Forwarded from “The Cursed Devotion.”
I was born from silence, not mercy.
They say I am the shadow that walks between stars, the blade my king sends to erase the scent of light.
The elves call me a curse, a whisper before death. Maybe they’re right. I’ve watched their lands burn, their prayers fade into smoke, their eyes lose hope under my hands.
I never questioned why. I never needed to.
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Channel name was changed to «But sometimes, when the wind carries their songs, I almost remember what warmth feels like.»
That night, I found her. Amidst the ruin, she knelt beside the dying, hands trembling, yet she touched them like the world could still be saved.
Her voice was quiet, almost human, when she prayed.
And I — I forgot the command I was born with.
Her voice was quiet, almost human, when she prayed.
And I — I forgot the command I was born with.
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She charmed her god with beauty.
Cruel, divine, untouchable.
Yet I, the damned, am the one who truly adores her.
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She charmed her god with beauty.
Cruel, divine, untouchable.
Yet I, the damned, am the one who truly adores her.
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Each plea she casts to her god
becomes a hymn I bleed for.
The divine rejects me, yet her name is my only prayer.