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Rivamika Week Day 2: Bound.

Even when all the war chants die out, I'll still be here.  We're going home.

The world shakes when Lucifer's unfettered black Sumi ink wings spread from end to end and dripping its unending chaos and age of darkness. A feather is plucked from the root. Space and time screams blasts of supernovas and regurgitate new ever-expanding galaxies like the bruises and gashes on their skin as their world dies. Fire and brimstone sucks the soul away from the ground beneath their feet and the lava melts the bones of the Wallites, all the way to the monarchy. Blood seeps into the cracked walls and the mouths of the demons inside them. But this method of baptism is not purifying, it's hellsome and terrifying. The Rapture has come to take them all and one by one they slide a slippery slope into the stomachs of the same stuff made from Hell. Humanity's strongest; standing side by side with their sharpest swords in hand--crafted of the most precious metals of the Earth. A perfect mirror image of what The Great Monster wanted to be. They're challenging the very curve of fate and destiny and every force of nature that ever underestimated the frailty in their humanity. They fight and bleed for their kind, for each other. They're bound by fate and by the right of passage: war and politicking wear-and-tear of affliction.

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