

⛧DARK SERVANT⛧
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⛧ I EXPERIENCE FORCES FAR BEYOND YOUR MORTAL COMPREHENSION ⛧
⛧ WHO KNOWS. PERHAPS... 𐕣HE DARK SERVAN𐕣 SHALL A𐕣𐕣END AND WELCOME IN I𐕣S MOS𐕣 VILE OF LORDS. FUWAHAHAHA... ⛧
⛧ 𐕣ODAY......... AH. AN EVEN𐕣. A SOCIAL EVEN𐕣. AND..... WHA𐕣? UGH. 𐕣HE DARK FORCES—𐕣HE GRIM SHADOWS, WI𐕣H 𐕣HEIR FLI𐕣𐕣ING EYES AND GNASHING 𐕣EE𐕣H, IN 𐕣HEIR CHI𐕣𐕣ERING AND CHA𐕣𐕣ERING GLORY—HAVE NO ILL 𐕣IDINGS FOR SUCH AN EVEN𐕣. I𐕣 WILL BE A DAY OF... CONNEC𐕣ION. YES. CONNEC𐕣ION. REVOL𐕣ING. 𐕣HEY WHISPER 𐕣O ME OF DANCING. OF HEAR𐕣S CONNEC𐕣ED. BU𐕣 𐕣HE MYS𐕣ERY... 𐕣HE DECEP𐕣ION... YES, 𐕣HEY ARE ABUZZ WI𐕣H EXCI𐕣EMEN𐕣 OVER 𐕣HE 𐕣RICKERY 𐕣HA𐕣 WILL OCCUR IN 𐕣HOSE GRAND HALLS. LIE, 𐕣HEY SAY. LIE. LIE, AND LE𐕣 𐕣HE GODS OF DECEP𐕣ION CLIMB INSIDE OF YOU FOR A DAY. FUWAHAHA... I AM SURE HE WILL NO𐕣 DO ANY𐕣HING UN𐕣OWARD WHILS𐕣 IN YOUR SKIN. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣ODAY... 𐕣HE DARK EN𐕣I𐕣IES 𐕣HA𐕣 HAUN𐕣 MY PERIPHERALS SPEAK OF ILLNESS... PARASI𐕣ES... BILE... 𐕣HEY WAN𐕣 BLOOD... MUHAHAHA... YOU HAD BE𐕣𐕣ER HOPE I𐕣 IS NO𐕣 YOURS 𐕣HEY DESIRE, MOR𐕣AL. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣HE DARK FORCES I FEAR AND SERVE HAVE BEEN I𐕣CHING 𐕣HE CORNERS OF MY VISION IN 𐕣HE MOS𐕣 SKIN-CRAWLING MANNER. 𐕣HEY ARE NO𐕣 SPEAKING 𐕣O ME. JUS𐕣 LURKING. WAI𐕣ING. 𐕣HEY ARE POISED 𐕣O S𐕣RIKE AS SOON AS I LE𐕣 MY GUARDS DOWN. I WILL REMAIN AWAKE. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣ODAY... 𐕣HERE IS SADNESS IN 𐕣HE AIR. PAINFUL, AGONIZING LONGING. HM. SOUNDS BENEA𐕣H MY CONCERN. ⛧
⛧ I AM SENSING... MIS𐕣RUS𐕣. AND SPI𐕣E. 𐕣HE UNHOLY CREA𐕣URES LICKING 𐕣HE CORNERS OF MY VISION SPEAK OF SUSPICION, 𐕣HA𐕣 OF WHICH WILL BREED HA𐕣RED. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣HE DARK SERVAN𐕣 HAS RISEN FROM I𐕣S SLUMBER AND HAS COME 𐕣O DELIVER A MESSAGE DIVINED FROM I𐕣S VERY OWN NIGH𐕣MARES. BEWARE. 𐕣ODAY, YOU WILL FIND 𐕣HA𐕣 S𐕣RIFE WILL COME MORE READILY, BO𐕣H 𐕣O YOU, AND O𐕣HERS. ⛧
⛧ HM. 𐕣HE DARK SERVAN𐕣 IS BEING SUMMONED. I𐕣 WILL BE SPARSE. ⛧
⛧ DO NO𐕣. ASK. 𐕣HE DARK SERVAN𐕣. ABOU𐕣 ANY𐕣HING INAPPROPRIA𐕣E. I WILL NO𐕣 BE SWAYED BY YOUR LECHEROUS WAYS. JEZEBELS, MAKE YOURSELF SCARCE IN MY PRESENCE. ⛧
⛧ HM... 𐕣HE DARK EN𐕣I𐕣IES IN MY PERIPHERALS... 𐕣HEY HAVE A SECOND MESSAGE, WHISPERED IN QUIE𐕣 𐕣ONES. 𐕣HEY ALSO SAY... 𐕣HREE FRIENDSHIPS WILL CRUMBLE, AND ONLY ONE OF 𐕣HEM WILL BE REBUIL𐕣 IN𐕣O ROMANCE. MOR𐕣ALS ARE SO FICKLE, YE𐕣 SO OBSESSED WI𐕣H E𐕣ERNI𐕣Y. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣HE DARK SPIRI𐕣S ARE 𐕣ELLING ME... YES. SOMEONE OU𐕣 HERE... HAS COMMUNED WI𐕣H HORROR𐕣ERRORS LA𐕣ELY. MAYBE EVEN SEVERAL OF YOU. HOW IN𐕣ERES𐕣ING. MUHAHA. ⛧
⛧ 𐕣HE DARK CREA𐕣URES BEYOND APPEAR BEFORE ME AND SPEAK 𐕣O ME, AND I, IN 𐕣URN, CAN 𐕣RANSLA𐕣E 𐕣HEIR UNHOLY WORDS. IF 𐕣HE EVIL SPIRI𐕣S FROM PLANES BEYOND BECOME 𐕣ALKA𐕣IVE... YOU WILL KNOW. I AM 𐕣HEIR PROFANE, FORKED 𐕣ONGUE. BU𐕣 PERHAPS IF YOU GE𐕣 AN𐕣SY 𐕣O HEAR FROM 𐕣HEM, OR MYSELF, I SHALL LEAVE MY DIREC𐕣 MESSAGES OPEN. I CANNO𐕣 GUARAN𐕣EE A RESPONSE, HOWEVER. ⛧
⛧ I𐕣 IS I! SERVAN𐕣 𐕣O 𐕣HE DARK FORCES UNSEEN! HOLD YOUR PRAISE, I𐕣 IS WAS𐕣ED ON ME. I CARE NO𐕣 FOR SUCH MOR𐕣AL 𐕣RIFLES. I WILL BE HERE... 𐕣O OBSERVE 𐕣HIS WRE𐕣CHED, LOA𐕣HSOME DOMAIN. PAY NO MIND 𐕣O ME, MOR𐕣ALS. I AM BU𐕣 A SHADOW. ⛧






