𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @sovereignslayer you Could Feel It, The Moment You Donned It. The Ring. You Could Feel Something Coming, Even As You Underwent The First Transformation. It Hurt, Like A Motherfucker. But The Pain Was Good, Because It Meant You Won. It Meant You Weren’t Taking Orders From Anyone Else Ever Again. and Inside That Ring, You Could Feel The Promise That Something Even Bigger Would Come. you Felt That Promise As You Tore Prospit Apart, When You Slew The Black King, When You Wiped Out Black And White Together On The Battlefield. you’re Fighting The Human Swordsman, And The Sprite Of One Of Derse’s Dreamers. You Gave The Swordsman His Sword Back- You Fought Him Before, And He Was Good. It Was Thrilling. It Was Only Fair You Kept Him On Even Grounds. your Two Opponents Fight You, And They Aren’t Pushovers, That’s For Damn Sure. You Never Would Have Guessed How Effective A Puppet Can Be As A Weapon. but They Don’t Know The Promise Of The Ring. And You Can Feel It Coming, Like A Crescendo. soon You’d Be A Hell Of A Lot More Than Just A Monarch. You’d Have Everything You’d Ever Want. Ever Need. you Were Going To Do Something Vast And Terrible. You Didn’t Know It For Certain, Did You? Not Consciously. But You Could Feel It, And You Relished In That Idea. and Then… the Moment Came. Nothing Happened. the Promise Was Broken. A Fourth Player Never Arrives, A Fourth Planet Never Appears. A Fourth Prototyping Never Becomes Part Of You. for A Moment You Don’t Know What To Do. You Start Losing Harder, In The Confusion Of It All- before The Rage Comes. Oh, The Rage. That Familiar Rage You’ve Felt Bubbling Inside You Your Entire Life, All The Little Things That Pissed You Off. You Waited So Long For The Power To Tear It All Apart, To Really Let Your Anger Show. To Let Everyone See The Absolute Malignancy At Your Heart. but Now? Now You’d Never Get That Chance. the Rage Pushes You Faster, Harder. Blade Cutting Through Skin And Bone And Feather. Red Miles Radiating Off You In Tandem With Your Fury. All You See Is Red- In A Literal Sense, As Well. the Rest Of Them Aren’t All That Hard, In The End. The Players Fight, And They Give You Something You Might Call A Challenge. So Do The Guardians, Too, Maybe More So. Enough To Keep Your Bloodlust Satiated As The Work Continues. skaia Is Torn Apart Not Long After. prospit Is Dead, Its Dream Shattered. Derse Is Yours. You Won. and Yet Every Day Feels Duller. Thinner. So Much Less To Kill, Each And Every Day. The Consorts Are Pathetic, The Last Few Prospitians Hiding Out On The Three Lands Are Only Slightly More Challenging. Your Fr- Subordinate Keeps You In Check On Derse As He Takes Care Of All The Things You Don’t Want To Do. and That Rage At Everything Still Bubbles Inside You, Turning And Twisting. But You Have Oh So Little To Release It On. And You Lack The Power To Release It In The Way You Feel You Were Always Destined To. the Cancer Has Gone Dormant. #violence the Disease Is Cleansed 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀