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                ❛  PLANT THE SEED OF PLAGUE,    spirits call to me,    another blood dept repaid to the    BAPHOMET.    Cast yourself into  THEIR  gaze, fall into the pit of  nothingness,  it will devour you;  mind, body,  soul.    Sorrowful, yet always    REJOICING    &.    having nothing,    becoming possessive of everything.        YOU ARE SELFISH, YOU CANNOT BE FREED FROM THESE CHAINS    ...    You will rise    &.    reclaim what was stolen.         But, it'll never be enough, my Dear Acheron    ......

                ☆    MERELY A BORROWED NAME,    "  Acheron  "    ...    A headcanon-based portrayal of  Raiden Bosenmori Mei  from Mihoyo's  Honkai: Star Rail.  She is written along the path of becoming Nihility's new Aeon, slaying IX    &.    ascending into one of the most powerful  Aeons  to ever exist. The Author behind this blog is better known as    "  Rai  ",    please refer to me as such. I do not care for pronouns    &.    won't gripe about whatever it is you decide to call me. For further information on this account, please check my    DIRECTORY.    Thank you. ♡

         acheron usually had her notepad, it contained important tasks due to the impending amnesia faced daily    ⋯    despite this reminder being brought face-to-face, this trainer still seemed  puzzled.  displaying pure confusion, yet remorseful.

        " ah  -  oguri cap,  i apologize.  it seems i had    ⋯    gotten lost on the path of life.  i'll treat you to the all you can eat buffet  to make up for my failure as your trainer. "

         they're strange encounters, always falling in such entrance among each other.  fleeting memories, emotions, touches;  it's always a familiar nostalgia when lanced together with black swan.  an inescapable lust filling her chest, such fiery passion behind each other's eyes  -  if one looked away, they other might disappear for  god knows how long.  a few seconds, minutes, hours, years, decades?  would they ever cross paths again?  the consumer of sins grips onto fabric   ﹠   dug metal claws into fabric.  it creates some holes, a sorrowful look bestows the emanator.

         lip's bit, chewing on easily tearable skin    ⋯    this hunger persists,  a feeling longed for, completely forgotten, only to reignite in the presence of this entity.  lids close a moment,  something sorrowful quickly became joyful;  a small smile forms, another step taken forward   ﹠   bosoms touch.

         " you are the only one who can satisfy me, miss celesia. "

         "  I can hardly remember her anymore, Miss Swan.  "        Answer is dry, to the point. However, Emanator is full of  lies  in regards to the white haired girl she once studied alongside with. Amidst the shadows that cloud one's mind, those missing pieces of a puzzle    ...    she will always remain.  Clear as the bright blue sky that lingers above.    &.    lids close a moment, bringing gloved hand to place itself atop another    ...    she gently squeezes. There is  SORROW  seeping into her heart, brows crease as if refraining from letting  any tears  of crimson fall from such trauma filled eyes. Further pressure is applied now.

         "  I apologize if my actions or words have    ...    confused you, or created a situation I didn't intend. I don't  want  you as a replacer  -  I've always wanted you,  for you.  While I appreciate you in keeping my memories close to your own soul    ...    I wouldn't trade what  we share  for them. Ever.  "         Lids came open, looking at the gorgeous Memory Keeper just inches from each others faces. She lets herself take in that sight for a few moments, that which felt like  years.  She'd lean her forehead in, connecting to another    &.    letting arms loosely snake around her beloved.

         "  You're all I want    ...    despite everything. It'll always be  you.  "