(Log) Death Management | Page 6

@Janet Reilly

Melodic ill High-cultured music may sound heavenly to others, but not you. You cannot listen to these eloquent melodic rhythms for an extended amount of time before your natural instinct takes over. First, nausea radiates outward from your very center, then paralyzing fear spread within you like wild fire.

 

The Warmth of Their Hands She held on tight, and even in the oblivion of incoming death, he could master his emotions as long as he could feel those smooth palms, those slender fingers, that warm flesh. Beautiful. Exquisite. Wonderful. Who could have known that such wonder existed right before them? It's not the face that matters. Not the personality. Not the body. Not the clothing. Not strength, nor intelligence. No, the one true virtue in this world is the hands of others. And he must have them, no matter the cost.

The Last Straw She trusted him. Thought that he had a plan. Believed in his strength. But those were just lies and deceptions, trappings of self-satisfied heroism. And that's sickening. Trust was worth nothing but turd, and the only one who should be issuing orders is herself. Faith in others? Laughable. From now on, she alone called the shots, others' opinions be damned.

Unwhole Retribution He had opened the gate for far too long, and it had taken something permanently in exchange. Though everything appeared alright on the outside, the right side of his face is blind, deaf, paralyzed, incapable of movement. Why? The answer can be found in his reflection. Half his face is no longer human. Half his face has been turned into a ghostly flame. But this curse, this malediction, is something that only he can see.

Permanent Mark Even now, he could not face his demons, and now, his traumas have corroded his perception of the world itself. Was it the shame? The guilt? The regret? Or nothing at all but a product of a twisted system? No matter the answer, violent black scribbles block out the faces of all those he looks at, making it impossible to identify anyone by their face alone. With that out-of-place mark forever obscuring their expression, he would never know again, the miracle of a child's smile. But perhaps, that's for the best.

 

Deus Vult You have seen your allies, and yourself, die to what had essentially been a little girl. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A moment of weakness. A fatal instant of compassion. Never again. The smallest hint. The vaguest evidence. Be it the Prince of Hell, the Archlich of Newerth or just a little kid with horns. They are all the same. They must be purged.

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[b2]Deus Vult[/b2] You have seen your allies, and yourself, die to what had essentially been a little girl. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A moment of weakness. A fatal instant of compassion. [i]Never again.[/i] The smallest hint. The vaguest evidence. Be it the Prince of Hell, the Archlich of Newerth or just a little kid with horns. [i]They are all the same.[/i] They must be purged. 

Apostle of the Forgotten 'O'ne You don't remember its name. You don't remember its voice. You don't remember your deal. Yet, you remember that there is something. A forgotten God. The Absolute Truth. The others are wrong. Ignorant Fools. It makes your blood boil, your anger rising. Each and every time you see, hear, converse, or be confronted about their heretic deities. Tell them how wrong they are. Piss on their false idols. You just wanna strangle em.

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[b2]Apostle of the Forgotten 'O'ne[/b2] You don't remember its name. You don't remember its voice. You don't remember your deal. Yet, you remember that there is [i]something.[/i] A forgotten God. The absolute Truth. The others are wrong. Ignorant Fools. It makes your blood boil, your anger rising. Each and every time you see, hear, converse, or be confronted about their heretic deities. Tell them how wrong they are. Piss on their false idols. [i]You just wanna strangle em.[/i]

El's Embrace At the height of your power. At the moment of death. Between the Absolute Truth and the Flickering Nothing, you have seen her. She has touched you. Cured you of your ignorance. Now, you have this urge, wanting to help others. Fill their hearts with joy. Put a smile on their face. Make people happy. And then, at the height of their delight, capture that emotion for all eternity. Kill Liberate them. For everybody is deserving of eternal happiness.

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[b2]El's Embrace[/b2] At the height of your power. At the moment of death. Between the Absolute Truth and the Flickering Nothing, you have seen her. She has touched you. Cured you of your ignorance. Now, you have this urge, wanting to help others. Fill their hearts with joy. Put a smile on their face. Make people happy. And then, at the height of their delight, capture that emotion for all eternity. [s]Kill[/s] Liberate them. For everybody is deserving of eternal happiness.

Aspect of Greed Touched by the Original Sin, your Soul has been compromised. You want it. You want. You want it. Everything in the world belongs to you. Henceforth, everything in the world is yours. It's your privilege. Some say, Greed is a terrible sin, but these are simply the words of penniless beggars.

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[b2]Aspect of Greed[/b2] Touched by the Original Sin, your Soul has been compromised. You want it. You want. You want it. Everything in the world belongs to you. Henceforth, everything in the world is yours. It's your privilege. Some say, Greed is a terrible sin, but these are simply the words of penniless beggars.