés

Cradling a premature parrot chick whose life was coming to an end wrapped in a black baby blanket with purple, yellow and red music notes on it in the crook of its left arm, a beige, seven-foot tall deer demon on its knees wore a bittersweet smile as it played "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire" on a nearby microphone cane.

Just the opening line to a little something I wrote on here abt this guys past

small content warning : mention of death/murder

"Between the shadows of the trees, her black hair glistened like it could set the trees aflame and bring them to the ground. Her skin was as burnt as the soil, a masterpiece of the earth itself."

"You cannot keep running from something you cannot kill. You cannot keep hiding from something that cannot die."

Short poem with convoluted Stuff in it that will make sense to me and me only. (About Flip regarding the ticking clock that is themself/their secret).

ueh ueh ueh ueh eu heueh

from this

“We can still have battles, if that’s what you want. I love battles, I hate fights.”

I’m not a very good writer but I personally think this is my best line

Had fun writing about her—especially her alter-ego!

"With each piece of the puzzle you figure out, she'll snatch more and more from you.

The worst part? You'll never know if she's telling the full truth—or a truth at all for that matter. You will simply have to trust that your payment was enough to warrent honesty.

If not, well, she won't lose anything."

"It is said he forged the rings out of wind and water itself for his love, and When his love saw the rings they looked at the rings in confusion and denied them. His heart broke that day and the rings got cast aside, lost through the generations and now found by you. The slivers and blue described long ago have been rundowned, the slivers and blues cracked and darkened from their once vibrant colors."

Context is random practice of a description for a mythical ring 

"Living your life in fear of the Nox Unda taking your light. Is that how you want to live, People of Luminou!!!?"

Just a line I wrote in a personal discord server