ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:Fate's Agent You remember them. All their smiling faces. All their love. The moments you spent holding their faces. Watching them grow old around you. Your friends, your lovers. Only a few had the power to live beyond their sweeps. Watching the others pass broke your bloodpusher, into pieces, until there was nothing left. You remember beseeching a higher power. You discovered a way to call upon that power, in hopes of bringing them all back. You cut your palm over the sigil, built the macabre effigies... You remember seeing the blood drip, and the glow of the sigil. The divinity that came from above to answer your call. You pleaded for a second chance with your friends, partners. It was granted, a grand design implanted within your pan, powers to seek out and accomplish your goal. You understand now, that was no divine. But an entity you serve, faithfully. You remember receiving a tome, scrawling the designs, and your own knowledge on magic within... You are fate's agent. You will appear as necessary, do as necessary, and never stray far from your path. If you wish to see them again, it is what you must do. #gore #cw-self-harm So close to them yet so far... πΌπππππ’ πππ
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