Must you sic your son upon me demoness of omorfia?
To what end?
To poison the omphalic spring that serves the True and Only?
Or perhaps to seek vengeance on Sins perpetrated by a youth who knew not of the Fallen Prince?
Your son's quiver has struck true.
The false elixir that the world glorifies has taken root.
But know this, you Vessel of Deception.
The Usurper will fail,
And I will drink from the hands of the First Created,
Long before he dares claim victory over my vainglory.
Love Himself will protect my beloved.
Even if it costs my demise.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
Must you sic your son upon me demoness of omorfia?
To what end?
To poison the omphalic spring that serves the True and Only?
Or perhaps to seek vengeance on Sins perpetrated by a youth who knew not of the Fallen Prince?
Your son's quiver has struck true.
The false elixir that the world glorifies has taken root.
But know this, you Vessel of Deception.
The Usurper will fail,
And I will drink from the hands of the First Created,
Long before he dares claim victory over my vainglory.
Love Himself will protect my beloved.
Even if it costs my demise.
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