from destiny islands to hollow bastion and beyond !! yes, yours is a fate truly worth spectating …..you do know what that means,….right? it mean’s that you’ll be the one that cures my boredom for an evening. you’ll take it away, won’t you, sora?
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do you remember maxwell ? the twinkling light that i was so positive was swallowed up by a dying voyager witch,…lives. if one thing about that man is admirable is his adamant arrogance that can take every one of my konpeito cannon-blades head on and not even F L I N C H ! ….it’s funny. the black king. that title would have gotten me startled in my younger days as a newbie witch. the terrible black king maxwell… !! but really.. he’s just a playoff of the famed Lord Goldsmith, who sealed beatrice the golden so long ago. he toyed with magic beyond his comprehension…
like a puppet on strings,
… i watched him dance …. i wonder how they’ll snap?~
did i ever tell you the time i met the ’death sentence dlanor’? it was simply….. u n d e r w h e l m i n g
it wasn’t that i was expecting anything special ……..alright, you got me…… or at least you will.
dlanor, head inquisitor of heresy, here. in this game, made to trap bernkastel for ever an always, the hunter that even i hid from as a young witch, but this? this? i imagined someone tall, elegant, beautiful features hiding oceans of blood beneath the gentle expression of a killer who’s seen genocides…..and that’s just what i got. …sort of. she was neither tall, nor did she look that of a maiden who’d seen war upon war and rode alongside conquest and war themselves, but a girl who was hit too consequently as a child and sworn to only achieve the highest in every class, every play, audition and performance in and out of public. she looked like a drone. …………..and then i saw why she was called the murder doll. speed even i had trouble keeping up with, swordsmanship that outclassed everyone i’ve seen in the past aeons. it was amazing, but even then, i wasn’t baffled.
deep down, i already knew why i was disappointed. i finally met the one who was known for cutting down every and all witches in her path and i wanted her blade to cut me into pieces. somewhere in my mind,…
i think i was ready to die. and i realized she wouldn’t be the one who would end my journey. the feeling passed, as did my boredom. …..but….one thing was certain:
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