“They can’t erase me, even if they try.”

“You’re persistent, warden.” A familiar voice spoke

- @theeyefrombelow

“…”

[He paused for a moment… as if quietly contemplating those words]

“You’re persistent, warden.” A familiar voice spoke

- @theeyefrombelow

“…”

[He paused for a moment… as if quietly contemplating those words]

“You’re persistent, warden.” A familiar voice spoke

- @theeyefrombelow

“…”

“You’re persistent, warden.” A familiar voice spoke

- @theeyefrombelow

“…”

“You’re persistent, warden.” A familiar voice spoke

- @theeyefrombelow

“…”

An Inphernal walked through... somewhere, she barely knew where, it was dark and she didn't see anything, why did Father Overseer send her down her again?

"Are they finally getting rid of me or something? Swords it is dark here... Well, I'm not alone, I can tell that much."

— @all-futures-blur

((I FORGOT TO SEND THIS SOMEHOW???? I think my brain went to sleep lmao))

The sound of metal chains shifting echoed through the place, as her head turned to glance over her shoulder.

“…”

She fully turned to face the Inphernal that had wandered in.

“Your worth must be up, then.”

A crackle of energy sparked in the palm of her hand.

"Not another one of you... I've already been getting followed by Darkheart almost 24/7 when I'm in Crossroads..."

She backed away, not scared, not exactly, perhaps just... annoyed?

A very clear tone of distaste could be heard when she spoke of her fellow deity. She noticed her demeanor next.

Despite the fact this one wasn’t acting the same as the rest, it didn’t matter to her. Bold or not, it always ended the same.

Seer's voice was still blank as she watched, not seeming bothered weirdly enough.

"What do you gain from doing this? More power or the ability of that gear?"

She closed her palm when it was finished, feeling a sense of euphoria. She opened her palm again to summon her sword.

Her wings shifted a little, causing a soft rattle of the chains that held her wings together so she couldn't fly.

With a small glow, the hilt of the Daemonshank materialized within her palm. As always, it ends the same.

“Our conversation was… riveting, but I’m afraid your story ends here. Goodnight.”

She stepped aside a few seconds before actually being hit, she had seen that part before this in a blurry state... but nothing after it.

"Like when my eye got ripped out.. I cannot predict the rest."

“Just like the rest.”

She moved again, this time with more curiosity than urgency, of course she would be curious about this...

This was all just pointless resistance to her. There was barely any way out of here, not even a wink of sunlight could find its way to her.

An Inphernal walked through... somewhere, she barely knew where, it was dark and she didn't see anything, why did Father Overseer send her down her again?

"Are they finally getting rid of me or something? Swords it is dark here... Well, I'm not alone, I can tell that much."

— @all-futures-blur

((I FORGOT TO SEND THIS SOMEHOW???? I think my brain went to sleep lmao))

The sound of metal chains shifting echoed through the place, as her head turned to glance over her shoulder.

“…”

She fully turned to face the Inphernal that had wandered in.

“Your worth must be up, then.”

A crackle of energy sparked in the palm of her hand.

"Not another one of you... I've already been getting followed by Darkheart almost 24/7 when I'm in Crossroads..."

She backed away, not scared, not exactly, perhaps just... annoyed?

A very clear tone of distaste could be heard when she spoke of her fellow deity. She noticed her demeanor next.

Despite the fact this one wasn’t acting the same as the rest, it didn’t matter to her. Bold or not, it always ended the same.

Seer's voice was still blank as she watched, not seeming bothered weirdly enough.

"What do you gain from doing this? More power or the ability of that gear?"

She closed her palm when it was finished, feeling a sense of euphoria. She opened her palm again to summon her sword.

Her wings shifted a little, causing a soft rattle of the chains that held her wings together so she couldn't fly.

With a small glow, the hilt of the Daemonshank materialized within her palm. As always, it ends the same.

“Our conversation was… riveting, but I’m afraid your story ends here. Goodnight.”

She stepped aside a few seconds before actually being hit, she had seen that part before this in a blurry state... but nothing after it.

"Like when my eye got ripped out.. I cannot predict the rest."

“Just like the rest.”

She moved again, this time with more curiosity than urgency, of course she would be curious about this...

This was all just pointless resistance to her. There was barely any way out of here, not even a wink of sunlight could find its way to her.

@theeyefrombelow

She had seen this one before. Another member of the Church of TRUE EYE. How interesting.

She was aware many hadn’t seen her before despite her being the one that was being worshipped within the church. Ah, nevermind.

They weren’t seeing her full form, anyway. Just a shadow form she used… her movement was limited, her real self was just below their feet.

She approached.

"..." "I guess. It's just a nice place to get a break, honestly."

Shrugging gently, she watched the shadow glide across the walls, as if a dancer. Such determined but silent movements.

Nevertheless, she would provide a response.

“Ah, a break. Pardon me if I’m being intruding…”

She paused. How could she be intruding in her own domain?

Tragedy spoke, almost immediately after Folly finished talking. The tone and pitch were different, but it.. somehow sounded the same.

Her pupils would drift to whoever was speaking between the three dolls, listening to whatever they had to say.

“Your name?”

She tilted her head, hearing the sniffling. Had she intimidated the poor thing? That wasn’t her intention…

A rare moment of softness came from her, she couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

“…”

A pause. A small one, but a pause nonetheless.

“…”

An Inphernal walked through... somewhere, she barely knew where, it was dark and she didn't see anything, why did Father Overseer send her down her again?

"Are they finally getting rid of me or something? Swords it is dark here... Well, I'm not alone, I can tell that much."

— @all-futures-blur

((I FORGOT TO SEND THIS SOMEHOW???? I think my brain went to sleep lmao))

The sound of metal chains shifting echoed through the place, as her head turned to glance over her shoulder.

“…”

She fully turned to face the Inphernal that had wandered in.

“Your worth must be up, then.”

A crackle of energy sparked in the palm of her hand.

"Not another one of you... I've already been getting followed by Darkheart almost 24/7 when I'm in Crossroads..."

She backed away, not scared, not exactly, perhaps just... annoyed?

A very clear tone of distaste could be heard when she spoke of her fellow deity. She noticed her demeanor next.

Despite the fact this one wasn’t acting the same as the rest, it didn’t matter to her. Bold or not, it always ended the same.

Seer's voice was still blank as she watched, not seeming bothered weirdly enough.

"What do you gain from doing this? More power or the ability of that gear?"

She closed her palm when it was finished, feeling a sense of euphoria. She opened her palm again to summon her sword.

Her wings shifted a little, causing a soft rattle of the chains that held her wings together so she couldn't fly.

With a small glow, the hilt of the Daemonshank materialized within her palm. As always, it ends the same.

“Our conversation was… riveting, but I’m afraid your story ends here. Goodnight.”

She stepped aside a few seconds before actually being hit, she had seen that part before this in a blurry state... but nothing after it.

"Like when my eye got ripped out.. I cannot predict the rest."

“Just like the rest.”

@theeyefrombelow

She had seen this one before. Another member of the Church of TRUE EYE. How interesting.

She was aware many hadn’t seen her before despite her being the one that was being worshipped within the church. Ah, nevermind.

They weren’t seeing her full form, anyway. Just a shadow form she used… her movement was limited, her real self was just below their feet.

She approached.

"..." "I guess. It's just a nice place to get a break, honestly."

Shrugging gently, she watched the shadow glide across the walls, as if a dancer. Such determined but silent movements.

Nevertheless, she would provide a response.

“Ah, a break. Pardon me if I’m being intruding…”

She paused. How could she be intruding in her own domain?

Tragedy spoke, almost immediately after Folly finished talking. The tone and pitch were different, but it.. somehow sounded the same.

Her pupils would drift to whoever was speaking between the three dolls, listening to whatever they had to say.

“Your name?”

She tilted her head, hearing the sniffling. Had she intimidated the poor thing? That wasn’t her intention…

A rare moment of softness came from her, she couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

“…”

A pause. A small one, but a pause nonetheless.

An Inphernal walked through... somewhere, she barely knew where, it was dark and she didn't see anything, why did Father Overseer send her down her again?

"Are they finally getting rid of me or something? Swords it is dark here... Well, I'm not alone, I can tell that much."

— @all-futures-blur

((I FORGOT TO SEND THIS SOMEHOW???? I think my brain went to sleep lmao))

The sound of metal chains shifting echoed through the place, as her head turned to glance over her shoulder.

“…”

She fully turned to face the Inphernal that had wandered in.

“Your worth must be up, then.”

A crackle of energy sparked in the palm of her hand.

"Not another one of you... I've already been getting followed by Darkheart almost 24/7 when I'm in Crossroads..."

She backed away, not scared, not exactly, perhaps just... annoyed?

A very clear tone of distaste could be heard when she spoke of her fellow deity. She noticed her demeanor next.

Despite the fact this one wasn’t acting the same as the rest, it didn’t matter to her. Bold or not, it always ended the same.

Seer's voice was still blank as she watched, not seeming bothered weirdly enough.

"What do you gain from doing this? More power or the ability of that gear?"

She closed her palm when it was finished, feeling a sense of euphoria. She opened her palm again to summon her sword.

Her wings shifted a little, causing a soft rattle of the chains that held her wings together so she couldn't fly.

With a small glow, the hilt of the Daemonshank materialized within her palm. As always, it ends the same.

“Our conversation was… riveting, but I’m afraid your story ends here. Goodnight.”

@theeyefrombelow

She had seen this one before. Another member of the Church of TRUE EYE. How interesting.

She was aware many hadn’t seen her before despite her being the one that was being worshipped within the church. Ah, nevermind.

They weren’t seeing her full form, anyway. Just a shadow form she used… her movement was limited, her real self was just below their feet.

She approached.

"..." "I guess. It's just a nice place to get a break, honestly."

Shrugging gently, she watched the shadow glide across the walls, as if a dancer. Such determined but silent movements.

Nevertheless, she would provide a response.

“Ah, a break. Pardon me if I’m being intruding…”

She paused. How could she be intruding in her own domain?

Tragedy spoke, almost immediately after Folly finished talking. The tone and pitch were different, but it.. somehow sounded the same.

Her pupils would drift to whoever was speaking between the three dolls, listening to whatever they had to say.

“Your name?”

She tilted her head, hearing the sniffling. Had she intimidated the poor thing? That wasn’t her intention…

A rare moment of softness came from her, she couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

“…”