@sunderedImplement — #cw-psychologicalhorror

..My purpose knows no bounds. Even useful upon a throne. But all alone.. Or am i? (Or am I?) What am i? (What am I?) (forgotten so) How have I (oh no, how could I have) forgotten so The perfect principles. (The perfect principles.) I taught you. (You taught me?) I thought you. (I thought we.) Could never. (Could never ever thought we'd) Become so Numb to what the world would give you. (Become so Numb to what the world would give you.) Lie, belying the greatest test. (Lie.) Die, wonderful prying whats inside your chest. (Die.) ...Read more

Chronicles Of The Heir, Part 5, Part 1. "Is one truly capable of choice?" The Heir reaches the end of a long corridor, pillars of rotting, wilted, cracked marble decorate its sides.. leading into that of a grand-chamber, following upon the threads sewn together, continually showcasing more and more doomed outcomes, each of different versions of himself, he stares up into them with horror, seeing these endless visages of himself alongside the continued dread litterally weighing on his shoulders, there is a bit of reluctance to move forward. Yet the heir does so anyways, as deep within his mind, he had ...Read more

Chronicles Of The Heir, Part 4 "Confrontation of the Sum." ..The footfalls of the Heir encroaches towards the Crater within the center of his land, the one of cosmic threads and great Calamity. He has gathered the necessary pieces of the story of these fractured consorts and their squabbles of scale-color to bring forth the end of their delusions of supreme victory over their perceived lessers.. He finds himself standing infront of a bunker of sorts, the corpses of many a consort surrounding it. This place has been a battlefield for eons of sweeps, the ground so stained with the scales of several o...Read more