𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @garrulousarbiter your Rage Has Given You Tunnel-vision, A Drawback To The Precision And Devastation It Gives Your Blows. Every Enemy That You Zero In On, You Smash Into So Much Grist With Justice's Hammer. It's An Old Reliable In Your Strife Specibus, One You Just Keep Upgrading In Little Ways Rather Than Replace Altogether, And It's Serving You Well Here Now On The Final Battlefield Of Skaia. the T̴̡̝͉̞͙̞͕̣̪̟̣̪̥̩̜͔͔̮͛͂̂͐͗̉͌̃͆̉͗̋́̆͂̌̈́͋͗́͒̈́͆̓̂͂̏͌̕͘͠͠ẅ̵̢̨͎͔̥̗͈̥̫̙̯̮̺́͛̓̏͒̍͊̈́͐͛̐̇͛̈́̽̓̃͑̚͘͝͠e̸̢͓̳͈̫̻̬͎͉̼͇̲̟̘̭͈̣̦̝͍̼̍͛̔̅̒̽̅̾̾̓͛̃̿̇̓̋̏̍̚͜ḻ̸̡̨̺̝̲̰̤̘̰̖̺̻͚͔͇͙̱͖̗̪͇̽ͅv̸̢̢̙̣̤̻̖̜̱̦̈́̄̃̓̏̈́͋͊̽̏̆͠ȩ̴̭̤̩̝̫̺̄̀͐͝ the Nine Of You Are Scattered, Some Of You Pairing Up To Combine Your Powers Into Unique Fraymotifs, But You Can't Really See Where Any Of Them Are Except Morrel. Morrel, Your Kismesis, Is Egging You On, Cracking Into A Basilisk's Head With His Golden Bat, Seeing Exactly Where To Target To End Its Life In One Hit. What A Showboat, He Really Pisses You Off. You Plan To Show Him Just How Much He Does When This Is All Said And Done. "c'monnnn Shradi! That's Nnnnot All You Cannnn Do!" He Taunts In That Drawn Out Way He Has, Which Makes It Sound Like He Can Never Get To His Point. You Leap Upwards, Crushing Another Ogre By Swinging Your Warhammer Into One Side Of Its Head While Morrel Gets The Other. It Burst In A Pop, Showering You Both With Grist. the Black King Is Towering Over You All Like He Was The Grand Highblood--probably Because Fucking Zerlin Threw In A Statuette Of The Motherfucker Into Her Gogdamned Kernelsprite. You Fucking Hate Clowns And Their Stupid Bullshit. The Black King Roars At You Both, Twice As Tall As The Real Grand Highblood, But You Don't Know That For Sure--having Never Met The Troll--and Then The King Swipes At You With A Massive Bear Paw. you Leap Back, Blood Boiling As You Focus Entirely On The Big Boss In Front Of You. "hey Thanks Again For Prototyping Your Fucking Lusus, Dumbass!" "i Didnnnn't Knnnnow It Would Do This!" Morrel Argues As He Bats Away Another Ogre. The Two Of You Are Being Pincered In With Enemies On All Sides And The Only Way Through As The Black King. How Did It End Up Being You Two So Close To The Battle? Where Are The Others? you're So Locked Onto Trying To Take Out The King's Knees With Your Hammer, That You Don't See The Enemy Behind You, Rearing Up Like A Horned Hoofbeast, And Charging At You. Those Spiraling Horns Of The Grand Highblood On Its Head Aiming Right For Your Center Of Mass. "shradi Look Out!" you Can't Fully Comprehend Him With The Blood Pumping In Your Hearducts, Your Vision Tunneled On The Big Boss Before You. But You Do Get Out Of The Way--you Are Shoved Rather Hard To The Side, Fully Tackled By The Greater Strength Of Your Blueblood Kismesis, And Feel The Cool Splash Of Blood On Your Face A Moment Later. your Vision Clears A Little From The Shock, And You Look Up To See Morrel Speared On The Twin Horns Of Some Underling. You're Not Even Sure What Kind, You Just Let The Rage Consume You As Throw Yourself At It, Burning It Away With The Fire Of Anguish And Anger, Smashing It Into Nothing...which Leaves Morrel Plopping Hard To The Ground In A Splash Of Blue. he Coughs, And Smiles At You As You Pick Him Up And Run The Fuck Away. Fly Away With Your Stupid Fucking Pixie Wings Dying Gave You, And Leave The Rest Of Them To Deal With The Black King. You Did Enough To Wound Him, Those Fuckers Can Handle The Rest. "shradi...nnnno. The Fight--" "fuck The Fight!" You Snap At Him, Hands Shaking As You Try To Stem The Bleeding, But It's Pooling Still Under Him. The Holes In Him Are Jagged And Huge, And He's Coughing Wetly. You're Not A Healer, Morrel Is The Closest Thing They Really Had To A Healer. Studying To Be A Docterror Before This All Went To Shit. "fuck...fuck The Fight. You're...come On, You Just. You Die And Come Back, Right?" you Push His Bangs Up Out Of His Eyes, He's Always Blocking His Vision With Them, It's Stupid. He's Smiling At You, And That Makes Your Pusher Hurt And Your Blood Boil. "nnnnot This Time," He Says Softly. "i'm Sorry--it Was The Onnnnly Way I Saw. This Is How We Winnnn..." "cut That Fuckin Seer Bullshit Out! You're Gonna Be Fine!" "shradi..." "you're Gonna Be Fine!" but He Doesn't Answer You Back, He Just Shudders Softly, And Goes Still. Above You, All Around You, There Is The Heavy Tone Of A Clock Chiming, And Above You In The Sky Words: Heroic. morrel Doesn't Get Up. There's No Brilliant Flash Of Color And A Repair Of Clothes And Flesh. He Just Lays There As Your Vision Obscures With Tears And Rage Once More. You Fly Back To The Fight, Covered In His Blood. With The Help Of The Others, The Black King Falls. Someone, You Think Maybe Luraze Smashes The Scepter, You're Not Sure. Everything Is A Haze Now, A Numbness. they Ask You Where Morrel Is, You Point It Out. There's Words Said, Maybe Ones Of Comfort Or Sympathy, But You Ignore Them All. What Is The Point Of It All Now? why Even Bother? #cw-death #violence 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 Thanks For Playing. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀