divinity aches in our bones, echoing in our hollow chests. tragedy sings in our blood, darkness seeps into our skin.
THE OLD GODS ARE DEAD.
crocuses, hyacinths, dahlias, bloom in the void of our chests, withering when the darkness sinks into our bones.
ONLY THROUGH FIRE CAN THE WHOLE WORLD BE REBORN.
wine drips from our lips, prophecies adorning our skin, power and greed bloodlust and war, swallows us into FLAMES.
THE REIGN OF THE GODS IS FINALLY COMING TO AN END.
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TRAGEDY INTERTWINES WITH THE HEARTBEATS OF THE EMPIRES THAT BELIEVED THEY WERE ETERNAL.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Sooo, guess who finally decided to write a story?
This story is a work in progress, which has been floating in the abyss of my head for a while now. I am excited to share this with you all and i hope you enjoy.♡
