𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣𝙩 915 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙘 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙠𝙞𝙛𝙝𝙠𝙣𝙛𝙨𝙠𝙝𝙡𝙣𝙡𝙠𝙨👩🦯👩🦯🧘♀️
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"ᴏʜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɢᴇꜱ"
So when you got your mirror, you expected one thing which is, well, a mirror, but holy shit either Disco Bear was a massive level of simp or he took the 'golden' part of your golden mirror quite seriously( or he was just filthy rich) because wow, this shit was made of solid gold. It was a hand mirror like you asked however it was much more ornate and detailed, in no shape way or form was this a vessel or tool for some deity probably as old as the Earth itself because all the diamonds, rubies and onyxes still glimmered brightly in the faintest of lights with no signs of aging at all.
You were grateful nonetheless, it was such a pretty mirror after all and your inner raccoon was practically foaming at the mouth at the sight of the tiny glimmer under all those wraps of paper when the delivery guy came to give you your parcel.
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Wallet🤑😩
Wallet🤑😩:
do you like it
You:
ofc ofc jnjfcijnhijn <3<3<3
Its so shinyyyy ughh :lipbite:
Literally this is the only mirror
loml
I am narcissus and this is my pool
Wallet🤑😩:
Lmaoo
Glad to know u like it <3
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It was unfortunately 一or fortunately一 not the mirror you were looking for, so you would keep it in your house, replacing the other older one.
It has been about 3-5 days of nonstop searching and you would assume to say that you were at your fucking limit would be an understatement. You were beyond tired and livid. This motherfucker of a whatever just comes in after you almost die for a second time, spouts some cryptic shit, doesn't elaborate, then leaves. Pretty sus behaviour honestly.
So while contemplating your existence and obsessing over the new mirror you decided your pantry looked kind of empty (no shit, Splendid ate everything) and you set off all wrapped up in your black puffer jacket, white trackpants, heavy black boots, grey gloves and scarf to buy some fucking groceries.
Yuu may or may not regret not making a list. You bought things for sure, like 5 bags of food and 2 bags of random shit, you got money no worries, but you couldn't help but get a nagging feeling that you were missing something. So back at the store, you wandered aimlessly, hoping that being in the vicinity of the place will help you remember, it wasn't any produce, you already bought all the dairy and meat supplies, refilled the condiments, what's left then?
Following your gut instinct 一because it's never wrong一 you ended up in the home decor section and before you knew it, in your hand lay a golden mirror
It was a bit heavier than the one you took from Lammy and something told you it wasn't because of the metal itself, rather the pull acting upon you from that deity. It was pretty classic, you'd say, even plain if not for the classical greek-style woman engraved into the back of it, its handle resembling a carved pillar.
Needless to say, you never found out if you did forget something or not because you went straight to the register, bought it and sprinted to that damn lake, almost diving into the body of water and sending the creatures inhabiting it into a massive panic, hurrying to scurry away from the manic human and their mirror.
The pond sparkled and glowed under the eternal sunlight between the plants stuck in permanent spring, inviting you closer with each stride of your legs in some instinctual thought that moving faster might get you home faster as well.
And once the mirror dropped into the gentle, glittering azure waves, so did your body into unconsciousness.
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Soil.
It's what sustains Earth, covers the lands, provides a living space for the primary producers to sustain all living things, the boiling core underneath, and makes the world a suitable place for life.
Soil is what covered you, creeping unto your mouth and nose, trapping itself into your eyes till you could no longer see the browns and blacks surrounding you, stealing every little breath you so carefully saved up to prolong your life just enough to curse that damned woman to hell with you before you gave up on struggling and held your breath.
If you were dying you were not dying on her terms, you'd suffocate yourself if that meant you had some kind of freedom over your fate
'That- that little bitch! How dare she?! I'll never forgive her no matter what! Hear me out Keisha Ainsley! I will return, I will return and I will get my revenge! I'll turn your sick self into the police and hope with all my heart that you rot in prison alone like you deserve! I will avenge all those that perished in probably equally horrible ways from your dirty hands! Mark my words.
I
Will
Return.
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Splendid felt a malignant energy in the air, much different from the ones which would pollute the air whenever brutal death was around. A piercing aura of spite, and it was coming from your home.
He didn't know what -or who, to be more specific- caused you such a negative spike in emotion but he was determined to have you back, and so with a newfound will to protect his girl, he dove back into the penthouse radiating bad vibes.
Your vow for vengeance had attracted a deity, the demon of revenge who had taken interest in your journey of 'returning' back from the dead. It's senses were present in the marks on your body when you used the book. And now, as a vessel resilient enough to handle the demonic energy, it was time to raise hell.
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𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 2 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙜) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙞 𝙪𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨
𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙪𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝🦧 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚