#𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱𝘀, dependent collective of highborn aristocrats, as crafted and penned by 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩. script exclusively written for @ 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ⸺ do not interact if not affiliated.
𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚂: never - stopping longing for the ripped away spring of your life, with gnashing sharp teeth and bloodied fingers you hold on to the buried debris of 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌. the self - romanticization of the great war fought between the dichotomy of your soul ⸺ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 beyond the expectations of your ancestors ? a curse / a 𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎, whispers of bewitching prose that are prayers of pure magic ⸺ crafted lies so intricate you fall for your own tricks. 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱, you are the embodiment of divinity ⏤ ever so slowly, damned cruelty claws itself out of brutality torn ribcage - your flesh is rotten and sanguine 𝖢𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖴𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖣 : even the most faithful prayers at the shrine of the seven won't give you 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⸻ venom and ruination have tainted the psyche ... how long until everyone discovers your crimson sin ?













