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Cursed, he was; forced to roam these lands until the last of days. A divine sigil rests upon his brow; an invitation to imminent destruction. T'was he who slew his brother, and by doing so, had dug two graves. But his brother was not lost, no. For eons he slumbered in the pit; his revenge fueling the raging infernos that surround him. Until one day, he stirred. And upon his unholy resurrection he recalled a name, and his fury grew all the more. ~D.C.
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Cain & Abel
Cursed, he was; forced to roam these lands until the last of days. A divine sigil rests upon his brow; an invitation to imminent destruction. T'was he who slew his brother, and by doing so, had dug two graves. But his brother was not lost, no. For eons he slumbered in the pit; his revenge fueling the raging infernos that surround him. Until one day, he stirred. And upon his unholy resurrection he recalled a name, and his fury grew all the more. ~D.C.
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